Call Me!! ۶ৎ Stranger Things
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"Who did you beat up this time?"
"Go away, Steve." Trish gritted out. "Don't you have someone else to bother?"
"Jesus." Steve rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. "You and your brother never know when to quit being assholes, do you?"
"Just leave me alone!" Trish snapped. "God, I fucking hate this town because of people like you."
"People like me?"
"Fake ass bitches who walk around like the world owes them something. News flash, the world doesn't owe you Jack. You're just a washed up has been."
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Patricia, better known as Trish Hargrove, was anything but soft. Loud, brash, violent, with a tendency to act first and think later. A reputation of bloodied fists and bruised jaws, just how her father taught her to be.
Trish is the first one to know that family's are tough. Her mother left when she was young, subjecting her and her twin to their fathers rage. But, through it, they had each other. It created an inseparable bond, one neither of them could imagine letting go of, even if they only expressed it though pulling of hair and nasty insults.
Her plan was quite simple. Get the grades, wait till she's a legal adult, then scram with her twin brother. She had the grades, however her record was anything but perfect. Still, she worked hard to achieve what she wanted.
When their family moved to Hawkins, Trish was of course mad. California was home, it was where she had gone to the beach with her mom and Billy, the only real good memory in her life. But, even that memory faded like the waves of the beach.
Hawkins gave her a strange feeling. Like someone was always lurking, like it was haunted. She was not a religious person by any means, but something just wasn't quite right.
Then, she met her step sisters friends. Weird thirteen year olds, who made Trish question their parents competency. But, she caught onto the fact that they were hiding something. What, Trish wasn't so sure.
Once she started digging, things got stranger.
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