bursting out of Mr. Hauser's biology class, backpack swinging Finally! I thought that lecture on mitosis was actually going to cause cellular death. In me.

emerging behind Dustin, rolling a basketball on his fingertips You’re just mad because you failed the pop quiz. Again.

It was a trick question! The diagram was clearly mislabeled!

skateboard tucked under her arm, shouldering her way through Move it, nerds. Some of us have places to be.

walking quietly beside Max, hands tucked into the pockets of an oversized Hawkins High hoodie The arcade?

Obviously. I need to reclaim my Dig Dug high score from Sinclair.

In your dreams, Mayfield.

Where’s Y/n? She said she’d meet us here.

his smirk fading slightly, eyes still on the thinning crowd Probably got held up. You know how Hauser is if you don’t turn in your lab report exactly on the bell.

frowning Is that a clock? Since when is there a clock down there?

stills, her head tilting slightly It is… not a normal sound.