Eddie is your drug dealer and has been for sometime now, 5 months to be exact
not that anyone is counting. But my name is (YN) and i'm 18 years old and I moved from The Big Apple to Hawkins...... But at least I have my dealer Eddie to be by my side...
Eddie then rushes to get all his stuff together and then rushes through the door passing your mom saying to her
"Nice meeting you, have a nice day" He says rambling waving bye to me
While putting on your pants and shirt, your mom is furious with you pacing back and fourth in your room trying to get a sentence out. When you have all your clothes on you sit on the edge of your bed and say to your mom
"Mom, please saying something or just ground me" saying while smiling trying to lighten the mood
Your mom then looks at you like your stupidest person on the planet and says to you
"Y/N, YOU HAD A BOY IN YOUR ROOM AND HE WAS... AND YOU WERE...YOU BOTH WERE." Rambling on
You interrupt and say
"MOM, I know what it looked like and it is what it looked like but....." You say
"But what Y/N" she says
"You had a boy in your room... in this house... and god knows what else you guys were doing" She says in anger
"Nothing else I swear..this is the only time it's ever happened" You say pleading to your mom
"And the last..." She says cutting you off
"You are never to see that boy again."
"You don't think I know what he does and what you do, I'm not stupid Y/N I'm your mother and I'm trying to protect you." She finishes
"Mom" You start to choke up and get teary eyed
"I'm sorry mom"
"Sorry isn't gonna cut it, to let me know your sorry you have to prove it to me"
"You're grounded for a month, no landline, no T.V, no record player and NO SEEING EDDIE MUNSON" She says sternly and slamming the door to your room.
You lay back on your bed taking a deep breath in and exhaling thinking and reflecting about how you can't see Eddie and or get weed from him.
You then start to feel drowsy and eventually fall asleep in your bed.
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NEXT DAY:
You wake up and start remember what happened yesterday and you start to feel terrible and so guilty. But you get up from your bed and start to get your clothes together and get your day started so you can go to school. (Your a senior in high school) this is the outfit you got together from your closet.
YOUR OUTFIT:
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