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chapter one [pt. 3] suzie, do you copy? ✧.*
(trigger warning! contains depression, fear, trauma, mention of neglection, blood, and y/n being the bad bitch she is 💅)
Your POV
She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary.
Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting "cotton warp" quilts— she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices.
I laid on my bed; as Micheal and Eleven sat on Eleven's bed, making out. They once again, turned up the stereo; even though I've told them countless times not to.
Slamming down my book; "God dammit!" I shouted, "How many times do I have to tell you guys to turn down that shit!"
Both of them basically ignored me, and I was fed up with it, "You know what... I'll just go to the bathroom,"
As soon as I got onto my feet, there was a knock at the door.
"Hey," Hopper greeted from outside the door. Eleven quickly responded, "Yes?"
Maybe instead of saying 'yes'; she could have just opened the door. Honestly, the way both of them act is just irritating.
"Can I talk to you guys a minute?" Hopper added, Eleven finally used her powers to open the door; Hopper walked inside surprisingly slow.
He kept walking until he reached my bed: he plopped himself onto my bed, and I sat next to him. I could have left, but this was definitely going to be interesting.
"Hi," Hopper started off; and it was already awkward, "Hi?" Micheal and Eleven replied, in confusion. A few seconds after, I spoke, "Hi,"
"My life has been such a whirlwind,"
"Since I saw you,"
"I've been running around in circles,"
"In my mind,"
Hopper stared at Micheal and Eleven awkwardly. I was sort of just glaring at this whole scene go down.
