𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 || Eleven Hopper x fem!reader ✓

three.

[ your pov ]

oh great, halloween.

i woke up with a grumble, the sunlight seeping in through the thin sheets i call "curtains." halloween. i hate it.

there's nothing wrong with the holiday, but ever since my parents stopped paying attention to me, i never got to dress up as anything. i would see all the other kids in their fancy costumes, handmade from their loving mothers and spending the night with friends. The laughter on this day was intoxicating and i wish i could just block away everything.

it made me jealous to see it all.

i tried going as a ghost once, but it was just a sheet with holes cut for my eyes and nose. everyone made fun of me, and that was when i decided that i would personally never dress up for halloween again. 

i stumbled out of bed, feeling a pit in my stomach as i thought of all the comments and questions i would have to face today.

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i got to school earlier than usual, wanting to get to a secluded part of the school to hide there. i don't care what others think of me, but i just don't feel like dealing with the usual 'look at y/n, not dressed up for halloween. what, to ugly to pull off anything?' or some insult of the sort from troy and james.
last year was the worst. everyone, and i mean everyone dressed up, making me extremely noticeable. I was the only one out of everyone to not have anything cool to wear. even some random white sheet with holes would've been real convenient. even the poorest kid had came to school wrapped in toilet paper.

as i walked closer, i noticed three boys chaining their bikes while humming some song, while another boy came up and finished the song with "ghostbusters!"

oh, i thought, it's just the creeps.

i heard them argue about their costumes or something, and i decided to tune them out. i pulled out a book, settling down on a bench on the side of the school where no one went and started to read.

"guys... guys! guys!" a voice rang out, catching my attention.

"why is no one else wearing costumes?"

"...crap."

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i stood by my locker, shocked to my core. no one dressed up to school? i have to be dreaming. every, every single year, everyone always dresses up. this couldn't be real.

the creeps were the only people who came all decked out in their group costumes. they walked down the hall, and i could see them trying to play it cool. it wasn't working. people left and right stared or made fun of them, and i could see each one of them cringe slightly at each remark. I winced at the situation unfolding before me. I wanted to try and help them, since I knew the feeling of being placed in the center of attention negatively, but alas there was nothing to be done.

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i leaned against my locker, waiting for the bell to ring. max skated down the hall, kids staring at her while she rolled past.

she gave me a little wave as she passed by before stopping her skateboard and putting it inside her locker. i turned to start heading to class, not wanting to be late. as i walked, i could see two of the four boys, dustin and lucas, i think, whispering among one another while looking at max. again.

i scoffed quietly, passing by them. before i entered my class, i saw them shutting their lockers and heading off to their homerooms.

at least they didn't bother max.