Hawkins, Indiana 1988

A crisp breeze floated around Hawkins, Indiana. The small town always had some kind of eerie fog to it, at least that's what Mike Wheeler would argue. Today had already had started out rough; his little sister Holly painted in his Geometry textbook, his unruly midnight curls wouldn't settle, and he was still peddling an undersized bike to his senior year of high school.

It was completely empty at Hawkins High School, and Michael Wheeler was cursing himself for accepting extra curricular activities for his college application. Hawkins High AV club consisted of Mike and his three other friends, who had straight up refused to help him do early morning set up. The crisp air of Hawkins was making his hair fly and stand up in unruly ways as he peddled into the school grounds, no student to be seen. Mike pulled up to the school's bike rack and moodily swung his backpack with a little too much vigor, causing it to snag against a handlebar and tear a decent sized hole at the bottom of his bag.

He sighed, dropping to his knees and completely missing the footsteps of someone approaching, who had managed to see the whole thing.

"Not a fan of Mondays, huh?", a female voice taunted playfully, with a hint of nervousness.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, who the hell is here by choice at 7:30 in the morning? Looking up he froze. Holy shit. She's smiling at me, holy shit.

A pair of sparkling doe brown eyes stared back playfully, her hair was made up of loose curls, lazily held up by a blue ribbon. What took Mike the most was what she was wearing. A sweater of multiple pink hues that clung to her perfectly, a black tennis skirt that was above the knee, but mostly it was her legs. Long, lean, ... tube socks? She's beautiful. She's also expecting you to say something, Wastoid.

"The worst, I-uh, haven't seen you.. here before?" Mike found his voice, he felt his face burn the more he stared. Tearing around from her brown eyes, he began picking up various pages of notes that had managed to slip out during one of his finest Michael Wheeler moments.

"First day, and I'm willing to make a deal" she began, kneeling down to his level and handing him a few very dirty sheets of paper "you show me around, I'll try and salvage the bag" he looked up to see the girl giving him a genuine smile, collectively making him feel at ease and giving him a swelling feeling in his chest.

Mike puffed out his chest as his confidence grew.

"I guess you've got a deal"

I guess mondays aren't so bad, he thought.