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 𝐭𝐞𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲
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❝ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ.❞
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𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑, 𝐇𝐄𝐑arm behind her head with her eyes closed. the party was sprawled out in the basement, still processing everything that happened in the av room. mike was sat on the couch with eleven, who was laying on her stomach, trying to get her strength back. lucas was sat in one of the arm chairs, his head in his hands as he thought. dustin was sat on the stairs, looking down at arlo with worried eyes. she had used her powers at the school, and even though she wasn't as exhausted as eleven, he could still see that she was drained. but he didn't know if that was from her using her powers or if that was from her lack of sleep. either way, it worried him.
"what was will saying?" mike questioned, breaking the silence that had filled the basement. this made arlo open her eyes and look over at him. "like home. . . like home. . . but dark?" he repeated as he got up from the couch.
"and empty." lucas quickly added, mike stepping over arlo as he turned to face his friends.
dustin sighed, looking up at the wheeler boy. "empty and cold. wait, did he say cold?"
