𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 ~ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 ~

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

Finn

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I drove down the road to school, going seventy miles per hour; forty miles over the speed limit. But, come on, it's Hawkins. Who's gonna stop you?

I approached the parking the lot and sped into a parking space, cutting off three people. I turned off the car, shoved the keys in my pocket and got out.

Immediately, I rushed inside the school, going to the math class to turn in all my work.

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I grabbed my work out of my backpack as I walked into the class, and I dropped the work on Miss Dyer's desk and stayed standing in front of her. She stared at the work then she slowly looked up at me.

"Who did this?" She asked, her tone telling nothing but disbelief.

"Me." I stated.

"No way." She looked through all the papers. "Your actual name is on all of these. There is no way in hell that you did this."

"I was forced to write my name." I sighed. She looked at me confused.

"By who?" She inquired.

"Millie." I answered, causing her to raised her eyebrows in shock.

"No fucking way." She mouthed. "How long did this take you?"

"Five hours. No breaks. It was a near death experience." I answered honestly.

"She made you do this and you listened to her?" She clarified.

"If I didn't listen to her, she said that she'd stop tutoring me and I wouldn't graduate, meaning I'd have to stay in this hell-hole another year."  I crossed my arms over my chest. "So, you see that I didn't exactly have a choice."

"Okay..." She said breathily as she started looking at all the work. "You can leave now, I'm going to start grading." She grabbed a red pen out of the drawer.

"Okay." I said as I left the classroom.

'Well, one class down, four to go.'

I sighed as I walked down the hall, going to the library building.

I finally made it and I took a seat where we were yesterday, the back part of the library, where no one can see. I got bored quickly so I pulled out her phone and checked to see if she had a password, which she does.

I bit my lip as I thought about what it could be.

'Well, let's see, what year was she born? She's sixteen so that must mean she was born in 2002. Her birthday... I know it was sometime in February, but what day? The sixteenth? No, the nineteenth! So... would it be...021902?'

I typed it in and...

'Holy shit. I'm right.'

I chuckled to myself as started looking through her phone.

'First things first, let's look at her texts.'