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he told me to meet him at the frickin' graveyard?
the march air was slightly chilly as i kicked around the gravel below my feet, trying carefully not to step on any graves, and scuffing up my pristine white oxfords. i pulled my cardigan around my chest, both to save some warmth and also to cover up the slightly revealing top i had changed into after school. it was white satin, with a lace trim, cut right above my cleavage. it was the most scandalous item of clothes i owned. stacy's older sister had given it to me when she outgrew it, and i had never had an opportunity to wear it before eddie munson walked into my life.
the wind whistled between the trees, spooking me even more. i looked around the empty, quiet graveyard, trying to find any evidence that eddie hadn't completely stood me up. maybe this was all a practical joke, made to make me look stupid. maybe he would pop out from behind the trees with all his satan-worshipping friends, ready to sacrifice a virgin. stumbling over a headstone, i continued to hopelessly look around.
there was a small abandoned chapel, off to the side at the tree line, a well known make-out spot for hawkins high students looking for a thrill around halloween. the stained glass windows were bashed in, colorful shards of glass left in their place. the white wooden walls were chipping, the roof had a whole in it. there had to have been some kind of misunderstanding. there was no way this is where eddie wanted to meet; maybe he told me the wrong address. i decided to duck into the chapel to regroup, and maybe have a breakdown, a single tear falling from my eye at the thought of him tricking me. i trusted him.
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my body started to shiver, and i tried to take deep breaths to calm me down.
i gingerly walked up the dilapidated steps, worn from years of weather damage, and used all my strength in both my arms to throw open the heavy door. my eyes were blurring with tears, feeling so stupid and naive. hot tears ran down my face, smudging the makeup i had painstakingly applied that morning.
