𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 - 𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦

1. School

☆MATURITY WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SEX, DRUGS, ALCHOHOL, AND MENTIONS OF RAPE/ABUSE. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE TOPICS JUST STAYED DO NOT READ THIS STORY.☆

Millie's POV

Tomorrow is my first day of school. I just moved to this shitty town of Hawkins Indiana. I used to live in England, until my mom fucking decided to move.

Now I have to go to a new school. Some school where I dont know anyone. A school where I dont have any friends. Everyone says that I'll make new friends. But I don't want to make "new" friends, I want to be with my best friends. My friends who are now in a separate country from me.

In England I had friends. I had Maddie who was my neighbor and best friend. We hung out every day and had so many inside jokes it would be impossible to count them. Then there was Grace, who was in all the same classes as me. We talked every day and binged our favorite TV show together on the weekends.

There was also Iris, the best of friends you could ever have. We hang out every day, and stayed up all night texting each other. We did every thing together, homework, partys, gossiping, dancing, singing, and so so much more... but after I moved she stopped responding to my calls and texts.

I know everyone is right, I just don't want to admit it I'll make new friends. I've never had a problem making friends. I could say I'm a pretty normal teenager. I like partys, boys, singing, dancing, and I'm a fairly social person.

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Finn's POV

I'm waiting for the bus after a long night out with the guys. My board is leaning against my legs, and my backpack is slung over my shoulder. I let out a long breath and the dark air into the dark. The air becomes foggy from the smoke I just released from my lungs.

My head is slightly pounding from the 4 beers I chugged, and my fist is still sore from punching my friends bedroom wall yesterday. I toss my cancer stick to the ground and stomp it out just as the bus arrives.

I go all the way to the back of the bus and sit down, waiting for the bus to move. I pull out my phone to check the time, the screen lights up and I realize its almost 11. Looking at my lockscreen makes me let out a light chuckle. It's a picture of Jack, Caleb, Noah, Gaten, and I at the beach having a splash war. Sadie, Caleb's girlfriend took it last weekend while we were hanging out.

Jack is my best friend. I met him in Middle school when I had just moved here from Canada. He was in my homeroom class, and we instantly became friends. We met Caleb in eighth grade, and he became part of our little group. When we started our freshman year we met Gaten and Noah. They were the funniest people we had ever met and we all became one big group. Last year, our junior year we met Sadie. When she started dating Caleb, she became our little sister.

We are the popular kids, the group of friends every one wants to be, or wants to be part of. We never wanted attention or anything, we just had a great friend group.

I dont have a big ego, I swear. I'm just being honest with you right now. I am the hottest boy at Hawkins high. Almost every girl at my school like me. I have "the cutest curls", "jawline so sharp it could cut", "such perfect skin", "dreamy freckles", and girls literally gossip and bet on my dick size. Its honestly scary most of the time.

I shut off my phone and get up and walk off the bus as I come to the realization that I really truly do not want to go back to school.

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AN//: Hi guys! I know this chapter was really short, and probably not that interesting. I was just trying to give the story a bit of backstory before I go into the actuall story.

How do you like Millie so far? What is your favorite thing about her so far? What about Finn, do you like him? Do you like that I made his backstory a mystery? Comment your opinion or ideas of how I could chang it to make it better. (*please*)

Anyways, I hope you are enjoying it so far, and thanks so much for starting to read this story. I'll try and update a new chapter as soon as possible.

~ Delila