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❪ ៸ 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ━━━━━ ! ﹆◞ ❫ ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 ꗃ﹕ love is not for everyone. there's a certain kind of courage in allowing yourself to fall ୨♡୧ neil gaiman
JULIET HARTE IS THE TEEN IDOL OF HAWKINS, INDIANA. She is someone who is made of delicate pink petals with porcelain bones made of poetry with endlessness sunlight stored in her. She had a soul that bled starlight, sunlight, and moonlight all at once, with an angel-bright grin that could make anyone who saw it have their heart burst open and bloom. Honey-sunshine laughter always hidden underneath her tongue and love always rushing through her heart. To the outside world, it was hard to see anything other than the incomprehensible depths of white-hot light of nebulas and the light of the sun that was stashed away in her angelic, doll like features.
Juliet Harte has lived her entire life trapped in the cage that is the town of Hawkins. Hawkins was the type of town that rooted instelf into the very being of every town member. The town that has secrets layered underneath it, something sinister growing under the noses of its inhabitants. It was like Hawkins was a cursed town. There were too many eerie and unexplained things that lurked in the shadows that haunted her dreams that left her with bloodshot, bruised eyes and despondency haunting her something chronic.
Juliet was the cheerleader and classical music extraordinaire, her abilities in playing violin and piano were enchanting to those who heard it, and music lies soft on her tongue as she writes music in between one breath and another, a hum on her lips with her eyes big enough for the world to settle into it.
She worked as part-time as a babysitter for the youth of Hawkins, her favorite tended to be Dustin Henderson and the Sinclair siblings. She also volunteered at the local hospital when her busy schedule allowed for it, because it looked good on college applications and she genuinely loved helping people. She had a nearly perfect grade point average: straight A's every semester and abundance of honor roll ribbons sitting in a little red chest on her bookshelf. It's a no brainer to anyone that she'll leave the town for bigger and better opportunities.
