Casey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...
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TWO CARS. THREE GUYS. CASEY RECONGIZED one right away. She couldn't forget that stupid mustache living upon his upper lip. Hidden behind one of the many broken down cars, Casey's jaw slacks, "That's the asshole that punched me in the face!" Her whispers carried to her father, crouched beside her.
He looked over his shoulder, "Which one?"
"The one with the stupid mustache in the blue suit."
The duo watched them scan the yard searching for the kids, guns in hand which made Casey nervous. They split up to cover more ground and her old pal in the blue shirt approached a rundown school bus. Something underneath it caught his eye. From where there were, she couldn't see what it was, but she could bet it was incriminating evidence. The kids were in the bus.
He approached the door slowly, his weapon readied at his side. Casey's heart thumped in her chest, "Dad?"
"Stay here." This time, she listened. Blue suit pushed opened the door, but Hopper snuck up right behind him. The butt of his revolver went to the top of his head and Casey pumped her fist. Then, just for hell of it, he took the bad man by the collar of his perfectly ironed button up and punched him right in the nose. The teen smiled knowing that was for her.
The others were quick to run over after they heard the commotion. One screaming, "hey" before getting right hook to his jaw and one being entirely too slow in general to even react properly. Some bad guys, huh? When all three were unconscious on the ground, Casey ran over to make sure her dad was all right. He gave a breathless yeah, then she stepped onto the bus.
Before her, concealed behind seats poked out four little faces. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and an unfamiliar one with a shaved head. That was Hawkin's superhero. A bright smile stretched across Casey's face, "Hey, guys."
Their eyes went wide for a second, likely not expecting her to be the one to walk up the steps. Dustin was the first to properly react, "Casey?" That smile remained on her features and the three boys rushed over to give her a hug.
She laughed as they collided into her. "You guys, okay?" They nodded and Casey lifted her eyes. The girl made her way out from her hiding spot, confusion written on her face. But before she could ask any questions, her dad was stomping up the steps.
"All right, let's go." They all stared at him for a second, causing him to repeat his question much louder, "Let's go!"
They grabbed their things and Casey ushered them out of the bus. Running for the cruiser, the four of them squeezed into the backseat and as they drove off, Casey flipped around. She made eye contact with the young girl wearing a baby pink dress under a blue jacket. She smiled softly, "Who's this?"
