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—(November 6th, 1983) (the vanishing of will byers)
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SHE AGGRESSIVELY BANGS ON her parent's bedroom door. Callie waits impatiently for a few seconds before banging on the door again. Before she could go in for a third time, the door swings open to reveal a disgruntled Peter Lin. He was half asleep and slightly irritated, "Do you have any idea what time it is, Calliope?" He asks in a low, scratchy voice.
Callie shoves a stack of packets and worksheets into her father's arms without responding to his question. "Now give it back," was all Callie could say to him. Peter eyes the packets before saying, "I have to check it fir—."
"No." Callie cuts him off.
"Give it back now."
Peter just looks at her and sighs. He reaches over to his nightstand and tosses the office keys at Callie, "Think fast." Callie catches the keys and immediately leaves to go get her guitar. The girl had stayed up the entire night to finish her missing work. That was now three nights she had gone without sleep, and Callie wasn't feeling too well. The tiredness was evident with her dark circles and puffy eye bags. Once she unlocked the office and saw her guitar sitting in the desk chair, a huge relief washes over her and Callie excitedly grabs her guitar to hug it.
However in the middle of her happy reunion, she notices something new on the desk. It was a slip of paper with a name written on it, "Giraet Poler." Callie leans the guitar against the wall behind her before taking the paper to reread the name. She didn't know what else she expected, it was the same name, same spelling. Callie wanted to ignore it, but she knew it would bother her the entire day. Whose name is this and why do the Lin parents have it written on paper on their desk?
Callie spaces out, looking at one of the bookshelves in the room as she thought about this. Suddenly something clicks, there are names covering the walls of this office. She looks around at the hundreds of books lining the walls. She begins looking through the shelves and pulling out every single one whose author is Giraet Poler.
Once she scoured every inch of the office after what seemed like hours of searching, Callie was on the floor looking through every page of the twenty books she managed to find. She didn't bother to read the pages; she didn't even really know what she was looking for. The girl assumed that she would know it when she found it. The flipping of the thin pages begin ringing in her skull as she began doing it over and over again. That was until she found it.
