Snatched?

High School.

Y/N tugs on her 20 fucking pound bag and jumps up from the stairstep, Y/N yells into her family's new home, "Bye mum! Luv ya!"
She waits for a second, hoping her mum could spare a second of her time  for her one and only daughter, no answer. 'So fucking tiring, putting in so much effort to be loved but never seeing fruit.' Her beige birkenstolks scrumunching on the wooden slat floor, she reaching for the door lock, her wine red painted nails catch the light reflected through a large crystal chandelier, pretty enough. The lock clicks, and y/n walks out, closing the burnt orange door behind her.
Digging through her school bag, y/n pulled a key covered in camo pattern paint, chipped at the edges where the key came in contact with the lock. Sighing y/n aligns the key and slids it in, clicking once right, up to the middle, and then pulling out the key, stuffing it into her smallest backpack pocket. She was given $15 last tuesday  to buy school supplies for her first day of 10th grade, but it wasn't enough to buy a backpack, five college ruled note books for periods 1st - 5th and her text books. So instead of asking for more money, y/n bought a blue jansport that was on sale from last year and a stack of loose sheet colleged ruled paper. She would have to borrow textbooks from the library.

As y/n walked the 2 mile walk to Hawkins High home of the tigers, she thought about her summer here. Her father had recently gotten stationed in hawkins indiana, so they had to move in the beginning of summer. uprooting her whole life plan of being a scientist at the University of washington State, she had even gotten an interview for an internship. But dutey calls, apparently. The house was nice, but she liked her old home. 1029 Maple Street was cute enough. It was built in 1971 and had some weird marks that looked kinda like shit in the bathtub, her room was big and had sage green walls on the west and south wall and wood paneling with bead board grooves, her window looked out on the front lawn, and her closet was big. The shag carpet was kinda scratchy when she lay on it, but she didn't really get a choice.

The whole summer, she watched a group of 6 kids her age, 15-ish. They looked so close. Y/n used to be the most social girl, but the move is when she lost all of her friends, typical teenage girl type shit like receiving letters and ignoring them. The group of teens she saw was made up of four boys and two girls, one red-haired girl  and the other brunette. The boys all kinda were the same and acted the same except one boy who was quieter and was always in the back of the bike line. One of the boys lived in the house across from mine. His family had a barbecue once, and mom made y/n go. She met the boy. His name is lucas sinclair. He was nice, kinda annoyed that his parents made him talk to y/n.

Finally, after what felt like forever, y/n alone with her thoughts, she came up over a hill where the chitter chatter of the middle and high school students mingled, the dry grass crunched under y/n's feet, dust kicked up behind her. The five minute bell rang, 'shit, first day and almost late, great.' Y/n yanked a paper from her mustard-yellow knee-length corduroy  skirt pockets. 'First period; biology, great, I'm good at biology.'