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I'm trying out a bit of a different writing style. Let me know what you think! This does not follow the original storyline completely and some things will be changed up, so if something isn't right, just know that i know.

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7:11 a.m.

Shit.

You roll over in your bed when you see how extremely late you're gonna be on your first day. Oh well.

Landing on the floor with a thud, you pop up and run to your dresser, snatching some faded ripped jeans and an Iron Maiden t-shirt from the floor. Tugging on some mismatched socks you tied a grey hoodie around your waist while grabbing your worn and fraying bookbag. You couldn't bother with your hair today and let it do its thing.

Jumping down the stairs two at a time, you stuffed your (f/c) sneakers (covered in drawings and lyrics I might add)  into your bag while you clipped your rollerblades around your ankles. You hesitated before shrugging and taking an apple from the counter, kissing your passed out dad on the cheek before skating out the door.

You didn't live too far from Hawkins High, plus you had a pair of wheels, so it would only take a few minutes to get there. You snacked on your breakfast as you rolled leisurely through the streets. Hopefully, the teacher would be late too.

Soon enough you skated through the bustling front doors, expertly avoiding anyone in your path. Finally, you made it to the principles office. Pushing away any nerves deep down inside, you knocked on the oak wood door. When you heard a faint 'come in' you turned the metal knob and entered smoothly on your skates. You plopped down in a chair across from him and crossed your legs, giving a small, tired smile.

"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n. I'm here for my schedule." You requested, voice still husky from sleep. The man smiled under his mustache and nodded, turning behind him and to a filing cabinet, skimming over the row of folders whilst muttering under his breath. 

"L/n...L/n....L/n, aha!" He exclaimed when he found the right file. He took out a white sheet of paper and handed it to you, showing that it had all of your classes and what time they started, as well as your locker combination. 

You got out at 2:30. Sick.

Nodding your thanks you head towards the door to explore the hall when his squeaky voice stopped you. "Oh and, Mx. L/n. No skating in the hallways." He warned, though his tone didn't hold any threat. You huffed quietly but nodded again, exiting the rather bleak office.

You glanced around the idle hallway and looked down at your cracked watch to see that it was 7:22. 

Two minutes after school started. Double shit.

Scanning over the page in your hands, you found that your first class was History in room 207. Quite a ways away from where you were. 

Oh joy. 

Cursing under your breath, you skid down the halls quickly, already knowing you were going to get a tardy. But maybe they'd be kind to you on your first day? You doubt it.

 After what seemed like forever, you found your desired room.

Taking a deep breath, expecting attention was going to be brought to you, you schooled your face to an impassive expression, eyes still lidded with sleep while your lips were relaxed in a natural frown. 

Checking your watch again, you saw it was only 7:28. Not the worst it could've been.

Without warning, you opened the door, and immediately every eye to train on you. When you met the teachers gaze you smiled ever so slightly, strolling into the room on your skates.