I'm sorry for this garbage :)
•3rd POV•
It was a humid afternoon in Hawkins, Indiana on a Sunday in November. The trees had been stripped bare of it's fall-tinted leaves and stood its' ground on pale ivy grass.
The rooftops of most houses in the neighbourhood where coated lightly with frost, and a frigid breeze blowing every now and then, whistling jagged tunes, yet no snow fell from the sky.
The Clouds seemed to form a thick blanket over the little town, casting shadows around every building, though apart from its' appearance, it was really a decent day.
•Will's POV•
"Is anyone on? Over." I spoke into my radio, calling for my party of friends.
A short moment passed before I heard a quiet muffled voice pass through the speaker, "Yeah, what's up? Over." It was Mike.
"Where's Dustin and Lucas? Over." My rather high voice at the time, asked.
"Here, we're at Lucas's. oh- Over." Dustin spoke in his original lisp, caused by his lack of teeth.
I looked over at my new digital clock that glowed bright red. '3:56 pm'
"What are you guys up to today? Over.." I asked hesitantly.
•Lucas's POV•
"What do you think he wants to show us?" Dustin asked, fixing his hat, adjusting his position on his bike.
"Man, I don't know. You're going to freeze, by the way." I looked down at what he was wearing, just his usual t shirt and sweater.
"No I won't, you're being paranoid." He brushed me off, as he watched me buckle up my red jacket.
"Suit yourself." I shook my head, crawling up on my bike and began petaling as fast as possible. "Race you!" I teased.
"Hey! You got a head start!!" Dustin's voice cracked.
"I get your gremlin action figure when I win!" I laughed evilly, looking back at him while he struggled to catch up.
•Mike's POV•
I petaled steadily over to will's, stopping in front of his porch to hear laughing and screaming behind me.
"Cheater!!" Dustin yelped, as I watched the both boys pull up behind me.
"Hahaha!!" Lucas pointed at Dustin.
I raised an eye brow, "quit acting like goons, come on."
"Will?" I called out, looking towards the side of his house, where his shed was. The door was left open halfway, and lights where turned on above the entrance.
"Are you in there?"
I hopped off my bike, walking it in front of the small wooden shack.
"Yeah, one second!" I heard his tiny voice.
A minute later, he came scrambling out with four or five wooden planks, a hammer, and a little plastic box of nails.
