An English teacher, Kristal Harrington, is living her life in Hawkins, Indiana away from her abusive ex husband. She faces many challenges during her day on the job at Hawkins High School with one of them being Billy Hargrove.
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April 19th, 1985
The lunch bell rang loudly in mine and my student's ears causing everyone to stir from their desks as hastily as possible. I started grinning at the sound of my desks screeching against the floor.
Sitting at my desk while grading a few essays from the previous night, I glanced at the rambunctious kids exiting the classroom.
"If you guys keep messing up my desk placements then we're gonna rearrange the room again." I warned them, earning a groan from the students who were too slow to make it to the door.
I chuckled to myself as I was finished grading my last paper. Releasing a deep breath from my lungs, I sat back, closed my eyes, and basked in the silence I was left in.
"I should head to my lunch break." I mumbled to myself.
I opened my eyes finally after a few more seconds of basking in the quiet air. I sat up and reached into my brown tote to retrieve my lunch bag that I had time to prepare this morning along with Steve's. Once I had the brown paper bag in my grasp, I got up from my desk chair and headed towards the door.
After leaving my classroom to walk the moderately busy hallway, I started walking towards the library where Evelyn was waiting for me, patiently, behind her desk.
She looked at me with her shoulders dropping. "What happened to you last night? You didn't give me a call."
I felt a sudden pain in my chest. Luckily, I was a Harrington, so I could come up with legitimate excuses easily. "It stormed last night. I didn't call 'cause I was afraid of not hearing you too well." I simply said.
She nodded her head in agreement. "True." She admitted. "It didn't stop for a while. It was ridiculous."
She huffed and grabbed her bag of lunch from under her desk to join me for our journey to the teacher's lounge.
After reaching our destination without stopping anywhere to talk to other coworkers, we started to dig in our lunches. The first few minutes were just of us eating in silence with the rest of the teachers, who were scattered amongst the sets of tables and couches smoking a few cigarettes. Almost everyone watched the big television that had been sitting on a wall mount in the corner of the room, but Evelyn and I actually talked like any other person with humanity.
Once we had most of our lunch down, Evelyn and I looked at each other. "So," She started. "How did detention go yesterday?"
I paused and all I could remember from the day before was how Billy took me to Lover's Lake. I tried my best to remember the things from detention but all I could thing about was the sweating and moaning that was being produced in his car.
