Pretty Girls Make Graves ; Stranger Things

Pretty Girls Make Graves ; Stranger Things

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Suddenly her mouth catches up with her mind but far too quickly. "Hi!" She practically shouts before she physically cringes as she looks away, widening her eyes at her own actions and shaking her head. The other girl flinches from her volume and raises her eyebrows, pausing for a moment. "Hi?" She chuckles while looking at the ginger who now has both hands covering her face. "I'm sorry." Angelina apologized as she ran her hands down her face. "I didn't mean to be.. so loud." she chuckles. "I just wanted to introduce myself cause i saw you earlier and- and you seemed nice. I'm Angelina." The brunette smiles while extending a hand, "I'm Nancy. You're new, right?" Nancy. A pretty name for a prettier girl. ~ Angelina Mayfield lived a good life in California with her parents and little sister. That was until her parents got a divorce and her mother moved her and her sister across the country with her new step-brother and step-father-both who she was not very fond of-in search of a fresh start. Still, her life had been pretty normal. But then she met Nancy Wheeler. Angelina just thought she made a new friend, what she didn't know was that her whole life was about to change in the strangest ways. 💋 nancywheeler x fem!oc SLOW BURN
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