" ALL THE CLEVER ONES ARE LONELY
THE FINELY ONE ARE DEAD "
a brain, a beauty, a jock, a rebel and a recluse. oh, and an interdimentional blood-thirsty monster!
what could possibly go wrong?
or...
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EVELYN CRIMSON HAS BEEN living on the edge of insanity ever since she was an innocent girl with two little braids and a little rotten heart. She felt as if she was being held by a dangerously thin thread, that there was a rope around her neck that squeezed tighter and tighter every day. And she was choking.
Choking on conventionalism. On her shitty conservative town. On her too big, too quiet house. On her unfriendly body.
Hawkins was sucking the life out of her soul. Evelyn could not stand the asfixiation any more, she wanted to leave and never look back. Build a life for herself. Make people remember her name. So that when she died she could look back on herself and liked what she had created. As soon as she got herself into a good, respectable university; she would forget all about her home-town and the awfully small-minded people that habitated it.
That, of course, did not included the ones that Evelyn claimed as her people.
Her tribe. Her lifeline. Her group of outcasts. Rhiannon Hopper, Nicholas Wheleer, Vivienne Bridget and Aurora Harrington. In truth, they could not be more different from one another, but they were bounded by something thicker than friendships. They had been there for her through highs and lows, and she would make room for them in their life for as long as they would have her.
Naturally, her best friends were a part of her plan. They would go to different colleges but in the same city, somewhere busy and full of life like New York, and would rent a cheap flat. Split the rent five ways and overthrow it with annotated books, plants that they would struggle to keep alive and silly decorations. Of love. They would go out to bars, dance until they couldn't feel their feet anymore. Share interesting stories with weird people on the subway, and then tell that story to their friends. Walk down the street with a cup of coffee on their hands, laughing so hard - the sound would leave behind a phantom of fondess. Evelyn's lungs would not collapse, on the contrary they will be filled of joyfull memories and kind people. She would breathe.
And of course, her annoying little brother would be in the passenger seat, when she made her suitcases, pack off her life and drove as far away as possible from Indiana. No way in hell, was she leaving Alexander Crimson to fend for himself in that house full of maniacs. She refused to leave him behind, she wouldn't build a life that did not included him. Knowing her parents, they wouldn't even protest when Evelyn took away the youngest member of the family.
Evelyn hoped Alexander would enjoy the fresh smell of possibility, a big city would provide.
Alex would fit into a more liberal atmosphere just fine. He was loud. Always ranting about whatever new hiperfixation he had. He was also sensible. Evelyn had comforted him for a week, when he was done reading Little Women. He cried for two days when Beth died. She didn't count the third day because he had cried because Evelyn had mocked him for crying the day before when he saw the piano in their living room, and not because of the book.
Even under all his nerdiness, Alex was a genuine bright kid. Winner of multiple science fairs, a member of the computer's club and a regular player of Dungeons and Dragons. His potential blinded her, bright and bold and big.
Evelyn would pick him off every monday from the Wheleer's house, after his weekly session of geek bonding with his friends. He would be all starry eyes and big smiles. And Alex would talk and talk, the silence would be filled with his voicd all the way back to their house. She would roll her eyes at him, and tease him, but listen to her sibling. (She loved him, truly)
And it was in one of this nights, under the cold and unforgiving sky, where everything went to shit for the Crimson's sibling. Evelyn's carefully constructed plans crumbled under her eyes. Any sanity she might have left slipped through her finger. Because Will Byers was declared missing.
And Evelyn Crimson's life would never be the same again.
or,
OF HOW A TEENAGE GIRL LEARNS
d&d lore, makes some friendship bracelets and falls in love. all while fighting inter-dimetional monsters.
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WHAT A WASTE OF A PRETTY FACE THAT FACE, THAT FACE WHAT A WASTE !
