Coddling her every chance she'd gotten, even going as far as keeping her from classes, all out of fear seeing as the last time she'd left the house, her daughter was dead.
And so, with the Buckley girl stopping by after school every day, the young Green girl began to go a little crazy cooped up in her own home.
While she'd been slowly remembering bits and pieces of the night she'd died, she couldn't remember all of it.
Temporary amnesia was kind of a bitch, and Sarah Green was slowly turning into a bit of a bitch herself.
The Seventeen-year-old girl slowly reverted back to her old ways, the way she'd been in middle school when she had all of Hawkins in her back pocket.
(She hadn't been nosy, angry, or spiteful nor had she been jealous) in years, following her sudden distaste for all the attention.
Over the past few years, she'd grown increasingly shy, and a bit reserved, but following her sudden death and apparent resurrection, her mood became increasingly unpredictable, and her temper flared rapidly as she'd become increasingly jealous.
Her mother merely ignored the red flags, happy to have her daughter all to herself for the past few days, as it was better to have a moody teenager rather than a dead one.
"Hey, How are you?" Robin asked over the phone, Sarah lying on her bed as she held the large colorful phone in her hand, her fingers twirling the cord as she answered. "Fine, how are classes?"
"They're good, um, everyone's asking about you. Like, they don't know what's true or not. Someone said they heard that you're pregnant, and hiding out in some old cabin till you have the kid."
"What the fuck." She scoffed, her brows furrowing. "Who said that?"
"Um, I don't think I got his name." Robin trailed off.
"Oh, that's whatever, I guess."
"Anyways, how's your mom?" Robin asked, scribbling on her homework as she reviewed her notes.
"Paranoid. She thinks that if I leave the house, I won't turn up, like, still breathing." She hummed.
