charlotte harrington was a normal kid. she lived with her parents and older brother, steve. she was friends with dustin, mike, lucas, and will. she didn't necessarily like playing d&d, but she still sat through their campaigns to help them in times...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥
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❝ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴘʏ?❞
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𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃, reading a pretty interesting book. she didn't know the name of the book, but she was enjoying it. as she was reading, her eyes started to droop. they felt like they had weight pulling them down. her door opening is what made her jump up, hitting her head on her headboard. she turned to see steve standing in her doorway, holding up two shirts as he looked looked at his sister with raised eyebrows. she stared back, not knowing what he was asking her.
"which shirt, arlo?" he finally asked.
arlo let her eyes examine the shirts, seeing that they were both polo shirts. she looked at her brother before looking back at the shirts. "th - they're the exact same shirt, steven."
"are you colorblind? one's pink and one's blue. now pick one, charlotte." steve told her, growing frustrated with his sister.
"don't get an attitude. you're the one coming to me for fashion advice." arlo remarked, a small smile on her face as she watched steve grow angrier by the second.
"arlo, i swear to god!" steve grumbled, making the younger harrington chuckle.
