I sat on my bed looking at the mirror across my bedroom. I turn 12 today, my birthday. My mother says November 5th, 1971 was the worst day of her life. I can't really blame her. She was rich along with her boy toy, my so called father. Then they had a baby and moved from New York to Hawkins, Indiana. My father died a month ago and no one really seems to know why. I think it had something to do with his job. He never talked about it. My mother has been even moodier than before and takes all her anger out on me. That is why I'm currently looking in the mirror, at the huge bruise on the side of my face.
"Birthday? How dare you bring that up,"
"Another year gone I've had to deal with you and your foolishness,"
"You should have died, not your father,"
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Life Changing//Stranger Things
AléatoireJulie Bishop. Where do I start? With a famous mom and a popular best friend, everybody knows her name. At least, that's how it used to be. But life changes when you find out about another dimension.
