Hope || Will Byers

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The Vanishing of Will Byers; Part 1.

Sometimes, secrets are better when they are kept hidden. For example, being the sister of the school bully who holds a grudge against a kid you may or may not have a crush on. Definitely a secret that you would want to keep from a so-called brother of yours.

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"I don't even know why I'm related to you! I have to pretend I like you! Just for mum and dad!" The girl with the (Y/H/C) hair screams.

"You're adopted, idiot!" Replies the boy with the brown hair and snotty look, cracking his knuckles, as though trying to look intimidating. But Y/n knew better than to think the such. She had been living with her not-actual brother, Anthony, who referred to himself as Troy, for a few years now. She hated every second of it.

"Well at least I'm not related to you then!" Y/n screamed, "Anybody living with you I bet would be more than happy to leave!" Mocking her brother by cracking her knuckles, she started to walk to the door.

"Where do you think your going! Punk!" Troy said, smirking.

"To my friends house! Punk." Y/n replied, grinning slightly and opening the door. She looked back at him, her grin becoming wider as he started charging at her.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going! We're not done here!" He said, grumbling as she was grinning from just outside the door frame.

Backing away from the door, Y/n turned back to look at her brother, and held out her hand. She focused her mind on the action she wanted to occur, and the door automatically shut and locked, leaving blood dripping from her nose. Y/n knew that her so-called brother wouldn't come looking for her at a friends house, nor would he ever suspect that she had close the door with her mind.

She ran away from the house, never wanting to see her brothers bratty face ever again. But sadly, she knew that was never going to happen. She still had school with him. Y/n knew where she could find her friends, and just hoped they would be there. As well as secretly hoping her crush would be there, and that he wouldn't see her crying.

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"Something is coming... something hungry for blood." Pausing, the boy leaning over the storybook grinned, adding a suspenseful silence over the group. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. It is almost here."

"What is it?"

"What if it's the demogorgon?" Another suggested seriously, slightly squinting his eyes. This boy had brown, curly hair. "Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the demogorgon."

"It's not the demogorgon." Said a different boy, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

"Sure it's not. If it was, this campaign would be screwed."

"Don't say that!" The curly haired boy groaned. "You're gonna jinx it!"

"Thought you were a man of science, not luck."

"An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!" Says the boy leaning over the book, issuing sighs of relief from the rest of the group.

"Troglodytes?" The curly haired boy chuckles, slightly defeated.

"Told ya."

"Wait a minute..." the boy with the book whispers, "Did you hear that? That sound?" His eyes traveled the room, until they landed back onto his storybook. "Boom... boom... boom!" The boy slammed the table, which startled the rest of the group, leaving them in an alerted stance.