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"No one likes 3 Musketeers"
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October 31st, 1984
7:15 am
The next morning, I woke up 15 minutes before school started.
"Shit!"
I quickly scrambled to get up from the floor where I'd somehow ended up sleeping. I stumbled towards the closet and grabbed a gray T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. After grabbing my hoodie and backpack from the chair, I bolted downstairs.
"Happy Halloween, son," Dad said, barely looking up from his newspaper.
"Happy Halloween, Dad," I muttered, already halfway out the door. I grabbed my bike and headed towards Hawkins Grade School.
I made it there in about six minutes, which meant I still had nine minutes to spare.
As I approached the bike rack, I saw my friends standing there in full Halloween costume. I paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow. Why the hell are they dressed up? Well, I guess it's time to have a little fun with them.
I locked my bike to the rack and walked over to where Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Will were arguing. Their voices grew louder as I got closer.
"What's wrong with Winston?" Mike frowned, clearly frustrated.
"'What's wrong with Winston?' He joined the team super late, he's not funny, and he's not even a scientist!" Lucas shot back.
"Yeah, but he's still cool," Mike argued.
"If he's so cool, why don't you be Winston, huh?" Lucas crossed his arms.
"I can't!" Mike stammered.
"Why not?" Lucas pressed.
"B-Because..." Mike hesitated.
"B-Because you're not black?" Lucas mocked, an amused grin on his face.
"I didn't say that!" Mike defended himself, cheeks flushed.
"You thought it," Lucas teased.
"Hey, hey," I said, stepping between them with a smirk. "First of all, those Ghostbusters aren't real, so it doesn't matter how many of you are dressed as that Winston guy, alright?" I looked between Mike and Lucas. "And second of all, you're the only nerds dressed up in costumes, so no one's gonna care who's dressed as who."
"But it's Halloween..." Lucas said, confused.
"Yeah, Sinclair, but we're not 11 anymore. We don't dress up for school," I said, clapping both of them on the shoulders and turning them towards the school entrance. "Good luck surviving today," I laughed before walking past them into the school.
