Eleven
I walk upstairs. I walk around one room. I look at some pictures. I recognize one of the girls.

Nancy
I find my way to the lunch table and take my seat next to Steve. Tommy and Carol are arguing about whether or not the red blotch on Carol's foot is frostbite.

"Hey, Tommy, when you left did you see Barb?" I ask.

"What?" he asks.

"Barbara," I say. "She's not here today."

"I seriously have no idea who you're talking about." He snorts and Carol chuckles.

"Come on; don't be an ass, man," Steve says. "Did you see her leave last night or not?"

"No, she was gone when we left," he says.

"Probably couldn't stand listening to all that moaning," Carol says. She mimics the "moaning". "Oh! Oh, Steve! Oh, Steve! Oh, Steve! Oh, Steve!" Tommy joins in on the mocking and can I just say that I am not impressed. {For those of you who hate this scene—or any scene with Tommy and Carol being their assy selves—check out this link: https://www.buzzfeed.com/caseyrackham/tommy-and-carol-from-stranger-things-are-the-worst?utm_term=.tkzgAWDAb#.tmPrDwODy)

"Okay, chill," Steve says. "Listen, I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just . . . She's probably just, like, skipping or something."

"Yeah," I say. "Yeah, probably." "Skipping", because that's something Barb would do,

I look out the door of the cafeteria and catch the gaze of Jonathan Byers. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he keeps walking.

(Y/N)
We look around the schoolyard for rocks to use in the slingshot—er, "wrist rocket".

"So, do you think Eleven was born with her powers, like the X-Men, or do you think she acquired them, like Green Lantern?" Dustin asks.

"She's not a superhero," Lucas says. "She's a weirdo."

"Why does that matter?" Mike asks. "The X-Men are weirdos."

"If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?" Lucas asks.

It feels odd, but I feel a pang of jealousy. Does he really love her? Why do I care so much?

"What are you talking about?" Mike asks.

"Mike, seriously?" Lucas says.

"What?" he asks.

"You look at her all like, 'Hi, El! El! El! El! I love you so much!'" Lucas hugs Mike and Mike pushes him off.

"Come on, dude, he's saving himself for (Y/N)," Dustin says.

"Shut up, Dustin!" Mike says.

"Yeah, shut up, Dustin!" a voice says, that voice turning out to be Troy, accompanied by James. "What are you losers doing back here?"

"Probably looking for their missing friend," James says.

"That's not funny!" I snap. "It's serious! He's in danger!"

"I had to break it to you, Pussywillow, but he's not in danger," Troy says. "He's dead. That's what my dad says. He said he was probably killed by some other queer." He and James laugh. I shake with anger, trying to restrain myself from doing anything.

"Come on. Just ignore them," Mike says. As he walks by the two idiots, Troy {why does it want me to change "Troy" to "Troi"} sticks his foot out and Mike trips.

"Watch where you're going Frogface," he says before walking off with James.

"You okay?" Lucas asks as Mike gets up.

"Yeah," Mike says.

"I'll punch him," I say, not taking my eyes off Troy and James.

"No, you won't," Mike says.

"I will. I'll punch him, and James, and his father."

"(Y/N), you don't want to get in trouble," Mike says.

I slam my back against the dugout {I think that's what it is anyway} and slide to the ground. "I wouldn't. No one at this freaking school does anything about anything. No one cares. No one cares . . . about me."

"You're wrong, (Y/N)," Mike says, crouching down in front of me. "I care, (Y/N). We all do. Will cares about you."

I look at him, closer to tears than I've ever been in my entire life. I softly whisper a statement I'm sure is true for all four of us. "I want Will back."

Jonathan
I place the last photo on the hawser and wait for them to dry. Nicole comes into the room and I immediately take them down, not wanting her to see them and think I'm a stalker, but I think it's too late.

Joyce
I plug in the string of lights. There's a knock on the door and I rush to open it with a gleam of hope. I come face-to-face with Karen.

