Dear Will,
maybe Eleven didn't lie after all.
she was fiddling around with my walkie talkie yesterday and i yelled at her.
she switched the channel and i heard you singing. Should i Stay or Should i Go.
you have a beautiful voice.
sorry.
but i know youre alive. i heard you. i hope that was you.
and they want to have a funeral for you! its so pathetic.
i skipped school today. i pretended i was sick and mom believed it. gullible, she is.
anyways, your mom and Jonathon went up to the hospital earlier today to see whoever's body came out of the lake. i know it wasn't your now, though.
i wonder if they believed it was you.
Dustin and Lucas came over. i tried to explain to them that Eleven showed me your voice on the talkie. of course, Lucas doesn't believe me. and, of course, Dustin referenced some dude from a comic.
at least Dustin believes me more than Lucas does, if not entirely.
i convinced them to help me give El a makeover so we could bring her to school. we need to get her to a stronger radio so she can find you more easily, and Mr Clarke got the one weve been waiting for a few days ago.
she looked pretty good. like a regular person, for the first time since ive met her. she didn't quite enjoy putting on the makeup, though.
anyways, the AV room was locked when we got to school. Mr Clarke caught us, but let us have the keys to it.
we had to put up some extravagant lies to get past the fact that we brought a new girl to the school. at least Mr Clarke bought them. we had to go to this dumb assembly anyway.
James and Troy were making fun of it. they thought it was a waste of time.
called you gay.
i got mad. really mad. i don't know why. they hit a nerve on me or something. i just hate when youre talked about that way. so i pushed Troy to the ground.
he was getting back up and was going to push me back when he stopped.
El had squeezed his tiny bladder with her mind! he peed himself! it was hilarious.
but, it probably would have been funnier if you were there.
- Mike
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