Barb's Revenge

Hello, my name is Barb, short for Barbara.

Not that you'd care, of course, since none of you jerks even FREAKING SENT A SEARCH PARTY FOR ME! I MEAN COME ON! THAT'S MESSED UP!

Sorry, but it is pretty messed up.

I mean I was just a little, innocent girl in a librarian's blouse with bright, red hair and big, round glasses, sitting on a diving board, dangling my feet in the water, just staring gloomily into misty water after feeling the stinging betrayal from my mean friend, Nancy Wheeler.

I was clutching my bloody hand when BOOM!

Poof!

I was gone, abducted by a big monster with rows of sharp teeth and a tulip looking head!

And did anyone care?

No.

No one cared.

And then, to top it off, I was stuck in a freaking sticky stringy cocoon with a big fat slimy slug slithering out of my mouth.

GROSS!

Also, there were two people down there.

And those two people only saved Will, and didn't even try to make sure I was okay.

That dumb mouthbreather Hopper and Joyce Byers left me down there in a creepy Upside Down in a creepy library with dead people and a demogorgon!

Okay, anyway.

Don't worry about me—unlikely— I managed to get my revenge.

This is what happened.

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I woke up to a slug in my mouth.

Not fun.

I shot straight up, my heart heaving, my stomach churning.

Every breath felt like I was inhaling a cloud of acrid smoke.

Then I felt something slimy coming out of my mouth.

I screamed.

I yanked the thing out. It was a slug. I threw it on the ground where it squirmed.

I rubbed my tongue repeatedly and spat.

"Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew!" I shrieked. "Gross!"

I stood up, pulling myself away from the stringy cocoon.

I was in a library.

Weird flakey stuff floated around in the darkness. Clumps of gooey stuff were attached to bookshelves, grinning skeletons clung to the mesh of grossness.

Then I remembered everything. It flashed before my eyes.

The chief dude and the woman. Carrying away one person.

Not me.

Just some kid.

They left me here. Now I was suffering and alone and scared and in danger because of them.

Rage filled me. This was Nancy's fault. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here. She was the one that made me go to that dumb stupid party.

She was the one that made me cut myself trying to puncture a beer can which made me end up here.

How about I puncture HER!

"Grrrrrrrr...."

A growl came to my left.