"Hey!" she says.

"Hey, Karen."

She looks around the room skeptically. "I brought you a casserole."

"Oh! Thank you, uh . . . Uh, you wanna . . . come in?"

Hopper
"Hey, Marissa. How you doin'?" I say as I walk into the library with Powell.

"You've a lot of nerve showing up here," she says.

"What?"

"You could've at least called," she says, "said, 'Marissa! Hey, it's gonna work out. Sorry for wasting your time. I'm a dick.'"

I nod. "Yep. I'm sorry, uh . . . Maybe we could go out again next week?" She looks to Powell and I take it as an obvious sign that it's not going to happen. "Newspapers? You got newspapers around here?"

She leads us to a file cabinet and pulls out a couple drawers. "We got the New York Times, the Post, all the big ones. Organized by year and topic. You can find the corresponding microfiche in the reading room."

"Okay, we're looking for anything on the Hawkins National Laboratory," I say.

"Shouldn't you be looking for that missing kid?" {That's the wrong question (I need to stop)}

"Yeah. We are. Uh, so, why don't you start with the Times, and we'll check out the Post?"

She humphs and walks away.

"The librarian?" Powell asks when she's out of earshot. I shrug.

Joyce
"Will always loved Christmas, you know," I give Karen a fake explanation. "So I thought if I . . . I put the lights up . . . I don't know, he . . . I'd feel like he's home somehow. It's silly, I know."

"No, no, it's not silly," she says. "How is Jonathan holding up?" {I feel like Joyce and Karen are totally best-mom-friends.}

"He's good at taking care of himself. He always has been, you know? I mean, he thinks I'm losing my mind, but . . ." I could swear I see one of the lights blink.

"Is something wrong?" Karen asks.

"We're having electrical problems."

"Joyce." She puts her hands on mine soothingly. "I want you to know something. If you need anything—anything at all—Ted and I are here for you."

"Thank you. Thanks. So, how is Mike dealing with it? Is he okay?"

"Mike? Uh, I don't know. He skipped school yesterday. He's never done anything like that."

"You know about the others? (Y/N), especially? I know how close they were."

"I don't know. She got really upset the other night when I told her and Mike the chief said they weren't allowed to go out and look for Will. I'm sure the others feel more or less the same."

The timer dings and Karen gets up to put the casserole in the oven. "Where's Holly?"

I rush down the hallway and find her in Will's room. I grab her and bring her back to Karen. "She shouldn't be here."

"I'm sorry," Karen says. "She's quite the explorer these days."

"Wait, did you see something?" I ask Holly.

She nods. "Yeah."

"What did . . . What did you see? Tell me. What did you see? What—"

"Joyce!" Karen interrupts.

"Listen, Karen, thank you for the casserole, but I need you to leave. Okay?"

Nancy
The school phone's line rings and I urge it to pick up.

"Hello?" Mrs. Holland answers.

"Hi! Hi, uh, Mrs. Holland, it's Nancy."

"Oh, Nancy, how are you?"

"Good. I'm good. Um, I was just wondering, uh, is Barb there?"

"Mmm, no, she hasn't come home yet."

"But she did come home, right? After the vigil?"

"No, she said she was staying with you last night."

"Right, yes. She did; sorry. I meant did she come home this morning? I think she left some textbooks and she was gonna go pick them up."

"Oh, um, no, I haven't seen her."

"Do you know what? I just remembered . . . she's at the library."

"Nancy, will you please have her call me as soon as you find her?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I will. Sorry to bother you." I hang up the phone and sigh.

Jonathan
As I start to walk out of school, Steve and his posse of jerks stop me.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Nicole here was, uh, telling us about your work," Steve says.

"We've heard great things," Carol says.

"Yeah, sounds cool," says Tommy.

"And we'd just love to take a look," Steve says. "You know, as connoisseurs of art."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say. I try to walk away, but Tommy grabs my backpack. "Please, give me my bag." He tosses it to Steve.

