"Shine so bright that it burns their eyes."
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Luna Hopper, a 17 year old sophomore at Hawkins High, wants nothing more than to finish high school and move away from the small town she's forced to call home. Her cold demeanor and standoffish nature h...
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┌────── ☾ ⋅☆⋅ ☽ ──────┐ DEJA VU └────── ☾ ⋅☆⋅ ☽ ──────┘
LUNA SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 4
My hands squeeze around the leather steering wheel of my car as my foot presses against the peddle. I know going about thirty over the speed limit with kids in the car isn't the best idea, but they haven't protested so far. Max and Lucas are both squeezed into the passenger seat, giving me directions to the hub that my dad found a few days ago, and the other three are quiet in the back seat. Everything has gone pretty smooth so far, until...
"Luna?" I hear Steve mumble from the back seat, causing me to turn my head and glance at him. Although he's exceptionally groggy from just waking up, his swollen eyes widen at the sight of my slightly bloodied back. Cringing, I try my best to push my back closer to my seat to hide from his view, knowing he's going to freak out even more now.
"Hey, buddy," Dustin says, directing Steve's attention away from me with a smile. "It's okay, you put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a fight, buddy, okay? You're okay."
"Okay, you're gonna keep straight for a half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai," Lucas directs me. After glancing at Steve's bloodied face in the rear view mirror, I nod and put my eyes back on the road.
"What's going on? Oh, my god!" Steve laughed nervously with a hint of anger in the back of his throat.
"Just relax, Steve," Dustin tries. "She said she's okay to drive."
"Yeah, as we were pulling glass out of her back!" Mike says.
"Really?" I make eye contact with Mike through the mirror, but he only shrugs.
"They were going to leave you behind," Dustin says to Steve.
"We can still turn around," Max threatens.
"But I promised that you'd be cool, okay?" Dustin continues.
"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" Steve's voice becomes louder and more panicked as I step harder on the gas. "Oh, my god. No! Woah! Stop the car! Slow down!"
"I told you he'd freak out!" Mike yells.
"Everybody shut up! We're trying to focus!" I yell out.
