Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
I closed my bedroom door and started heading to Thibbault's room, I decided to tell him that Elliot is forcing me to go. Yes, he's forcing me to go.
I felt a slight push behind me and I turned around to see Thibbault running into the living room.
I tried to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth.
You shouldn't go when he told you not to.
"I'm leaving. I need to pick up Harper." Thibbault yelled, before he left.
A small sigh escaped my lips. I was gonna turn the doorknob to the room when Elliot came up to me, a frown echoed on his face.
"Why aren't you ready yet?"
"I-I'm- I'm ready." I said, correcting myself.
"This is what you're going to wear to the party?" I looked down at my outfit. "This is how you're going to come with me? No way."
I looked down at my outfit, a black sweatshirt with red jeans. It was okay for me.
"You're a Wolfhard, so act like one." He told me. "Come with me." He grabbed my arm and dragged me into his room.
He rummaged through his closet until he finally took out a pair of black ripped jeans, which seemed new but short for him and a red shirt with a black leather jacket.
"What are you waiting for? Go and put this on?" He muttered and went back to fix his hair.
"B-But it yours..and--"
"Are you going or not?" He cut me off, shooting me his signature stern look.
I gulped and began to walk out of the room when he called me back. "Come to me after you've got changed."
I quickly slipped on the clothes and went back to his room.
"Ugh! She definitely won't like me if I'll go with my hair like this." I saw him muttering to himself, while fixing his hair. I let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny?" He asked, as he absently ran his fingers through his hair.
"Nothing." I laughed.
After a while, he finally got his hair perfect and I saw him put on a black leather jacket which had 'WOLFHARD' written on the back.
I felt my eyes widened, it looked super cool!
"It's so cool." I grinned at him.
"You want one?"
I felt myself go silent for a moment when he said. "It's what we always wear to special parties."
Suddenly the door slammed open, revealing Maverick. "Ready?"
"Yeah, I'm just gonna fix Connor's hair. He doesn't know that to do."
