"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"Give it to your sister, your sister's older Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder." -Lin-Manuel Miranda .｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
Scarlett Henderson came very close to stabbing her little brother on the faithful morning of the second of July 1985. It was five am on the dot when the little rascal quite literally sprinted into Scarlett's bedroom and smacked her with his smelly pillow before dumping a glass of water onto her face.
The young adult bolted upright with her balisong extended, a scream came from her mouth. Her alarmed gaze fell onto the eerily calm Dustin who was looking at her with crossed arms, a pillow, and glass in hand and with an impatiently tapping foot. Ever since the last encounters with the Upside Down, Scarlett had taken to sleeping with a knife under her pillow.
"What-?" Scarlett felt the gears starting to work in her brain, she brought up a hand to her soaked face and neck. "What the hell?" She dropped her balisong onto her sheets.
For good measure, because Dustin never knew when to stop, the youngest Henderson tossed Scarlett's windbreaker in her face. "Get up dum-head." With that, he turned on his heel and marched out of his sister's room. It was then that Scarlett noticed that Dustin was already fully dressed.
With a groan, Scarlett dropped her head back onto her pillow. She bolted up once more upon finding a dripping pillow which resembled a used sponge more than anything else.
Maybe the evil Russians wanted a kid. They could probably indoctrinate Dustin into the communist regime and rid her of him. She gladly entertained the idea as she got out of her bed and closed her balisong.
Scarlett grabbed some dark blue jeans before buttoning up a blouse that she had once upon a time stolen bought at Starcourt. It was patterned with colour blocks. It was black, yellow, blue, red, green and purple. She crunched her hair as she put in product and tied half of it up with a yellow scrunchie. Scarlett slipped on some black converse that had been in her closet for the better half of a decade.
All of that was done to the soundtrack of an exasperated Dustin who grew more restless with every moment.
It was three past six when Scarlett made her way down the stairs. A plate with toast and an orange was shoved into her hands by Dustin, who was throwing stuff into a backpack. Scarlett saw at least two flashlights making the cut of Dustin's backpack.
The uncut and unpeeled orange was destined to join the Hendersons as Scarlett shoved it into one of the pockets of her windbreaker. After she finished her toast, she and Dustin piled into her new car and were off to Steve. Scarlett was drinking her coffee from a regular mug as she drove, it was an old thing and Dustin had decorated it as a toddler. The mug was surprisingly durable, it had become the household's take-out cup, and it often survived in a car for months at a time without a single chip.
