Ally Harrington, the adoptive little sister of the famous Steve Harrington, wasn't anything like her brother.
Other than the small tattoo on her wrist that she'd somehow managed to hide since the day she was adopted, unlike Steve, Ally was not at al...
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Back on Maple Street, in the basement of the Wheeler house, Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Ally stood, soaking wet, opposite the skinny little girl with the buzzed hair. The girl sat on the couch, her breathing heavy and her frightened eyes darting around the room. As thunder crashed outside and the rain pelted down on the roof outside, Ally noticed the girl flinch.
"Is there a number we can call? For your parents?" Mike asked the strange girl.
Ally felt a wave of deja vû rolling over her just as the boys began to shoot questions at the strange girl.
"Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?" Dustin asked.
"Did you run away? Lucas added.
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Mike interjected.
"Is that blood?" Lucas reached out to the girl but before he could even blink, Ally slapped his hand away, having had enough of the boys' antics.
"Stop it!" Mike shouted.
"You're freaking her out!" Ally scolded, remembering that that was exactly how she felt when she was in a similar situation.
Ally's mind was racing. The situation was just too familiar. When Ally had been adopted, she too had been found in the woods, covered in blood and dirt with a buzzed head and scared eyes.
"She's freaking me out!" Lucas shrieked.
"I bet she's deaf," Dustin mumbled, surprising everyone by loudly clapping his hands together.
"Not deaf," he concluded.
The girl flinched again. Ally stepped in front of the girl protectively, shielding her from whatever other questions the boys were going to throw at her.
"All right, that's enough, alright?! She's just scared and cold!" Ally yelled back at boys, the fire of her protective instincts burning in her bright blue eyes.
"Mike, could you please get her some dry clothes?" Ally asked after inhaling deeply.
Mike nodded, going over to the laundry basket and fetching the girl some dry clothes.
As the thunder outside rumbled loudly, the strange girl grew more and more jumpy. Ally crouched in front of her, gently placing a hand over hers in hopes of comforting the frightened girl.
"Hey, it's okay. It's just the thunder. It's safe inside, I promise," she gently reassured with a soft smile.
The girl studied Ally carefully, taking in her long, wet, scraggly brown hair; magnetic azure-blue eyes; and pale, freckled face. She smiled, comforted by her presence and the odd sense of positive familiarity that she brought.
