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...
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SITTING AT THE LUNCH TABLE, SAM CHEWED ON HRR LUNCH QUIETLY. With her feet kicked up on the table, she was farther back from the others, but she could still hear everything they said. "The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even...murder!" Eddie read dramatically. Sam scoffed, throwing a piece of corn at the teen as Dustin and Mike sat next to her. "Society has to blame something. We're an easy target." Another one of the club members shrugged. "Exactly. We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game." Eddie rolled his eyes. "But..." He climbed onto the table. "As long as you're into band, or science...or parties, or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!" Justin stood up, trying to act intimidating. "You want something, freak?" The Munson teen responded by making an eerie noise, enticing a laugh from the others. "Get off the damn table, Eddie. That's disgusting." Sam threw another piece of her food at him. "No, I like it up here. You wanna join, princess?" He held his hand down for her. With a roll of her eyes, Sam grabbed his hand and stood up on the table with him. "You see? From up here everyone looks the same." Eddie mumbled. "There's not grand difference, it's just the top of heads." "Wow, so poetic." Sam taunted before a gasp left her mouth. Eddie poked her rips, knowing it tickled her, until she slapped his arm. "Quit, you weirdo." The blonde laughed. "That's exactly it. It's forced conforming. That's what's killing the kids!" He rushed off the table, scaring an off duty teacher before allowing two cheerleaders to walk by. "Yeah, alright. You wanna help me down, Professor? Or are you just gonna keep being a dick?" Sam crossed her arms as Eddie jumped back into the table. "I thought you liked douchebags." The Munson teen dipped her dramatically, leaning down to her ear. "Steve Harrington." He whispered. Sam stood straight, giving him a pointed glare. "Alright, my bad. Hit a nerve, did I?" Eddie jumped down holding his hand up for her to take. "You know it's not like that. He's just-" Sam tried to defend herself, the others at the table glancing around in confusion. "He's just...a friend? Or are you wishing for something more?" Eddie smirked knowingly towards her, barley ducking in time as a roll was tossed at his head. "I'll kick you in the balls, again." The blonde threatened as she slouched back down in her seat. Eddie snorted a laugh. "What are you guys talking about?" Mike piped in. "Nothing." Sam shook her head, unable to hide the smile on her face any longer. "Yeah, you'll understand when your older." The Munson teen winked dramatically. Sam sent him her middle finger quickly. "Speak of things for later..." Dustin piped in. "Uh, Lucas has to do his, uh, balls-in-laundry-baskets game. So..." The curly haired boy chuckled nervously. "He's not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight. And I know there's not way we can beat you sadistic campaign without him. So, me and Mike, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that maybe we might..." "Postpone." Mike interrupted in annoyance. The three other players at the table erupted their displeasure of the situation. "Shut up!" Eddie yelled to quiet them down. "You're saying Sinclair's been taken over by the darkside?" "Something like that." Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "Something like that?" Eddie flicked the pretzel in his hand at her. "You telling me you knew about this?" "I can't help the fact that you don't pay attention." The older Henderson retorted smoothly. "And you," The Munson teen turned back to the boys. "Rather than finding a sub for him, you want...you want to postpone 'The Cult of Vecna'?" "I - I don't want to postpone it. We don't want to postpone it. It's just that, you know, most of the subs will be at the championship game. Even Sam is going." Mike protested. Eddie, who had since stood from his chair, whirled back around. "Oh, it's the championship game?" "Yeah." The Wheeler boy glanced around in confusion. "Can I level with you? Jeff graduates this year. Gareth's got, what? A year and a half?" Eddie pointed around the table. "Sam's, who the hell knows what she doing-" "I'm graduating, ass hat." Sam tossed Dustin's roll at him, successfully knocking him in the face. The Munson teen held his finger at her quickly. "Me, I'm army-crawling my way towards a D in Mrs. O'Donnell's." The long hair teen continued. "If I don't blow her final, I'm gonna walk that stage next month, I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I'm gonna flip him the bird, I'm gonna snatch that diploma, and Im gonna run like hell outta here." Dustin and Mike chuckled along his dramatic example. "Didn't you say that last year?" Gareth pipped in teasingly. "And the year before that?" Jeff added. "Yeah, yeah. And I was full of shit." Eddie reminded them. "This years different." "It's only different because you met me." Sam reminded. "Without my notes, you'd have failed O'Donnell's as soon as you walked in." "Exactly, this years my year, Henderson. I can feel it." Eddie pointed at her in agreement. "'86 baby!" Sam smiled brightly. "You're graduating this year, because we are definitely walking that stage together." "Atta girl! That's what I'm talking about." The Munson teen laughed before looking back at Dustin and Mike. "And you know what that means?" They shook their heads. "It means you boys are the future of Hellfire." He crouched in between their chairs, grabbing their shoulders. "I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like...looking like two little lost sheep." Sam snorted, receiving a kick from her brother. "Shut up, Samantha." He seethed. Eddie turned to the younger Henderson, gaining back his attention. "You were wearing a Weird Al t-shirt, which I thought was brave." "Thank you." Dustin nodded along. The Munson teen looked to the Wheeler boy next. "Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from the goddamn Gap." The group laughed loudly, gaining the attention of surrounding tables. Eddie then pulled the boys up, walking them towards the middle of the cafeteria. "And we showed you that school didn't have to be the worst years of your lives, right?" He mumbled. "No." The boys shook their heads quickly. "Okay. No, no, no. Well, I'm here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help. Who need you." The long haired teen turned them around. "And all you gotta do is get you Bo-Peeps on and go find one." He shoved them away before moving back to the table. "I think you scared the shit out of them." Sam laughed as he sat back down. "Congratulations, Eddie." "Thanks, princess." Eddie winked as the bell rang.
