Volunteer {Byler

Buddies

Derry, maine
1984

Mike wheeler was never the the type of person to be rude to anyone. But he wasnt just naturally kind to you, he would have to have some sort of reason to be kind. But the rules seem to change for this one boy. This one boy that changes his whole life. Will fucking Byers.

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Mike wasn't In the mood for school today. He honestly just wasn't. He stayed up all night thinking of the purpose of his life. He never really accomplished anything or made anyone proud. Especially his mom. And his dad, well, there wasnt really anything to be proud of. He didn't have a lover, and he only had one friend despite being on the football team. This year, he had his shot at being quarterback, he was not going to miss that opportunity.

He sat up from his position in his bed. It was 6:00. Fuck, school was in an hour.
He slid his slippers on and stood up, he walked over to his closet, looking for his uniform. "Shit, were is it?" He said to himself. He ran over to his desk, "why'd I leave that there?" He thought. He picked up his uniform and went into the bathroom that was connected to his room. He turned on the warm water, stepping into the shower. He thought about today. "Take deep breaths" he mumbled. He was trying not to be so mean to people, I mean, be so blunt. He wanted people to feel welcomed around him. He took some cream and rubbed it in his hair. You could see his faint curls define themselves. He turned off the water, and slid into his clothes.

He walked over to his sink looking in the mirror. He adjusted the stupid blazers they had to wear. He then splashed his face with some water, awakening his freckles.

It was now 6:30. School started in 30 minutes, he now had to get his shoes on, eat breakfast and get to school.

"Micheal! Your shoes are down here!" He heard a faint voice yell out, it was Karen. His mum. He left the bathroom, opening his bedroom door, shutting it behind him and ran down the hallway to the steps. He made his way down the stairs, looking for his shoes. When he eventually spotted them he started to go down the stairs faster, he walked over to his shoes and removed his slippers. He then took the shoes and put them on. Making him taller then he already was.

"Breakfast is ready," Karen continued. Mike slowly walked over to were his mum was, sitting down on the dining table. As soon as he sat, his little sister, holly started to make faces at him. She was so annoying.

"Mike, take care of you sister, I need to get Nathan to come out his room" Mike rolled his eyes and whispered under his breath "Nancy, and it's her not him" Saying just loud enough for Karen to hear. His mum just death stared him, she scoffed. "It's not my fault I forget sometimes"

(Yes I made Nancy trans in the au (it's a headcannon) I'm not saying this is canon or anything it's my au.)

Mike quickly ate his breakfast, he hated family meals. It was now 6:40. "Mum, I'm going now," He said before getting off his chair and rushing out the front door.

He took his bike and rode off to school, it was like a 10 minute ride, often 20 because Mike like to go slow, so he could take his time looking at all the greenery. He would often take pictures of it because he loves nature, although still inlove with his video games. Anyways- He got to school and As soon as he got there he heard the bell go off.

"All students report to the hall" The speaker went off.

Everyone rushed to the hall, taking there seats, Mike sat next to Lucas. Mike was sat on the end column.

"All year 7 to year 10s must volunteer at one of these company's today as the year 11 and year 12s will be helping the school do our open zone for new year 7s." The man at the front holding the microphone said.

"Oh shit-" mike thought to himself, he had forgotten openzone was today, He hadn't considered the options to volunteer at. "Hey Lucas, were are you volunteering at," He whispered to Lucas. "Man, this shit is lame, I'm not volunteering at all, I'm skipping with the basketball team" Lucas replied. Mike forgot that Lucas had gotten onto the basketball team. Well the juniors basketball team- since we're only 12 years old. Mike wished he could skip to but his mum would kill him. Literally.

He thought that he might as well choose 'buddies', it cant be that bad right? The names got a nice touch.

Once the assembly ended all students had to go to the station they volunteered at and they all did as told. Once everyone was in their groups the staff had driven them to the locations they'd be working at and dropped them off there.

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Everyone was assigned someone to buddy with from the hospital. They said that The hospital kids interacting with 'normal' kids would help there social interactions.

"Jake your with 071, cullan with 004, Mike with 012" The teacher announced
Who they were buddying with.

Mike made his way to the room called "012" and he knocked on the door. Quickly, almost to quickly, the door opened. A man who looked quite old opened it. In the room there was a small boy, with big brown eyes and a bowl cut sat in one chair, there was a chair next to him that was empty and a desk, Mike guessed that's where the old man was sat. "So your 012's buddy?" The man asked him. "Yes, that's me!" Mike replied.

"Okay, just give me a minute," the man shut the door in Mike's face. So he waited outside.

"that small boy, am I going to paired up with him?" He thought to himself. "He seems nice, his eyes show kindness" He muttered under his breath, while leaning against the door. "Okay! Your welcome back in" the man said opening the door again, causing Mike to fall.

He rubbed the back of his head while on the floor. His face went red from embarrassment realizing the small boy was looking at him.

He lent out his hand, as a sign for Mike to grab it, and he helped Mike up. Back onto his feet. "Thank you," Mike said Ruffling the shorter boys hair.

Btw 012 is will. SORRY ITS SHORT, THE MEXT CHAPTER WILL BE WILLS POV OF THE DAY, SO YOULL SEE WHAT WILL AND THE MAN WHERE TALKING ABOUT IN THE ROOM AND STUFF, LIKE WHAT WILL DID EARLIER THIS MORNING ETC. 1153 words.