Chap 8: The Upside Down

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Amelia's POV :
(Edited)

We all sit in he gymnasium. I'm bored out of my mind.

Mike stands up at leaves the gymnasium through the outside door.

He waltz back in and back over to us. "They're gone"

"What?"

"Nancy and Jonathan and I presume Abby. His car isn't there"

They're probably sucking face somewhere"

"Excuse me? And my sister is watching them or something?" I glare at Dustin.

"No, she probably, you know, doing her own weird thing"

I roll my eyes.

"No. No way!"

"Did they go to the Chief?"
"I don't know"

"No" Eleven answer for us.

"Did you see them? Do you know where they went?"

"Yes"

"Where? Where did they go?"

"Demogorgon"

Mike looks at all of us.

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"Guys, guys!" This is crazy. We can't just wait around"

"Mike, in case you forgot, we're still fugitives. The bad men are still looking for us"

"Yeah, and we don't even know where your sister and your sister are" Dusitn points out.

"El can find them"

"Mike, look at her"

El is scrunched up in a ball on the gymnasium benches.

"I still think we should stick to the chief's plan"

"Exactly. We stay here, keep El out of sight and keep her safe. That the most important thing, remember? Besides, Nancy's safe. She's with Jonathan. You're sister can fight for herself." Lucas reassures me.

"Mmhmm" I hum, not agreeing with him.

"Yeah, and she's kind of a badass now, so..." And with that Dustin begins to walk away.

"Well, where are you going? You just said stick to the plan!" Mike yells after him.

"I am. I'm just gonna get some chocolate pudding. I'm telling you, Lunch Lady Phyllis hoards that shit"

"Are you serious?!"

"El needs to be recharged!"

Me and lucas follow Dustin to the kitchens.

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Abigail's POV :
Earlier:

We arrive at Jonathan's house.

They grab the equipment. And I grab a bat and some nails. Smiling.

We all, quickly as possible, screw the lights back on.

Jonathan and Nancy get the hallway ready.

I grab the bat and nails. I start to hammer the nails through it. To create some type of a more deadlier weapon.

It takes some time but I finish at some point.

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Jonathan grabs two knifes and hands one to Nancy, knowing I don't do well with pain.

"Remember..."

"Straight into Will's room. And--"

"Don't step on the trap"

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