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 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭
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❝ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ.❞
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 eleven. the girl who had disappeared last year. the girl who had saved the party. she was alive and well. her hair was slicked back, almost similar to how apollo's was. she had black eye shadow smudged around her eyes, making her brown pupils pop out more. she was wearing a black t-shirt with an oversized black blazer over it. she had light washed jeans on with a pair of dirty white converse. blood was dripping from her nose, arlo assuming that she had used her powers to kill the demo-dog before she threw it through the window. a small smile appeared on eleven's face when she met arlo's gaze. she then looked over to mike, who's slowly starting to walk towards her with a teary smile on his face.
"eleven." mike breathed out as the telekinetic girl stepped towards him. he immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her like she would disappear.
"mike." eleven gasped, holding him just as tight.
"is that. . ." max started to ask, her voice trailing off as she turned to look at arlo. the shorter girl nodded, a small smile on her lips.
