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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒
— MIRANDA ABSENTMINDEDLY watched people from afar. she couldn't hear the universe around her, she was just zoning out. she didn't found sleep tonight, she had a feeling of frustration the whole night, she didn't know why. not to mention her tiredness.. she could sleep everywhere, even on the floor.
maybe it was the 'discussion' about will that put her in this state.. if we even could call that a discussion, it was more like : mike asking her questions about his state or ranting about the fact that her and will are hiding something serious from the party, and her sighing. maybe.
but, she really didn't think it was for that reason. sometimes, sleepless nights happens, especially after what happened.. you know.. with the demogorgan.. it - the sleepless nights - may be frustrating, but miranda knows that she can handle a little tiredness here and there.
entering mr.Clarke's class with an entire night and full of energy was cool, but entering here, with barely two hours of sleep is hell. and the class wasn't helping today. usually, everyone is sleepy during his classes, but the boys obviously, even her. but today.. they were all sleepy and bored.
miranda didn't think too much, she just made herself discreet, put her backpack on her table and put her head in her arms to find sleep. while the teacher was doing his class on the brain, interesting that 4 boys out of 18 people, or even less than 18. the girl began to really, find sleep.
if you approached her enough, you could even hear her light snores. mr.Clarke's voice seemed, now, far, far away from her ears. as her body started to relax and found the great heat of sleep.. the door brusquely opened, startling her, and making her groan, as she arranged the hair who was falling in front of her eyes. blinding her a bit.
"ah, this must be our new student." mr.Clarke stated. and, oh. her eyes fell, firstly on the principal who answered, positively at the professor's statement, then, on the ginger girl, who was walking away to a random free seat. she glanced at the boys to see their reactions, and it was as she imagined.
but, mike who surprisingly look annoyed by her presence. he dont even knows her. i shook my head.
they were all looking at her in admiration, but Mike. basically, these loosers are crushing on that girl. i mean, she is surely pretty. as the principal walked out of the piece after staying for a bit, talking to our science teacher, mr.Clarke interrupted the girl, who was trying to flee from the awkward presentation she'll have to make.
"all right. hold up. you don't get away that easy." he stopped her in her tracks, making her roll her eyes in annoyance. "come on up. don't be shy." he waved the place next to his office, as she walked there. "dustin, drum roll." he said.
