Y/N Henderson known as the girl next door. She didn't think much of the secrets that Hawkins, Indiana held deep in its creepy woods. All she needed was her best friends Hazel and Stella, the trio of Hawkins High School. Nothing happened in Hawkins...
Disclaimer: I know nothing about getting blueprints of a public building, so I apologize if it's inaccurate.
(The Next Day, Third Person View)
The day before, Hazel landed back in Hawkins after spending a bit with her dad. Her dad was moving out of his apartment and needed some help, so Hazel offered. Before heading home, she could talk with Steve, Stella, and Y/N. She was exhausted and just wanted to spend the next morning doing nothing. However, she lived in Hawkins, and part of her knew she couldn't relax. Her slumber was interrupted by a ringing sound from the phone on her dresser. She debated on letting it ring, but the phone wouldn't stop.
She jumped up from the bed. Hazel tripped over her opened suitcase, not bothering to unpack it last night. She kicked it to the side and picked up the phone. "Hazel, it's Mike," the Wheeler boy greeted. Hazel rolled her eyes, pinching the area between her brows. She could hear her brother watching television in the living room.
"Mike? Why're you calling me at 8:00 am on a Saturday? Especially on my day off," Hazel leaned against her desk. She kept herself from going back to her bed. "I know. I'm sorry. I would've called Y/N or Dustin, but they're not answering their walkies or phones," Mike said.
That caught Hazel's attention. Usually, Y/N and Dustin were pretty good at answering their phones or walkies. She stood straight, searching her room for a pair of clothes. She almost tripped, again, over the wire as it kept her from going across her bedroom. "Wait, what's -what's happening?" Hazel questioned.
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"There's no time," Mike said. "What do you mean, 'no time?" Hazel asked. "Something happened, something bad. Our very lives could be at stake," Mike explained, his voice sounding serious. "Well, when you put it like that," Hazel mumbled, fiddling with the wire. "Just come over to my house, and we'll explain everything. And bring your gun," Mike hung up quickly.
She didn't question the last portion of his sentence. She hung up the phone and opened her suitcase. Hazel smelled a t-shirt, deciding that it was good enough. Hazel quickly changed her clothes and ran out of her bedroom. "Where are you going?" Dylan asked, not looking away from the television. "Mike's house," she grabbed her car keys and purse from the front door.
"See ya!" Hazel exclaimed, not letting her brother respond.
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(Next Day - Above Outfit)
My mind was swirling with different things as we continued translating the sentence, bit after bit. I hadn't taken a break and was beginning to get tired of this whole thing. My legs swung back in forth as I sat on the counter. Dustin paced around the room, his hands on his hips. I listened and commented every once in a while. Steve sat at the table, playing with his sailor hat, while Robin sat across from him.
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