❝some secrets aren't better left unsaid...❞
in which an eighteen year old rebecca hopper arrives at hawkins to visit her father, who she hasn't seen in years, only a few days after will byers had gone missing.
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THE WIERDO ON MAPLE STREET PART TWO: THE FIRST OF THE WORST
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PREVIOUSLY...
Hopper took a deep sigh and turned back to the two, his gaze not moving from the ground, "No, no. It's ok. Rebecca, she, uh," He began, "She came to town yesterday. So," he trailed off.
"That's- that's good." Joyce responded, stating it as a fact even though it sounded like a question.
"You, uh, hear from Lonnie yet?" He asked, changing the subject swiftly.
"No." Joyce responded, her voice full of annoyance as she moved her arms to cross tighter.
"It's been long enough, I'm having him checked out." Hopper said quickly before heading towards the door as Joyce protested but he didn't listen.
"Oh, come on!" Joyce objected as she yelled after him as he exited through the door, "You're wasting your time!"
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BY THE TIME REBECCA had reached town she was satisfied, and fairly surprised that the old bike had held itself together. The only thing that hadn't held itself together were Rebecca's sense of directions as she paused, placing her foot down on the cracked and washed out sidewalk.
Her eyes narrowed and she looked at the old weathered down street signs placed haphazardly at the corners of the streets, most of the poles holding them up bent or leaning to the side. The town was quiet with the occasional car passing through, and people passed each other on the streets greeting those who passed them with a friendly demeanor.
It was easy for Rebecca to see that the town was quiet tight-knit, everyone knowing everyone. It was something she hadn't been exposed to. She had lived in or near the city ever since she was little, everyone minding their own business and not bothering to get to know anybody, considering there were so many inhabitants in the city. It was nearly impossible to see the same person more than two times.
Rebecca didn't like that. She hated living in the city where everyone had their own agendas and didn't bother to help anyone else. She didn't fit in there; and her mother knew that when she went off to college or got a job, it would be far away from there.
But everyone knew that small towns harboured many secrets.
"Hey, Mister!" Rebecca suddenly hollered, smiling and waving her hand at a man who was just finishing crossing the street. He smiled back at her and she walked her bike up to him and she continued to ask for directions, "Where's the closest convenience store?"
The man looked up at the street signs and then pointed across from him, speaking in a gentle and fairly happy voice, "There's the general store a few blocks that way on the corner. It's not too hard to miss." The man said and nodded at her when she thanked him as she sat back on her bike and pedaled her way down the street.
