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Anastasia clutched her physics book close to her chest as she made her way to her own personal hell, otherwise known as... Hawkings High. Concepts overflowed her mind as she tried hard to remember everything she had cramped in her brain the night before. It was just another dreadful morning she would have to spend listening to useless lessons and having meaningless conversations with people she didn't like.

The hallway was packed, full of teenagers and gossip, and probably some STDs too, but Anastasia tried not to dwell too much into that thought, it would just make her feel all jumpy and disgusted during the rest of the day. She counted her steps to her locker, exactly 18 steps if she managed not to bump into anyone. Queen was blasting through her headphones, her walkman attached to her denim jeans.

She finally arrived at her locker at the sound of "Under Pressure", her head slightly bobbing at the rhythm of the music. Her peace and not so quiet was interrupted by a very predictable someone ripping her headphones off and grabbing her walkman.

"Ah, come on Owens! Again?" Billy Hargrove mocked staring at the tape inside the walkman

"Yes" she exhaled, grabbing her walkman back "You say the same thing every morning, and every morning I tell you how Queen is the best music group out there at the moment, plus Roger Taylor is hot" she explained, her accent quite prominent still, she closed her locker just as he opened his.

Billy Hargrove too, was new to Hawkins, something he hated to think about. The pair had bonded over simple things such as music, or their locker being right next to each other. Nevertheless, they both were very much aware of the others' red flags, Billy was highly toxic and aggressive, he would do anything to get Steve Harrington out of his way and become the new king in Hawkins. On the other hand, Anastasia was extremely secretive with her past and not very talkative, she sometimes was rude unintentionally. This prevented them both from becoming closer than what they already were. Which, with time, would've ended up being a positive thing.

"I'm not saying they aren't good, all I'm saying is all you ever do is listen to them, there's more music out there.. Like Scorpions or... Kiss" Billy defended, his eyes widened "By the way... do you, by any chance, have a little something for me?" He smiled

"God, you are annoying. But yes, here you go" she handed his literature essay, the mistakes and corrections she made marked in red. After he took it she extended her hand and he placed a ten dollar bill on her hand. While Billy was quite the heartthrob Anastasia was a certified nerd. So Billy would fool around with grills right and left while Anastasia did both their homework, essays and projects. Why he chose her having to pay when he could bully anyone into doing the same she didn't know, nor did she care.

"Nice doing business with you Hargrove" she smiled before making her way to class, not before noticing the very much intrusive and very much judgmental eyes of Steve Harrington looking her way, she ducked her head and continued on, not interested in mingling with The Hair.

It was safe to say Steve Harrington was the king of Hawkins High. Him and Nancy Wheeler had been dating for like a year, but from what Anastasia has heard it was just for show because they were falling apart in reality. Almost every single day she watched Steve struggle to maintain his position, his relevance... his facade.

On the other hand, Anastasia had managed to blend in with the crowd since her arrival, only ever receiving the casual racist insult or snarky remark delivered by Tommy and Carol, whom she hated. She was a good student, sometimes she thought she wouldn't study as much if she had friends, real friends. But the people in Hawkins were nosy, and that was the last thing she needed.

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When the day was finally done, Anastasia couldn't wait to wash her hands, get over her shift at the general store and go home. But of course there is no respect left in this country and a girl can't focus on counting her steps so they are an even number without getting interrupted.

"Ana! Ana!" someone called after her, she took a deep breath, placed a smile on her face and turned around to face Jonathan Byers, she breathed out a quick hi.

"Hi! Um... Nancy is making me come to this party tomorrow so I'm just hoping you can come too so I'm not third wheeling and alone in the midst of it all" he rambled

"Can't, I have work" she answered, then she realised that was curt so she spoke up again "I hope you have fun though" she smiled, Jonathan smiled back and they both bid their goodbyes.

As she entered Melvald's General Store she felt much more at peace, her job made her happy, it consisted of placing stuff in its place and making sure everything was in order and counting how many they had, which she always hoped was an even number.

"Hi Joyce!" she smiled as the door chimed behind her, the cold october air entering alongside the blue-eyed girl.

"Ana! Thank god you're here sweetie, I have to go to the lab so your dad can check on Will" The woman explained as she put on her coat.

"How's Will?" Anastasia asked, after all, Will was the reason her and Owens had to move here, so that Will was safe and everything went according to plan.

"He's still having episodes but we're working on it" Joyce answered truthfully "Don't forget to close up and lock the door when you leave!" She smiled walking out the door

"I won't!" the young girl reassured before the door closed, she watched Joyce get in the car, driven by Bob.

The first thing Anastasia did was change the music and play some Queen, she was still adjusting to America and its culture, but she was sure she loved Queen and cherry slushies more than anything. Then she started reorganising everything that was out of place, taking pleasure in the way it relaxed her to do something so mundane.