The Haunting - Stranger Things [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

02 | Maple Syrup [REWRITTEN]

A red and white, thinly striped shirt was pulled over my head as I dashed around my bedroom, green eyes searching for my black converse on the floor, hoping to spot the hi-tops before I had to leave for school. The delicious smell of eggs and toast wafted up to my bedroom encouraged me to find them faster. The left shoe was found underneath part of my bed and I flipped my dark chestnut hair over my shoulder with my arm as I straightened back up after I snatched it up from the floor.

"Nancy, Reagan! Hurry up!" Mom shouted from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes at her voice. We both knew I had plenty of time to get downstairs, eat breakfast, and then be on my way to school for the day. The right shoe caught my eye in the base of my closet. Once I had both shoes on, I checked my reflection in the mirror against the back of my door. The bottom of my shirt quickly tucked in my high waisted, black denim jeans by my hands before I smiled at my reflection.

As soon as Mom saw my outfit, I knew she would hate the jeans, thinking they were 'too tight in the butt' and not something a sixteen-year-old girl should wear. She dropped that argument months ago when I counteracted her opinion with old pictures of her in high school when she wore the same clothes I wore now. The picture, along with the rest of the pictures Dad found in the garage, was taken out of my reach and Mom knew she lost the battle.

A knocked on my door caught my attention, followed by Nancy's voice, "Hey, Reagan, do you have my blue sweater?" She called through the door.

I swung the door open to see her standing on the other side in a pair of light washed jeans and her pajama shirt.

"Do you have my sweater?" She demanded the second she caught a glimpse of me in the doorway.

My head tilted to the side as I leaned against my white bedroom door. "Well, first off, good morning to you, too--"

"I don't have time for this, Ree," Nancy cut me off with an annoyed sigh. "I'm running late."

I rose a brow at her snippy attitude. "Actually, we have plenty of time. We're not going to be late."

She dramatically rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.

"Second, I don't know if you're ever noticed this before, but we don't exactly share the same style." I waved my own outfit to emphasize my point. "You're more preppy and-- well, conservative. I lean more toward the grunge scene. So, why would I have your pink sweater?"

"Look, I saw it in your room Saturday night. Just give it to me."

"I don't have it," I told her.

"Then where is it?"

"Not in my room."

"Oh, my God, Reagan!" Nancy loudly exclaimed, frustrated. Her hands flew up in the air around her head. "Just tell me where it is!"

"Mom brought it in my room by accident because she thought it was mine, so instead of bringing it to you, I tossed it in my hamper because you've had an attitude this past couple of days and I didn't want to deal with that." I motioned to my empty hamper in the corner of my room near my closet.

Nancy followed my arm in the direction I pointed and groaned when she saw it was empty. "Fine. I'll just go change my whole outfit," she grumbled as she stormed back to her room, knowing Mom emptied my hamper to do my laundry.

I snickered under my breath, proud of myself for irritating her so early in the morning. Our relationship crumbled the moment she started to hang around Steve and his group of friends. We used to be close to each other, spending every possible second of the day together until we eventually grew apart and purposely avoided each other when we could.