Disclaimer: Stranger things isn't mine.
N/A: Hello! I'm so glad to be posting this! It's my first fanfic in english (I'm brazilian) so I'd love if you could congratulate me on this and let me know if there are any mistakes or strange sentences. Plus, I wrote it all in one day, when I needed to get over some holiday blues (three days until Christmas!), so it's a big accomplishment, guys. A huge one. Thank you for being a part of it!
Moreover: it's an attempt at writing humor for the first time. Can you tell me if it worked?
Alternative Realities
Mileven. Mike wakes up to a completely different El and wonders what went wrong.
Chapter one: Prologue
The dim light of the basement darkened by the blanket fort made Eleven yawn. All her friends were sleeping by her side and she felt safe and loved. Mike was holding her hand and she was looking at him while she waited patiently for sleep to take her away. He was also looking at her, with matching half-opened eyes and a calm smile.
They did a marathon of Star Wars and pizza after they finished a school project together, a huge model of an energy station. School was, most of the time, a bit hard for Eleven. She was a bit slow to understand some concepts and had a small struggle with most subjects. Luckily, her friends all loved this or that subject and each one helped her in a different one. Ironically, the subject they all sucked at, Physical Education, was the one she was the best. Most of the time she used her powers to pull the ball towards her or to push her body up on the climbing rope, but that did not mean she was not using her body, so she never felt like she was cheating.
However, she did wonder in which subject she would be good at if she had had a normal childhood. Would she be able to draw like Will, or understand Science like Dustin? Would she write as well as Mike or memorize History like Lucas? Maybe she would be as good in Math as Max.
"Mike" she called, noticing his eyes were still half-open.
"Hmm?" he muttered, mostly sleeping than awake.
"If I went to school since I was around Holly's age, in which subject do you think I'd be best at?"
"I don't know, El… maybe Physics?" he answered drifting back to sleep while his imagination was filled with images of El moving objects with her mind while formulas and graphs floated around her.
She felt bad for waking him up and let him sleep. Not too long later, she followed him, imagining herself as Jane Hopper, a natural at Physics.