She Returns/They Call Him 012

Chapter One: The End of Summer 1983

Mike

I walked across the street, and spotted a tree that I though might be fun to climb. I stroked its beautiful trunk, admiring all that I had missed about Hawkins when at camp in Indianapolis. I saw a small heart carved in the tree, marked E+M. I felt a single tear stream down my face. I had a crush on Eleven, a girl my closest friends Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and I had found in the forest. She had telekinetic abilities, a shaved head, and helped us find our best friend Will Byers, who went missing one night the fall of this year.

Will had gone to Art Camp for six weeks, Dustin went to Film Camp with Lucas for seven weeks in San Francisco, and I was at just normal camp for four weeks. They were all sleep-away, so I genuinely missed them. I heard footsteps up the sidewalk, so I climbed up as high as I could.

  "SHIT I FORGOT HOW IT FEELS LIKE THE PITS OF HELL HERE WHEN IT'S HOT." A male voice exclaimed at the top of his lungs, and I knew it was Dustin.

  "HOT DAMN." The next voice yelled, who was obviously Will. He almost never used bad words, but when he did, he kept it at a minimum, like "damn", "hell", "piss", and "crap". 

  "IS THAT A PILE OF BIRD SHIT MELTING ON THE STOVE THAT IS THE SIDEWALK?!" It's Lucas, obviously. They looked at the tree, and didn't see me at first, then looked it up and down.

"Yo, Wheeler." Dustin looked up at me, "We found you." I jumped down from the branch, and they smiled. We hugged, only because they knew what I was going through with El being gone after destroying a monster that terrorized us all. I noticed then that Will could see the tears form in my eyes.

He pulled me aside from the boys, next to a tree.

   "It's ok, Mike." He said softly, "We'll find her. I'll find her on my own, she saved me. I'm forever grateful."
"But...W-will..." I stuttered as he walked back to the boys.

Will

I walked into my house, with a tomato scent filling it up. I saw my mom making my favorite dinner, Italian. "Heymomgottagogonnahangoutwiththeguysbebackbytenleavethefoodoutplease!" I jumbled out all together, and my mom just looked confused.

    "Um...ok honey." She hugged me, "Yeah I'll leave it out. Be safe and have fun." She had been very overprotective of me ever since I was snatched up by the Monster and taken to the Upside Down, a dark hell-like place. I couldn't blame her. It was awful.

I mounted my bike, and grinned harder than I ever had before. As I peddled, I felt my hands start to tingle. Not pain. Just tingling. "That's odd." I wondered aloud.

I stepped off my bike, unzipping my backpack. I took out my flashlight, and turned it on. I remembered that Mike had written on a slip of paper for me. I took it out, his handwriting varied between sloppy and neat.

"Very short hair, most likely light or chestnut brown. Thin and short, most likely 4'10. Answers to 'Eleven'. Not kidding."

I kept wandering, then I heard rustling and quiet sobbing. I found her, and she fit the exact description. I kneeled in the fallen leaves, the sound was like potato chips. "What's your name?" I asked, patiently waiting for an answer. She pushed up the sleeve of her torn-up plaid shirt. A tattoo on her upper wrist read "011". It had to be her.