"sometimes an angel,
sometimes a hell raiser."
clara wheeler had no intentions of involving herself in her twin brothers little clan of misfits.
that all changed when the one boy she genuinely liked went missing, and clara would help get him ba...
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Clara had apparently fallen asleep downstairs- if the cold finger poking relentlessly into the flesh of her arm said anything.
"Shit," she cursed, sitting up and startling a wide awake Eleven.
"Good morning, El," Clara rushed, looking at the hand clock that hung from the wall opposite of her. Six forty-nine- the others would be arriving at any moment.
"Uh, there's a fresh change of clothes for you in the bathroom I laid out last night, go ahead and wear em'," the Wheeler girl rushed, pushing the thin blanket someone must've covered her with onto the floor.
Clara sprinted up the stairs, shouting a good morning to whomever was on the main floor before going up yet another flight of stairs and to her bedroom.
Picking out her favorite rose colored corduroy skirt and cream tee shirt, the brunette scrambled to get ready, applying minimal blush and a small bit of sparkly lip gloss before bouncing off towards the basement once more.
"Clara, honey! Don't you want breakfast?" her mother called as the toaster popped.
Scanning her eyes over the array of eggs, bacon and toast Clara gestured towards a piece of toast with butter spread on it. "I'll do the toast, mom. I have to head out in," she scanned the clock, "five minutes."
Karen only nodded, handing her daughter the toast on a small plate. Clara thrust her bag higher on her should before taking the steps by two down the stairs.
"Finally, god. We're showing our supplies!" Mike called, Clara muttering a 'yeah, yeah' under her breath as she sat down in a fold up chair, piece of toast in hand.
Lucas showed them his binoculars, knife, bandana and wrist rocket with a smug smile.
"You're going to take out a demogorgon with a wrist rocket" Dustin teased, Clara snorting in amusement beside him.
"There is no demogorgon, but if there is something out there I'll shoot it in the eye and blind it!"
Clara whistled lowly, "that's violent."
"Okay, Dustin what'd you get?"
Dustin grinned sheepishly, dumping the contents of his bag on to the table.
"Alright, we got trail mix, nutty buddies-"
"You brought all snacks?" Lucas questioned in disbelief. Clara finished the last bite of her toast, grabbing the trail mix package and looking at the ingredients.
