"it was like a magnet or something pulling on my board. i know that sounds crazy."-
october, 1984
MIKE WALKS DOWN THE HALLWAY, and talked into his walkie, to communicate with dustin.
"east is clear. no sign of dart." mike tells dustin.
mike started walking up the stairs.
"where'd you go, you little bastard?" mike mutters under his breath.
eleven walked down the halls, looking for mike, when she thought she heard his voice, she walked down the hall, and looked to her side, but there was no sign of mike, then she went the opposite direction mike went.
"west is clear, too, y/n?" dustin asks through his earpiece.
"south is clear. lucas?" y/n responded.
"anything?" will also asks through the walkie.
lucas, decided to be dramatic, and kicked opened a classroom door.
"excuse me!" the lady said in disbelief "mr. sinclair!"
"s-sorry!" lucas quickly apologized while stuttering. "i was looking for study hall. bye!"
"nothing here, man." lucas quickly responded into the walkie as he left the classroom.
mike went into the gymnasium, then he saw the boys locker room door swing back and forth.
mike furrowed his brows and went to check it out.
mike started looking around, with a spear in his hand, he started hearing objects move around, which made him panic.
he jumped to where the noise was coming from, then he yelled out, as he aimed the spear.
max gasped as her and melissa turned around.
"what the hell are you doing!?" melissa asked in frustration.
"what are you guys doing?" mike asked, raising his voice as he lowered the spear. "why are you both in here?"
"looking for dart." max replied.
"this is the boys' room." mike reminds them.
"yeah, so?" max asks.
"so you should go home!" mike insults as he drops the spear, and starts walking away.
"why do you hate us so much?" melissa demands as her and max follow behind max.
"i don't hate you." mike defends. "how can i hate you both? i don't even know you."
"yeah, but you don't want us in your party." max reminds him.
"correct." mike retorts.
"why not?" melissa asks.
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