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( holly, jolly , part i )
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november 9, 1983
NEVER IN HER LIFE, at least in her newly free life, did Allison think she'd be happy for a day to be so completely and utterly boring. The hours between stirring awake and the bell ringing to signify the start of lunch were nothing but uneventful.
The boy from the night before —Jonathan Byers, she had found out — hadn't attempted to approach her in the hallway when they crossed paths between first and second period, and Mr Smithy didn't have a go at her for messing up yet another question in class. All in all, the day was pretty damn good, so far.
However, she couldn't lie and say she wasn't a little worried — Barb hadn't shown up to Smithy's class, and she wasn't there for second-period English with Nancy either. It was like she had just vanished into thin air, no trace left behind in her wake. That was all Allison could think about as she walked through the school halls and into the cafeteria to sit with her friends ( question mark. she still can't tell if they actually like her ), as they rattled on about whatever nonsense was on their minds.
The first thing she notices upon arriving at the table is that Carol has her leg hiked up onto it, showing off a nasty-looking wound on her ankle. Allison winces at the sight of it.
Steve catches her eye. "She thinks she has frostbite," he explains around a spoonful of pudding.
Allison takes a proper look at the lesion and determines it not to be frostbite. Three had given himself frostbite about a million times while he'd learnt to control his powers, and those wounds looked entirely unlike whatever Carol's got.
"No, I swear. Look at this. It's totally frostbite," Carol insists, gesturing at her leg. Nobody acknowledges for a moment — Steve instead focuses his attention on passing his pudding cup over to Tommy, and Allison pulls up a chair at the head of the table, keeping the seat next to Steve free for Nancy to sit at. She arrives only a second later, immediately plonking down in the empty chair with her lunch tray.