"Man, he is totally trembling," Steve says. "He must really have something to hide." He slips the photographs out of my bag and flips through them.

"Oh, man, let me see," Tommy says, taking some from Steve's hand. "Oh, dude."

Carol grabs some as well. "Yeah, this isn't creepy at all."

"I was looking for my brother," I retort.

"No. No, this is called stalking," Steve says.

"What's going on?" Nancy asks, walking in at just the wrong time. This is just perfect.

"Here's the starring lady," Tommy says.

"What?"

"This creep was spying on us last night," Carol says. "He was probably gonna save this one for later." She hands Nancy one of the photographs. Nancy looks at the photo and then to me and I pretend not to notice.

"See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but . . . ," Steve says. "Man, that's the thing about perverts. It's hardwired into them." He adjusts my jacket. "You know, they just can't help themselves." He tears the photographs in his hands. "So, you just have to take away their toy." He starts toward my bag.

"No, please, not the camera." I start after him, but Tommy stops me.

"No, no, wait, wait . . . Tommy, Tommy," Steve says. "It's okay. Here you go, man." He holds out the camera, but before I can take it, he drops it and it shatters on the ground. "Come on; let's go. The game's about to start." He and everyone else but Nancy leaves and I bend down to gather what's left of my camera and the photographs. Nancy looks over some of the shards of pictures and gathers a few before following after Steve. Some of the pieces blow away in the breeze.

Eleven
I find the spot that Mike said. I look at his watch. Three-one-five. Three-one-five.

I hear a cat meow. It is inside the fence.

The cat hissed. I tried my best to do something. It was not working. I pulled the wires off my head. Papa was upset. They took me away from Papa. They tried to lock me in the room. I stopped them. I killed them. I did what I had to. Papa came to me. He patted my hair.

"Incredible."

(Y/N)
"El!" Mike calls to her, rolling his bike along with mine and the guys'. "You okay?" She nods. Mike pats the back of his bike. "Hop on. We only got a few hours." She climbs on the back and I miss Will even more, if that's possible.

Nancy
"So, I told Mr. Mundy," Carol says, "'The solution of ten plus Y equals blow me.'"

"Bull, if you did that, you'd be in detention right now," Steve says, but my mind is in other places.

"Saturday," she says.

"I bet Mr. Mundy's still a virgin," Tommy says.

"Oh, he's so a virgin."

"Maybe you should blow him, Carol. Help your grades a bit."

I start walking away and Steve says, "Nance, what are you doing?"

"I totally forgot," I say. "I told my mom I would . . . I would do something for her."

"What do you mean? The game's about to start."

"I'm sorry."

Mike
"Why did they hurt you?" El asks.

"What?"

She points at my chin.

"Oh, that. Uh . . . I just fell at recess."

"Mike . . ."

"Yeah?"

"Friends tell the truth."

I sigh. "I was tripped by this mouth breather, Troy, okay?"

"Mouth breather?"

"Yeah, you know, a dumb person."

"Troy certainly fits that description," (Y/N) says, speeding up slightly to join me.

"I don't know why I just didn't tell you," I say to El. "Everyone at school knows. I just didn't want you to think I was such a wastoid, you know?"

"Mike?" El says.

"Yeah?"

"I understand," she says.

"I am in full understanding of what it's like to be a wastoid," (Y/N) says, looking down. I take the chance to intertwine her fingers with mine. She looks at me and smiles softly the smile of hers I love to see.

Um so the Stranger Things game is actually the best thing that's happened to me all year. I need them to create more chapters. And the trailer has left me SHOOK TO THE CORE.
And also I'm being Eleven for Halloween.
And I'm wearing it to school on the twenty-seventh.
Because I can.
As well as my blue, red, and yellow bracelets. (I didn't write that thing; I know the typing sucks :P)
I'm legit so excited it's a problem.
Also this is the eleventh chapter.
I'll leave now.