Rebecca Byers (Season 4)

The Hellfire Club

Since we moved to California, it's been better; Jane writes letters to Mike every single day, which is romantic and slightly weird because even though Steve and I speak on the phone, I never get letters from him; he must be busy with work and stuff, but I do miss the hell out of him. All the other guys were a big part of my life. But, now that I am here, it's like they are gone from my life; mom has got a new job where she sells Ecilopedias over the phone, fun less likely. Still, she gets to work from home, which is a plus for all of us. Will has gone back to painting, but he won't show me what he's painting. In contrast, I have gone back to drawing, which I do to try and remember what Steve or Billy looked like. Still, all I can come up with for both of them is their hair, which is not getting anywhere fast; I miss the hell out of Billy, and sometimes at night, I cry into my pillow becuase the images from that day flash through my mind, I sigh as I am sorting out my equipment for art class. 

Jonathan is acting weirder than usual for me to sigh. He has been hanging around Argyle way too much for his brain to turn to mush; he smokes weed now, and he is waiting for his letter from the college that Nance and he will attend. I miss Nance so much. I then hear the car horn for me to sigh as I grab my bag running out of my room to knock on Jane's without opening it, she is becoming more of a teen, and it seems that she is developing slowly, "come on, its time to go" I yell in and then go off to tell Will the exactly same thing, I can't wait to go back to Hawkin's this summer to spend some time with Nance mostly Nance I haven't actally told Steve that I am coming back for summer. Still, it is quite relieving to get out of this place for a while, and I need a place I remember to spark my artistic stream or remember how people look. We get in the pizza van as Argyle turns to look at us; he is an interesting fellow with longer hair than me and a laid-back attitude, "All right. Hold on to your butts, brochachos." Argyle says as I raise an eyebrow at him. Sometimes I wonder why Jonathan hangs out with him, maybe because of all the weed. 

I work as an art assistant at the school to help the kids in the art classes as I graduated last year. It is hard work, but it helps me save up money for college and go back to Hawkins for a bit to see everyone I missed. We hang on as Argyle then takes off for me to roll my eyes at him as we speed away from the house towards school; he is such a speed demon; I sometimes miss how Steve drives because of this. Once we get to school, I walk into the school with my siblings for me to grip my art book; it's coming along, but I suspect that I'll have enough art to get into my college soon; I hope they accept me sooner than later, I am getting nervous as time passes without any reply. I then leave my siblings and Argyle with a wave as I go off to the art department for me to humm as I go to grab my walkman, putting the headphones on my ears as I walk; Max sent me a mix tape over for a present which I love, I miss her as well she is such a kindred spirit, but it seems that after Billy died, she didn't take it too well. I look in the room, and there are no kids in here; there are usually no kids in the morning, so it is my time to paint and have fun with it; I love mornings. They are my free time. 

I dance around as I paint for me to love this song; I spin on the spot for me to splash paint on the canvas; I then hear some people laughing. I look that way, stopping to see three people that are complete bullies to my little sister for me to take my headphones off as I look at them, Jane doesn't deserve the ridicule from them, and I hate that I can't do anything to stop them, "Angela" I say as I then go over to the door smiling softly at them while trying to hide my true intent, "hello, what can I help you with today?" I question as she smiles at me; little witch, sometimes I wish to punch her nose in, "oh I was wondering, do you do dance lessons as well, Miss Byers?" she questions sarcastically for me to keep the smile on my features, trying not to make it slip as I narrow my eyes at her on that. 

"no, not really, painting is more my forte", I answer as her friends laugh behind her. They are all little bitches that are evil down to the core for hurting my little sister for me to grip the door frame tighter to control the urge to hit them, "well I would stick with that, Miss Byers; you don't want to, be the laughing stock of the school, now do you" she says smiling as she then tosses her hair over her shoulder and then begins to walks away for me to close the door with a bang for me to turn away from it, "bitch" I whisper under my breath as I go back over to my walkman putting it back on and hitting play, she can make her assumptions, I could care less if she thinks I'm cool or not because I know when they get out of school and into the real world, they will crash and burn becuase they don't have there popularity to fall back on.