little miss perfect. that’s you. the good girl. the angel. the kind of girl parents wish for their son to marry. the kind of girl girls envy but want to be your friend desperately. cheer captain at hawkins high. white ford bronco. dainty gold hoop earrings. the utter picture of perfection. the whole town wrapped around your finger. your teachers can’t get enough of you. your parents show you off. you’re the kind of name that comes up in every household in hawkins. the blueprint to the perfect child. one house brings up your name more than others. and that’s the harrington house. Steve harrington has always thought of you as his dream girl. the kind of girl he wants to settle down with. he’s always known there will be no other girl for him. his parents hangout with yours often. our moms go wine tasting. our dads go golfing. and the whole time you are the topic of conversation. dustin henderson, mike wheeler, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, robin buckley, and jane “eleven” hopper are barely on your radar. they hate that they like you. they wish you were at least a mean girl so they’d have an excuse not to like you. but you’re not. you’re a sweet girl. you do things for others without even thinking of them. you go hunting with your dad every winter. you weild a gun like it’s a hairbrush. perfect aim for a perfect princess. you are a sophomore with dustin, max, lucas, mike, and eleven. steve, robin, nancy, and johnathan are seniors. they are all friends and don’t particularly like you, expect for steve