REWRITTING INTO ANOTHER BOOK TO START FRESH!!!
1980'S. HAWKINS , INDIANA .
the most typical, uneventful little town that lives up to all small town stereotypes. at least, until one little boys goes missing. it's safe to say that shit hit the fan...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THE MORNING OF HALLOWEEN WAS ALWAYS SAMS FAVORITE. She loved the fall weather and the giddy excitement of getting free candy. "Dust, stop fidgeting." The older girl ordered as she helped her brother into his costume. "It took me way to long to make this." "Okay, okay!" Dustin grumbled, standing dramatically stiff just to annoy her. "Come on guys! I want pictures!" Claudia danced around the kitchen. The siblings shared a glance and broke out laughing. Dustin moved to stand in the living room, holding the handmade proton blaster to his mother. "Oh! I wanna see those pearls! Yeah!" Ms. Henderson laughed. Mews chirped, forcing Sam to rub behind his ears.
Silently riding behind Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, Sam chuckled as they simultaneously sang the Ghostbusters intro. "Who you gonna call?" They sang as they locked up their bikes, turning to Will. "Ghostbusters!" The Byers boy cheered. "Hey, Spengler!" Mike laughed. "Egon!" Lucas pointed at Will's name tag. "Venkman! Hey." Will chuckled back. "Whoa, whoa." Mike glanced over Lucas' costume. "What?" The Sinclair boy sighed. "Why are you Venkman?" The raven haired boy furrowed his eyebrows. "Because I'm Venkman." Lucas shrugged, not getting the point of this conversation. "No, I'm Venkman." Mike pointed to his identical badge. "Why can't there just be two Venkmans?" Will tried to calm the situation. "Because there's only one Venkman in real life." Mike countered. "We planned this months ago." "Okay, so it was a mistake. Big deal." Sam tried to stop the inevitable argument as well. "No, I'm Venkman, Dustin's Stantz, you're Egon, and you're Winston." Mike gestured to each of the boys as he spoke. "I specifically didn't agree to Winston." Lucas shook his head. "Yes, you did!" Mike protested. "I don't think he did." Will glanced to the enraged boy. "No one wants to be Winston, man." Lucas informed the Wheeler boy. "What's wrong with Winston?" Mike played dumb. "What's wrong with Winston?" Sinclair repeated with a scoff. "He joined the team super late, he's not funny, and he's not even a real scientist!" "Yeah, but he's still cool." Mike tried to back his statement but came up with nothing. "If he's cool, then you could be Winston." Lucas pointed out. "Okay, guys-" Sam tried again. "I can't." Mike shuffled. "Why not?" Lucas put his hands on his hips. "Because..." Mike stammered. "B-b-because you're not black?" Lucas mocked him. "I didn't say that." Mike rose his voice. "You thought it." Lucas countered. "Yo, stop." Sam yelled. "Your arguments are poor and unnecessary. The movie is fiction and this is 8th grade Halloween. Shut up, and you both can be Venkman. Got it?" "Guys!" Dustin shouted. "What?" The three other boys yelled, turning to look at him. "Why is nobody else wearing costumes?" Dustin asked rhetorically. "Crap." Lucas sighed. Sam snorted. "You guys are all losers. I'm outta here." She started walking away. "Have fun!" "You're a loser too, Sam!" Dustin yelled after us. "You only hang out with us, you know!" Sam didn't falter or turn around. Pulling her headphones over her ears, she flipped them off.
