EVANESCENT.
❝I have an idea.
Possible? Perhaps.
Dangerous? Definitely.❞
STRANGER THINGS.
BOOK ONE of the GENIUS TRILOGY.
PART OF THE HAWKINS LEGACIES SERIES.
[ SEASON ONE ]
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[ iii. detention in mirkwood ]
november 7th, 1983. monday.
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"REMEMBER, FINISH CHAPTER TWELVE and answer twelve-point-three on the difference between an experiment and other forms of scientific investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapters ten through twelve. It will be multiple choice with an essay section . . ."
Mr. Clarke's instruction dwindled as he noticed the growing disinterest in his classroom. The school bell had rung, signaling the end of class, and it was as though the students' attentiveness had evaporated with the sound. Once dismissal began, any attempt to distribute homework was a futile exercise; it would only fall on deaf ears. The reality was starkly clear.
Yet, Melanie remained politely in her seat, her attention unwavering as she diligently scribbled down every last detail from the chalkboard. As the classroom emptied, she was left with only Mr. Clarke, her brother, and their two friends.
Mike, Dustin, and Lucas had already gathered around Mr. Clarke's desk at the front of the classroom, their eyes alight with anticipation. They had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of new equipment for the AV club, a group they all were part of. Melanie had never meant to join AV, but it had sparked her interest when she realized she would be given a chance to connect with other nearby towns and dive into the technological aspects of the club.
"So," Mike addressed, "did it come?"
Melanie kept her eyes fixed on her notes, but she heard Mr. Clarke's voice soften. "Sorry, boys. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but..." Melanie's pen froze mid-sentence as she glanced up, catching the crestfallen expressions on her friends' faces. But then, a mischievous smirk began to stretch across Mr. Clarke's pointed face. "It came!"
A chorus of relieved cheers erupted as Mr. Clarke retrieved the keys to the AV room from the top drawer of his desk. The three boys practically raced towards the classroom door, only pausing when Dustin glanced back and called, "Coming, Mel?"
Melanie nodded, swiftly gathering her books and following them into the now-deserted hallway. She did not mind the delay to her next class—neither did Mr. Clarke, who always made sure to excuse the Party's tardiness. Melanie suspected he enjoyed their company on his free prep period as much as they valued his.
About halfway down the hallway, they stopped at a small, unsuspecting door. The AV room, once a modest janitorial closet, had been transformed into a compact yet efficient workspace. Once dusty shelves were now brimmed with club supplies and school materials. At the room's square center sat a large desk, crowned with the newly assembled Heathkit Ham Shack. Its sparkling turquoise hue gleamed under the fluorescent lights, pristine and ready for use.
