One more minute ~ byler

Chapter 1

Sunday, 11th of November 1987

"MIKE, YOU HAVE ONE MORE MINUTE TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND WE'RE LEAVING!" Ted shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Mike huffed while rushing to get his packing finished.
'This isn't fair', he thought to himself. 'All my friends do the same things as me yet they're not getting sent to a fucking boarding school.' He shoved the rest of his clothes in the suitcase and zipped it up. After checking for his essentials; his walkman and cigarettes, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and carried his suitcase downstairs. On his way, he knocked on Holly's door and went inside to find her colouring with Nancy.

"Guys, I've got to go now." They both looked up from they were colouring and Holly ran to Mike, jumping up into his arms. Nancy stood up and joined in on the hug.
"We'll miss you Mike!" Holly muffled into Mike's shoulder.
"I'll miss you guys too." He put Holly down and turned to Nancy.
"You can keep doing what you want but don't get yourself caught and sent away next time." She said while winking and they laughed quietly amongst themselves.
Mike knew he would miss his sisters as even though he's a pain in the ass to his parents, he would never do anything to hurt his sisters.

After saying his final goodbyes to his sisters and putting his luggage in the boot of the car, he sat down in the backseat with a sigh.

"Michael, we're doing this for your own good so stop that huffing and puffing."
Mike didn't want to argue with his parents in the front of the car so he put on his headphones and leaned against the window. He hoped to fall asleep to make the painfully long journey to his new school a little less painful. He just wanted this all to be over.

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After multiple hours of mindless staring out the window and going in and out of sleep, Mike had finally arrived at his new school. His parents didn't even bother to help him with his stuff so he was honestly completely lost walking into the big building. It was old, you could tell. Made of stone with big, big windows  and tall wooden doors. It resembled a castle almost, at least that's what Mike thought.

Lucky for him the reception was right at the entrance to his right so he walked up with his luggage and rang the bell.
"And then Martha said that her- I'll call you back hold on." The woman hung up the phone and turned to face Mike.
"What is it?"
"I'm new here, I'm just looking for my schedule and dorm number."
She looked him and down chewing her gum loudly. Mike could tell she was judging him.
"Name?"
"Michael Wheeler."
She sighed and got up, going to a chest of drawers on the other side of her office. After sorting through and finding what she needed, she came back and handed Mike his schedule.
"Your dorm is 137, I'll write it here at the bottom of your schedule. Classes start on Monday, so since I'm assuming your aware it is currently Sunday, you have the rest of the day to unpack your things."

Mike nodded and with a quick thank you was on his way. He could tell that woman wasn't very happy to be there, so at least they had something in common. He tried following the markings on the walls to the dorms but really didn't understand the narrow stretched hallways, which seemed to wind and bend like a maze. He saw groups of students sitting together and studying, but no one willing to help him. They all just looked at him weird and started whispering to their friends.
'Every one is just so welcoming', Mike thought to himself sarcastically as he scoffed. He looked around clueless, not having the slightest clue where the dorms were.

He then suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, making him slightly jump and slowly turn around.
"Hey, you lost do you need help finding somewhere? My name is Troy, and ignore the weirdos judging you over their I swear we're not all freaks."
He gestured to the people that were judging. Mike chuckled and smiled slightly at Troy, hoping that he could maybe make a first friend.
"Im Mike and I actually am lost to be honest. I'm trying to find dorm 137."
Troy's eyes widened and he started to laugh quietly to himself. This guy was really creeping Mike out.

"Ohh I'm fucking praying for you man your with a real weirdo," he started walking while speaking and Mike got his things together quickly and followed after him.
"His last roommate left because he said he couldn't deal with the freak anymore. We'll see how long you last huh?" He looked back at Mike with a menacing smirk. Mike nodded and half-smiled. Mike couldn't sus this guy out but had decided he would try be his friend as no one else had spoken to him thus far.

After another few minutes of walking around the huge school building, the scenery had changed from classrooms and offices to bedrooms and living quarters, which gave Mike relief as he was almost at his new room for the rest of the school year. He was also nervous though and a bit scared about his roommate, surely this guy can't be that's strange?

"There's your room man, if the freaks too freaky come find me and I'll have your back." With that, Troy turned on his heel and began to walk away.
"What's the freaks name!" Mike shouted down the hall.
"Will Byers. But I'm telling you man, stay away."

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Mike opened the door slowly, he wasn't sure if Will would be in there but if he was he didn't want to disturb him and bring attention to himself. Luckily, the room was empty so he grabbed his suitcase and shuffled in.

The room was small, with two twin beds packed on either side and a small window in between them. At the end of both beds was a desk with a small stool and a shelf for books or whatever fit. To his right was a door to what Mike could assume was the bathroom and on his left two small wardrobes. His side of the room was completely empty, just a bare mattress on a bed frame and a bedside locker with a small lamp.

Will's side of the room had a bit more clutter than Mike's, but nothing too overwhelming. Mike observed the Jaws and The Cure posters on his wall.
'His tastes not too bad', he thought to himself. He had a few books his shelf and a game boy on his desk. Something on the desk caught his attention though. Will had left an open sketchbook and Mike began to flick through and admire the drawings. There were drawings of wizards, and dragons and knights and princes.
'This guy must really be into fantasy shit.'

Mike decided against unpacking his room at that moment because he really just couldn't be bothered. He reached into his pocket and took out his cigarettes and lighter. After taking one out of the packet, he made his way to the window sill and sat beside the window, cracking it open slightly so the smell wouldn't linger as badly. After taking his first pull, he exhaled it with a sigh, coming to terms with his situation.

After finishing his cigarette, he threw it in the bin under his desk and slumped onto the bed. The time read 4:46 on his watch. He kicked of his shoes be the heels and tried to get comfortable. The bed was hard and he could feel the springs digging into his bad but knew he had to just make do with what he had. When he finally got in a position where he wasn't being stabbed in the back he whipped out his Walkman and put on the headphones.
'If I have a tiny nap now I won't miss whenever dinner is'. He thought to himself while closing his eyes.

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A/N
Thank you for reading the first chapter of my story! I promise you Will is coming next chapter and the story will get more exciting over time. I hope you liked it and keep reading. :)

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