Romanticized Life ✰ Eddie Munson

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✰ Harley's POV ✰
Harley was the most neutral person a human being could ever be. Most students at Hawkins High knew her, most of the ones who knew her respected her. There was not a single soul who ever found a reason to hate or adore her. She just was there, a cupboard character, covering someone's plot holes.

Casually walking through school hallways, she was always greeted by someone. Entering cafeteria, she always received a 'hi' from any direction, would that be a science nerd or a popular guy like Jason.

Probably the reason why Harley existed this way was her temptation to avoid any companies. She never sat at any occupied table, never joined any school rank, she just sat there in between the groups, not preferring any company. Yet when someone started a small talk with her about any stuff, she always kept up the conversation flow without any struggle, leaving her interlocutor acknowledged that there's a girl who they can talk to out of the blue and never be disappointed.

She was hardy and flexible, but she refused Chrissy's begging to join the cheerleading squad.

She was charismatic, which made her kinda attractive, but she still wrinkled her nose every time Jason leaned his back against the wall by her side.

She was artistic and alone, yet she avoided the freaks' attention and never felt urge to sit at their table. She knew the 'cult' talks were complete bullshit, but it wasn't quite her cup of coffee to put her nose in, so she didn't.

A straight A+ student who hates studying; a well-read person who will send an annoying teacher to fuck themselves around the world the moment they turn away.

Harley, who is me.

Yup, that's all me. Well, at least that's the person who i'm looking at in the mirror.

Watery grey eyes, ash brown long-ass hair, currently halfway up, dark freckles and shadows under my eyes from lack of rest. My lashes grew longer at some point, so most of the looks i shoot people threaten them with a painful death. My face and hands are sunned somehow, even tho i always stay at home.

The girl in the mirror looks quite familiar. It's hard to tell if it's me, though. Not anymore, at least. I let the horrors of life in Hawkins change me, did absolutely nothing but look away to blink off the tears.

So i left the girl in the mirror standing there. I picked my backpack up, pins on it ringing aggressively as i pushed the doors of school bathroom. My skateboard is securely pressed to my waist as I slide on my headphones. It's the tape i listen to nonstop since the first monster came. It stopped my head from spinning when i sat with a shotgun on my bed, looking attentively in my window for any movement outside.

Music completely blocked off the sounds around me, so i just nodded to every single person who opened their mouths in my direction.

Jason smiled at me as i pass him by. I never return a smile, nodding instead a greeting to a sweet sunshine Chrissy.

'Whether you're a brother or
whether you're a mother'

I finally escape those annoyingly loud hallways of school, stepping outside under aggressively hot sun.

'You're stayin' alive,
stayin' alive'

I throw my board on the concrete, and, as soon as it lands perfectly, i drive off.

'Feel the city breaking
and everybody shaking, people'

Wind blows gently in my face. The breeze after hours after hours in school hallways is the only thing i could wish for. I'd let it blow my beloved freckles right off just to stay like this forever. With headphones on, a vibrating board under my worn off black converse and a calming 'not give a shit' feeling fogging out the thoughts.