2. 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨.

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Chapter 2~ First impressions.

Ziggy was skating along the dimly lit roads of Hawkins trying to make it back before six. The streets were fairly quiet at this time of night, residents pretty much got home from work then locked themselves inside their houses until the next morning which Ziggy appreciated when she wanted to sneak out and have some peace.

It was around dinner time, so as she rode past windows, families were inside enjoying their dinner together- it made her feel like total shit- but she just sighed and kept heading towards her house- that was until it started raining, heavily. It completely came out of nowhere, "you've gotta be shitting me." She mumbled to herself. It was already a pain in the ass to ride on the roads in Hawkins with all the potholes and shit but when it was raining, she stood no chance.

After internally debating with herself, she decided to take the risk and keep skating back. With a shaky start she got just to the end of the street before the board got caught in a pothole causing it to flip sideways and send Ziggy falling to the ground, "shit." She breathed out, trying to gather herself before her eyes went onto her knee which was dripping with dark red blood, three separate streams ran down her leg in different directions and she found herself just staring at it with a slight smile on her face until the rain started washing it away.

Ziggy finally managed to pull herself up and placed her skateboard under her arm, she learnt her lesson from skating in the rain, although, she would most likely do it again.

After a few minutes of walking in her- now-flooded converse, she finally made it back. Dumping her skateboard on the front porch, she immediately headed up stairs, or atleast limped and trying her best not to get any blood on the carpet.

Once she made it into her room, she grabbed the dime bag out of her jean pocket and placed it under her pillow whilst receiving a stare from her black furred kitten, "don't look at me like that Karma." She folded her arms and started a stare off with her, "I'm having a stare off with a cat." She said to herself before reluctantly making her way downstairs.

About 12 weeks ago, Robin decided to get Ziggy a kitten, she said it was because she knew she always wanted one but Ziggy knew it was because Robin felt bad that she literally had no friends and a Cat could apparently fix it- I mean, it did but still.

"So Max hasn't spoken to any of them?" Ziggy overheard Robin asking Nancy as she stood a little behind the entrance of the kitchen, "uh Max?" Ziggy questioned making them turn around, their eyes immediately noticing the blood dripping down her leg, "oh my god Ziggy." Robin quickly stood up and rushed over to her, "what happened to your knee?"

"Wasn't Max in the party?" Ziggy asked, already knowing the answer and completely disregarding Robin's concern, "did you do this on purpose?" She whispered as if Nancy didn't already know her 'deep dark secret' "what?! No. I just fell off my board, it's raining." She folded her arm's defensively, "let me get the first aid kit." Nancy said, "so is Max not in the party anymore?" Ziggy repeated as Robin guided her over to a chair and gently lifted up her leg to place on the table so Nancy could clean it, "I knew I would regret giving you your skateboard back." Robin sighed, "is someone going to answer my question?" She repeated once more making Nancy sigh too, "she still is, she just- keeps to herself a little more now." She explained.

In all truth, Ziggy knew exactly who Max was, she had seen her hanging out with the party a few times over the past couple years and couldn't help feel some sort of resentment towards the red head, it was like she had been replaced- she had been replaced- "must be nice for all of you to have each other." Ziggy gave a fake smile to them, "Ziggy." Nancy looked at her sadly, "oh, looks like you're done." She glanced down at her knee which had been all bandaged up then slowly got off the chair before making her way back upstairs.

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