"I have been waiting here over an hour, Hopper." Joyce looked at her watch before crossing her arms over her chest frustratingly. "And I apologise again I-" Hopper began before Joyce cut him off. "I'm going out of my mind Hopper!"
"Look, boy his age, he's probably just playing hooky, okay?" Hopper told Joyce as he finished typing up on the typewriter and Joyce shook her head insistently. "No, not my Will. He's not like that. He-he wouldn't do that."
"Well, you never know. I mean my mom thought I was on the debate team, when really I was just screwing Chrissy Carpenter in the back of my dads Oldsmobile, so..." Hopper trailed off as Joyce piped up, once again.
"Look, he's not like you, Hopper. He's not like me! He's not like...most. He has a couple of friends, but, you know, kids are-are mean. They make fun of him, they call him names, they laugh at him and his clothes-"
"His clothes? What's wrong with his clothes?" Hopper questioned as he furrowed his eyebrows and took another sip of coffee. "I don't know, does that matter?" Joyce asked and Hopper shrugged before taking a bite of another donut. "Maybe."
"Look, he's...he's a sensitive kid. Lonnie-" Joyce let out a sigh before she continued on. "Lonnie used to say he was a (q). Called him a (f)." Joyce said softly as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. "Is he?" "He's missing is what he is!"
Joyce held a cigarette up to her lips before inhaling it deeply as Hopper began to speak. "When was the last time you heard from Lonnie?" The chief of police asked and Joyce scoffed as she shuffled around in her seat.
"Uh, last I heard, he was in Indianapolis. That was about a year ago. But he has nothing to do with this." Joyce snapped as Hopper leaned over his desk towards Joyce slightly. "Why don't you give me his number?" "You know, Hopper, he has nothing to do with this. Trust me."
"Joyce, 99 out of 100 times, a kid goes missing. The kid is with a parent or a relative." Hopper explained and Joyce began stammering slightly . "W-What about the other time?" "What?"
"You said, '99 out of 100'. What about the other time, the one?" Joyce asked frantically as Hopper attempted to intervene. "Joyce." "The one!" She yelled angrily and Hopper managed to stop her.
"Joyce, this is Hawkins, okay? You wanna know the worst thing that's ever happened here in the four years I've been working here? Do you wanna know the worst thing? It was when an owl attacked Eleanor Gillespie's head because it thought that her hair was a nest."
"Okay, fine. I will call Lonnie. He will talk to me before he talks to-" Joyce began before Hopper cut her off. "What, a pig?" "A cop! Just find my son, Hop. Find him!" Joyce's voice broke slightly as Hopper sighed and nodded.
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A dirty barefoot girl stepped onto the ground, the leaves and sticks crunching underneath her feet. She had a dark hair in a buzz cut style and was wearing a hospital gown that was covered in dirt and slightly torn.
The young girl came to a halt and when a small building called Benny's Burgers came into sight with a delicious smell wafting from it. She narrowed her eyes slightly and began to walk closer to the building, and she slowly opened the back door which led to the kitchen.
She shut it behind her and began to peek further into the building. "Hey, Ben. What do you think about that, uh..." And older looking man pointed to something on the tv and the bald man with a dark beard shrugged. "Hey, I don't know. I don't know."
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