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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
— SO MUCH HAPPENED IN such a short time, that's scary. welcome to Hawkins, Indiana, a little basic, boring, average american town where my twin, my little sister and i grew up.
my parents moved to this town when they were young, and when my mom was pregnant with me and my brother, Lucas. they thought it was a cute, calm little town where they could find their place calmly.
which it was. they made a good decision by moving here. 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟣, was the year we were born. and 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟧, Erica, saw the day. we grew up here, in a happy little family, and my brother quickly became friend with mike and will during pre-school. i put more time getting fond of these boys, and being friends with them.
i didn't really have friends. but i wasn't an outcast at the same time.
i became friends with them when i met dustin, a weirdly intelligent boy during primary school. he just moved to the town with his mom, and cat, Meow. he was really weird, but funny and smart, i mean very smart.
we began to hang out together, until he met my brother, and started hanging out with my brother's group and i. he properly introduced me to them, and we became friends.
and together we were seen as the weird friend group, or the "nerds„, but we didn't really cared, getting picked on or whatever. we were just enjoying each other and having fun, and having "weird interests„ and—
"Miranda Sinclair." hopper grabbed my attention, as the boys stopped bickering and put their attention on me. during the whole interview i didn't talk. i was just staring at the wall and reminiscing about my life, how did i met the boys, all the time we played games together, etc..
my brown eyes fell on the two police officers who were sitting in front of us, taking notes of what we were saying, and asking us questions about our now missing friend. the serious look of the man in front of me met my tired one.
"yes," i quietly answered.
the officer leaned back on his thigh to write what i had to say. "tell us about what happened yesterday night. did you argue ? was will his normal self or not, tell us." he said and i sighed.
"well, yesterday night, we were at mike's the whole afternoon, 'til night came, we moved at like ten, or something. will was completely normal— i mean we were playing." i told the officer what happened, while his colleague was taking notes of what i was saying."arguments happened during game parties, and we get over it quickly, i mean, it's not that deep." i shrugged.
