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Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold.
( SHOW ME YOUR SOUL, Nikita Gill )
CALLIE MADISON,Hawkins' resident hippie, was one of those devastatingly beautiful people. Her soul was beautiful, her face was beautiful, her smile was beautiful. She and the jangly gold bangles she wore religiously just shined, no matter where she was or what the circumstances were. Her energy was like an annoying virus ━━ if you were in her proximity, you would catch it. She could persuade anyone to do anything she wanted (which was usually to listen to her favorite songs), and was just a forced to be reckoned with.
ROBIN BUCKLEYwas not doing so well, school wise. It was the start of her senior year, she had just helped at Starcourt Mall, the Byers had moved away, Steve graduated. Her grades were, to be frank, shit. She needed to get them up quickly, or she would be kicked out of band before the season even started. She was on her way to lunch when she saw a poster on the wall that read "NEED A TUTOR? CALL CALLIE MADISON!" with her number underneath. Fucking Callie Madison.
