❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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ONE MONTH LATER.
"JESUS, KATIE—CALM DOWN!"
Sara Hopper was standing in the Hopper's living room, one hand on her hip and the other clasped over her forehead. Katie ran past with a ball of Christmas lights, a string of them dragging behind her as she sprinted through the house. "It's Christmas!"
The Hopper house was certainly more lively.
Snowflake cutouts had been strung up on the walls, four stockings hung over the lit fireplace. A Christmas jingle was playing from the radio in the kitchen, where Sara's father was no doubt making some special dinner for Christmas Eve. Katie's stomping could be heard throughout the house.
James was chasing after her. "Katie! You're going to trip!" He had his arms outstretched, trying to catch her. Sar watched as his foot latched around a table and he came crashing down.
She just raised a hand over her eyes in embarrassment. When James pushed himself up without shame and ran back after the girl, a slight limp in his gait, she just sighed in fond exasperation. Such an idiot.
The girl threw her bag over her shoulder, feeling it land comfortably by her hip. She shoved the headphones for her walkman in the top. "Katie — I am going to leave without you!" she exclaimed. "Have fun walking to the Wheeler's." She grabbed her coat off the rack, stepping towards the door, feigning her exit.
"Wait!" Katie ran around the corner, throwing the Christmas lights to the side so they crashed against a table. She was slipping on her yellow puffer jacket with one hand as she hopped around, pulling on her boots with the other. She stopped in a jump in front of Sara. "Ready!"
Sara raised her eyebrows and pulled the car-keys out of her pocket. "Good. Let's go then." The door swung open and the two girls winced as the cold air hit them. Snowflakes were drifting through the air. So it looked like it was going to be a white Christmas. Sara turned back towards the house. "Be back soon, Dad!"
"Don't want to be late for our games!" Hopper called back from the living room. Sar smiled as she closed the door behind her. The two jumped into the car, and Sara put on some Queen.
They'd slipped quite easily back into everyday life. Sara and Katie were enrolled to start school in the next term, and James had landed a job at the HAWK Theatre in town. Everyone was on the buzz about Jim Hopper's returning daughter. It wasn't that hard to explain really: that Sara's death had been faked and she had been taken by a child trafficking ring, and that the three of them were the only survivors (a bit of an outlandish story, but majority of the town were stupid enough to believe it). Sar may or may not have helped persuade the town just a little bit. It was almost true, anyway. Sara had pulled some strings to get them registered in the adoption system, and it had flown from there.
