As an author, I loved writing this. Good as hell. Chefs kiss. A stranger things story of being trapped in Hawkins. Every teenage girl who loves stranger things woke up in Hawkins, is this good news or bad news? For you it's bad news, for everyone el...
"I must be high." You laugh, before sitting down on your skateboard to recollect.
When was the last time I did drugs? Sh*t I don't think I even ever have. You rub your temples, before slapping yourself in the face. Is this the afterlife? Did I crash my sh*t before even reaching the house?
Suddenly your phone rang in your pocket, although mysteriously, it wasn't a phone call.
It was a broadcast.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen!" The voice was the same mysterious caller, whom rang you at the park, "May I introduce you to my little experiment!" The voice was connected to a video that full screened across your phone. A middle aged man around late thirties, early forties, was recording himself in what looked like his mother's basement, and let's be honest, it probably was. "To all of you who have found yourself in an unknown environment, welcome to Hawkins!"
Hah? From that sh*tty show that ended when I was a freshman?? What kind of sick joke-?
"Seemingly my project must have been successful, seeing as how hundreds, no! THOUSANDS. Of worried parents are calling in missing children." He laughed, "The government now knows how to send LIVE people into other dimensions, some even... fictional." He chuckled.
"I doubt the government gives two craps, but okay." You sigh.
"For all of you wondering, are my parents here? Is my house still here? The answer is no, well I mean unless of course your parental figures have ever been enthralled in the TV show known as Stranger Things." He informed. "Although it may be more likely that your friends or siblings may have wound up in there, good luck!" He finished.
The screen warbled and after a while just turned to plain static.
"This can't be happening, holy crap, I'm gonna kill myself." You stood up and threw your skateboard at a tree. "I had a fvcking volleyball tournament this saturday, holy crap. AND THE FVCKING- MM" You kicked the dirt and collapsed to the ground, "The fvckin'..." your voice broke, "college scouts, were gonna be there... sh*t." You cried, clenching your sweater. "There goes... my sh*tty fvcking dream."
After rethinking all of your life choices you grabbed your skateboard and tried to find civilization. This pisshole has to have a police station... somewhere. You had no idea where you were, the only signs of life you could find were well... trees.
"This is useless, where the fvck am I even going." You sigh, slowly giving up, until all of a sudden a loud sound catches your attention. It was a horn-like noise, and there was a light coming from your left, "Hello! Hey!" No response. The light had faded and you realized what you saw was most likely a car driving by. A road. You thought.
As you ran towards where the noise came from the grass slowly started to become pavement, "Ah thank the lord dude." You had roughly spent an hour roaming around in the woods and it was now almost 6:00 a.m. "So my phone and headphones work, but this is supposedly 1986, that's stupid. This guy needs to go back to school."
As you walk down the road it only gets more familiar.
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