Angie waltzes into the entryway of the Hawkins Public Pool, tossing her tote over her shoulder and sliding her bag into a cubby behind the concession counter.
The faint scent of chlorine hits her immediately, mingling with the summer heat and the faint tang of sunscreen from nearby swimmers.
Almost instinctively, she adapts to the environment—the rhythm of poolside life already sinking into her bones.
Heather, perched atop the lifeguard tower like a sentinel, waves at her.
Angie's attention is elsewhere, organizing the messy shelves behind the counter, stacking candy bars, restocking soda, and wiping down sticky countertops.
Seeing that Angie hasn't noticed, Heather blows her whistle sharply and calls for a break.
The pool empties reluctantly.
Children scramble out of the water, dripping and giggling, their wet towels trailing behind them as they rush to the counter.
Angie straightens and smiles, "Wait your turn. One at a time."
The kids, of course, don't listen.
Chaos erupts as they shout orders all at once.
Angie takes a deep breath and blows her own whistle, loud and commanding.
Instantly, the group freezes mid-motion, wide-eyed.
"Now, I want a single-file line. Wait patiently. I'll get to you when I get to you."
The children, mildly frightened but obedient, scuttle into place.
Angie's lips curl into a small, triumphant smile.
She starts taking orders again, this time smoothly, efficiently—coins in, candy out, drinks poured without a single spill.
Heather struts up behind her, one eyebrow raised. "You really do have a way with kids."
"Thanks," Angie replies casually, popping a piece of gum into her mouth, "I'm... naturally authoritative."
Heather snorts, leaning against the counter. "You're just bossy. Don't get too proud of it."
Billy Munson, lounging in the corner like he owns the place, sneers and steps over Angie, snatching a bag of chips.
"Don't be a dick! Hey, you have to pay for those. You can't just eat them."
"Why? I work here. Free snacks should be in my contract."
"Take that idea up with the boss, and we'll talk. Until then, it's coming out of your paycheck."
"You're such an ass, Munson."
Angie returns to serving the sweet girl buying candy, smiling serenely despite Billy's antics.
"I'd like to confirm that she is great with kids," Heather whispers, nodding at Angie.
"No—" Billy cuts in.
"If she can keep your ass in line, she's great with kids."
"Hey!" Billy hurls a bag of Skittles toward her, aiming to intimidate, but Angie catches it midair, the candy crunching slightly in her palm.
"Billy! No throwing merchandise! We've talked about this."
"No, you talked, and I pretended to listen."
Angie glares at him, dropping the Skittles into their proper place.
Heather tries to toss them back toward him, but Angie intercepts with a raised hand.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
