After the Fall

Connected Stories (Ooouuuu)

How I imagine Amberlee in pic above (with blue eyes ofc). You can imagine her in your own way but I had some people comment last time on how she would look like. (So hope this helps!)

8 years later......

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Max pulls her silver car into the Hawkins High School, knowing it has already been far to many times where she has been doing this exact thing, and not to drop by lunch to Lucas.

She parks in her normal parking space, she is just glad this parking space is considered 'normal' for her since she visits up here frequently to see Lucas so people have pretty much reserved this space in front of the school doors to the side a little for her, of course of her status but also of her being here so frequently.

She makes her way out of the car, being in her normal attire of slacks and a blouse tucked into it with a blazer over it, her unbuttoning the button in the middle of her blazer as she gets out, sunglasses covering her eyes and her heels sounding against the ground. She receives stares from the students that walk about outside when they evidently aren't supposed to since it is during a class period, but Max pays no mind to comment on it, those aren't her kids.

Max closes the car door and uses her keys to lock it while she makes her way up the stairs, putting her bag over her shoulder while her other hand is in her pocket. A boy opens the door for her while nodding politely, Max nodding back at him and thanking him for his generosity.

Max takes off her sunglasses as she walks down the hallway, some of the kids walking down the hallway all stopping their conversations to look at her, her confident pride walk and how she puts her sunglasses at the top of her blazer, everyone smiling at her beauty and her confidence.

Knowing she is definitely Amberlee Sinclair's mother.

"Hey Amir!"

"Hey what's going on Amir—"

"Shh shhh shhh I'm not supposed to be out here." Amir harshly whispers, him being in basketball shorts and a white T shirt. "Auntie Max!" He runs over to her.

"Amir why aren't you in class?" Max questions.

"Bathroom break." He answers.

"Mhm."

"Is....she in trouble?"

Max lightly rolls her eyes. "I just got a call from Becker saying she punched two girls square in the jaw and you are asking me if she is in trouble or not?"

"No I didn't mean it like that I just...." He trails off.

Max sighs with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry it's not you I'm mad at. I'm just tired of making constant trips up here Amir with her attitude. She needs to learn how to let things go."

"I know but Auntie this time is different." Amir says.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"It means that...just listen to her, she meant well."

"By punching two girls?"

"In her own way yes." Amir shrugs. "I have to be getting back to class, love you."

"Love you too." Max says back, Amir giving her a kiss on the cheek before he runs back the way he came.

"Can you tell me why you punched the two girls?" Becker questions.

Amberlee just sits there silent with a angry grimace on her face, her being leaned back in the seat with her legs lightly parted, her looking down at her lightly bruised knuckles, her being in purple joggers and a white long sleeve Hawkins shirt, her red hair having two ponytails at each side and the rest being down.