There's nothing special about Hawkins, Indiana.
The summer of 1985 is just another season for the boring, quiet town; the rich families spend their time in the pool and mall, the energetic kids run around and sweat, and the dark alternate dimension hides right under their noses.
There might be something special about Hawkins, Indiana.
Conspiracy theorists claim it all started when that Byers boy disappeared in the fall of '83. They ramble about a laboratory, and fake bodies, and the death of Barbara Holland who was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Power outages, dead crops, weird looking bears and dogs.
A bald russian boy. A bald russian boy with powers. A bald russian boy with powers who's actually a bald russian girl. A bald russian girl who was definitely ignored by the Hawkins Police, risking the security of the United States of America.
They say Hawkins is cursed, and they might be right.
But there are some who know more. Some who worked with the strange russian girl. Some who fought nightmares, soldiers, and monsters from said dark alternate dimension. Some who must keep their secret while protecting Hawkins and the life inside. Amongst them are a certain Chief of Police, a certain mother, and too many teenagers.
And, most definitely, amongst those teenagers is not a certain Freddie Bond.
Everyone knows Freddie. Owner of Hawkins' music store, beloved friend of all ages. They say she has a gift for people; an intuition for their feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Thanks to this, Freddie knows everyone.
So let's get to know her.
The alarm clock that wakes her up was not set by herself; she never learned how to change it, so it always goes off everyday, at 7:08 am. Her mattress is one year too old. The shirt she's wearing to sleep was stolen from her neighbour, and it smells like vanilla, just like the curly mess on her head.
Nineteen years of age are shown in her smile lines and worn out eyes.
Freddie's mobile home sits at the Forest Hills Trailer Park. It's not too big, but not too small either; it's the perfect size for a young girl living alone, working 12 hours almost everyday. She inherited it when she was fourteen, along with a large sum of money, which she hasn't been able to invest in a decent house just yet.
Grabbing some cereal in the kitchen, she turns on the TV in need for some noise.
"-starting to protest against the Starcourt Mall, claiming it has ruined local businesses, as all customers head straight to the mall. Meanwhile, Mayor Kline has refused to release any statements. Should the people of Hawkins start to-"
She can't help but feel bad for those people. Her music store is one of those that moved into Starcourt the moment a spot was available, knowing it would bring her more customers. It did.
Starting to get ready for work, she takes a shower, taming the short curls with some product. Her go-to outfit is waiting for her - colourful tank top, jean skirt, coloured socks, and a pair of boots she stole from a cop. It's almost like a signature look; people always recognise her strange style whenever she enters a room.
A jean jacket (her "work jacket") is hung up next to the door, so she doesn't forget it. It's filled with patches and embroidery, a small red heart sitting on the left side, and a stitched name tag on the right.
"Fredie B".
Let's just say... Freddie isn't the best at spelling. But people think it's a fun quirk.
Attached to the jacket, a carabiner. Attached to the carabiner, all the keys she uses in her day-to-day life. She leaves the trailer, covering her eyes from the sun, and locking the door. Her headphones are quickly placed on her ears and she presses play on the Walkman by her hip.
In front of her, her neighbour's leaving his trailer too. They exchange smiles and waves, and Freddie grabs her bike, exiting the park.
There's nothing special about the people of Hawkins.
As most are unaware of the Curse, they live normal lives. Laughing, eating, hanging out. And, since everyone is connected, some of them wave at the Freddie girl, because she's the niece of their childhood friend Ricky, or because she went to school with their big sister.
Freddie laughs, for the people of Hawkins think they're not special.
She could always ramble about the uniqueness of each, and their hospitality. But what gets her attention is their amazing ability to ignore what's not normal, going on with their lives as if they were in any other town that wasn't Hawkins.
Unsurprisingly, Freddie is not like them. She notices. She knows. And she will do anything in the world to stay as a spectator to the Curse of Hawkins; a role which she has had to fill since 1983, the year her town became haunted. There is nothing that would make her get involved.
Because there is nothing special about Freddie Bond
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FanfictionFreddie Bond knows as many secrets as she has. The mysterious girl from the music store, who always knows what people are going through and how to comfort them, might have no past, no family, and no sense of personal space; but the town of Hawkins s...
