(Mikes POV)
My heart raced as I threw the walkie talkie across the room in anger. I wasn't quite mad and I wasn't quite happy either. I was really thrilled that I could actually talk to her, but I was mad because I knew our conversation wouldn't last long.
I had my head in my hands as I sat on my basement couch. I didn't even realize it, but I was crying. I felt pain and an urge to set out for her right now. I slowly felt myself creep over to Elevens little bed on the floor that I never had the heart to take down. It was warm and it gave me a good feeling, even though she wasn't in it. I knew it would be better if she was actually in it, but this is the best feeling I've had in a long time.
I wiped my tears away and managed to lie down in a comfortable position. My tears slowly filled my eyes again and started to slowly pour out. I soon realized something. She told me she'd be waiting for me. And that she was here with me. That meant she was in my basement, with me. She was here with me, but in a different dimension. My head filled with hope once again, which soon put me to a peaceful sleep.
I then again had a dream of the one and only, Eleven.
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I woke up the next morning only to know that I had school. Ugh. The painful and dreadful school. I awoke to my mom trying to get me up so that I had enough time to get ready and manage to eat breakfast too. Luckily she succeeded at her task.
I went up to my room, realizing I had fallen asleep again in the basement. I sort of laughed in my head. I really was down there all the time. Even when my friends aren't even there. I managed to push myself into getting some fresh clothes on and brushing my hair out a bit. I ran down to the kitchen in time to have my breakfast already made and ready to eat. I ate it quickly and before I knew it I was out the door and on my bike pedaling away
