𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ! robin buckley [rewriting]

020. another one bites the dust

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TWENTY!
another one bites
the dust
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         Ashley Parker liked to believe she was quite rebellious for her age. She was practically the living embodiment of everything that was deemed to be 'not normal' in Hawkins. She had dyed hair, she listened to punk music, she wore heavy eyeliner, she read radical feminist literature and she believed that the speed limit on the roads were just merely suggestions. She was a force to be reckoned with, turning heads with every step that she took in the outside world.

The teen girl thrived off of all of the pointed stares that she would receive, enjoying the fact that she was causing a disturbance amongst conservative americana. She liked the fact that she was thought of as 'rebellious' but she had to admit that there were some things that were considered to be 'too rebellious' for her, especially if they happened to coincide with the act of breaking the law. She was not interested in experiencing run-ins with law enforcement over something that could have been easily avoided.

So you can imagine the amount of discomfort that was coursing through the teen girl's system as she watched Max Mayfield use a stolen key to break into the private office of their school's guidance counsellor. In the seventeen years that she had been on earth, she had never willingly broken the law, except for those pertaining to the road but those didn't count in her mind. In the short span of a few hours, she had aided in the violation of two separate laws, trespassing on private property after hours and breaking and entering.

Ashley couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to get roped into this situation but it wasn't like she had a choice, practically being forced into participating by the Party, who were more than eager to violate the law if it meant saving the world. She just awkwardly stood in the pitch black office with the others, holding a flashlight that was practically doing nothing to aid the Mayfield girl, who was in the process of rifling through all of the confidential files that were in cabinet.

The room was completely dead silence, nobody daring to utter a word as they were too focused on the task at hand . . . finding Chrissy Cunningham's counselling file. This silence was interrupted only a few seconds later the cackling of the intercom radio. "Dustin, do you copy?" Robin's voice filled the air, which instantly caught everyone's attention.

Dustin was quick to retrieve the intercom radio from his pants pocket, grasping it firmly in his hand as he held it close to his face. "Yeah, I copy."

"So . . . Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye." Robin explained.

"Okay, that's totally bonkers but I can't really talk right now." Dustin

"Wait, what are you doing?" Robin questioned in confusion.