From cul-de-sac to criminal, an 18 year old high school girl finds herself holding a secret that not even she can understand. With the help of Hawkins' best investigating team (a group of teenagers) she starts to fit the pieces of this cursed town...
My name is Katherine Adams, but only my family calls my Katherine, everybody else calls me Kat.
I live at the end of the cul-de-sac on Maple and I have a younger brother named Carter, he's a 2nd grader at Hawkins Elementary. I have a three year old grey cat with green eyes named Rosemary. I'm currently a senior at Hawkins High with a 4.0 GPA, and I'm the student council representative for the Hawkins student body.
So yeah, nothing really unusual about my life right?
That's what I thought until Spring of 1986.
It started like it usually did: grab breakfast, bike to school with my headphones on, greet my friends, and go to my locker. Only this time we had a pep rally in the morning, I just wanted this week to be over with already so I could enjoy my spring break.
I put my backpack in my locker and suddenly a pair of hands covered my eyes, "Guess who!" a familiar voice said.
It was my boyfriend, Chance.
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(Don't worry, I know he's a background character.)
I turned around and he took me in his arms, "Hey babe, how was yesterday? Did you get home safe?" he asked.
"Oh, it was alright, I missed you." I replied.
"I missed you more, only one more game and then you'll have me to yourself all break." He winked.
I gave him a confused and slightly disgusted look, he knows my boundaries, yet he loves to joke about them in the middle of the hallway. Some passing by high fived him and others snickered at their locker.
"Come on kids! The pep rally is about to start!" The school counselor yelled from down the hall. Chance kissed me and then started jogging for the locker room. I closed my locker and started walking with the crowd to the bleachers. I sat near my good friend, Robin, and we chatted for a bit before the assembly.
"Maybe you're asexual." She joked quietly as her and the other band kids tuned their instruments. "I mean, I would be too if I had to date a sweaty sports guy."
I laughed, "C'mon Rob, you know I like him." He waved at me.
"You keep telling yourself that, Kat, but you don't love him." She started to sound serious now and blew her trumpet in unison to keep me from responding wittingly. I sighed and gave a small wave back to Chance.
I'll be honest, at first, I was only dating him for the status. Sure, I was president of the student council, but nobody was going to give a shit about what I had to say, unless I had some arm candy passing out the flyers or petitions. I wanted to make change, and now I actually could; I started the Tigers Pride Alliance, the first place in Indiana where members of the LGBT community could feel safe. I've also raised money for the families in Hawkins who had lossed a loved one to the freak accidents in recent years, so they could be able to have funerals for them. And I even brought sex education back to school after it was banned from being taught to anyone under 18. I was making change all with the help of Chance and his basketball friends.
I know it sounds kind of messed up, but as I got to know him, I realized he wasn't that bad! He might have a C in most of his classes and maybe he sort of refuses to step foot into the Pride meetings, but that doesn't mean I couldn't actually develop feelings for him.
But that was the problem, I hadn't felt anything for him, and it was eating me up inside. I slipped into a depression, he thought it was because he was on the road too much with tournaments, but I actually felt happier when I was without him. I just didn't have the heart to end things with him, he was very sweet to me and he had done nothing wrong.
So I decided to stick with it for the rest of the year, I figured he'd just find another babe during the summer and being the feminist I was, I was all for it.
I snapped back to the rally once Jason, the team captain, quieted everyone down for a speech. Now, I didn't hate Jason, but I definitely didn't like him. When I asked him to make an announcement on the intercom about National Women Authors Day, he refused! His excuse was that he didn't want to get a low grade in Mr. Heuber's literature class. I get it, Heuber is a misogynistic prick, but come on, he knew they wouldn't let me speak on there.
I looked over to see Robin biting her nails. I glanced at the clarinet player next to her, Vickie, then back at Robin. I shot her eyes saying you got this, okay? Just breathe. She sighed and smiled back at me.
I'd known Robin for quite a while now. We were best friends in elementary and middle school, always together. But as we neared high school, someone started a rumor that we were secretly in love. I handled it pretty well and addressed the rumor respectfully, clearing it up for the both of us. Robin didn't handle it as easily, she didn't show up to school for a week, and that alarmed me. I stopped by and we talked.
"Hey, I don't want to rush you back to school, but I know somethings wrong." 8th grade me said consolingly.
Robin teared up as if I had just showed her a picture of roadkill.
I ran over and hugged her tight, she cried a little bit and then it finally hit me. I looked up around her room, no celebrity posters, just horror movie posters, no dresses, just overalls and t-shirts, no makeup, just comics and action figures. I get it now.
"Don't worry, Rob. I won't tell a soul." We released and then pinky swore.
And the crowd went wild!
God, I have to stop disassociating. I thought.
Back to reality, in the gym, everyone cheered for our basketball team and Chance ran over and carried me over his shoulder like I was a bag of halloween candy. I sighed, maybe Robin was onto something about women. He spun me around a bit and I caught a glance of a couple people leaving the gym before everyone else. They all wore white shirts with black sleeves, except the last one, he wore a jean jacket-vest type. Before walking out, he turned one last time and stuck both middle fingers up at the cheering crowd and jocks. I got a glimpse of his shirt, it read Hellfire Club.
~authors note~
ok so i had an authors note written out but it didn't fucking save for some reason so i silently screamed at my laptop for a good five minutes but now i've decided to impulsively buy an eddie action figure so... you win some you lose some. actually this is a lose lose situation because im running out of money 🫣 AHH anyway, i hope you all like slow burns bc that is what this will be (also considering i haven't written fanfic in a while and volume two isnt even out yet) but in honor of the release of season 4 of stranger things and my newfound love for eddie, i will be blessing you all with yet another st fan fiction (considering that the kast one did so well)
as you know, requests, ideas, etc are always allowed and encouraged (yalls comments keep me going fr, especially when i have writers block lasting two whole fucking years)
