She was eight when she moved to Hawkins, Indiana. To her new home, her new life.

As her brown eyes trailed over the fancy houses, Andy huffed in faint irritation.

If she was being honest, Andy didn't mind the thought of moving. Her parents had designed and built her old home long before she, Christopher, Tyler or even Tara had been thought about. All four of the Fisher children had been born and raised in the Fisher farm and country club, safe and sound in Chicago, before their parents abruptly packed them up and dragged them to Hawkins.

Tara had whined, she was in her last year of high school and had hoped to graduate alongside her friends, rather than with a bunch of strangers she had no interest in. Tyler was indifferent, as long as their parents made sure long distance communication was possible, he wouldn't complain. Christopher, Tyler's twin, was a different story. Christopher, upon hearing the news, had sobbed his heart out, clinging to the kitchen counter as their mum dragged him out of the house. Andy wasn't quite sure why the move had affected her older brother so much, Christopher really was quiet about his feelings most of the time.

Andy, herself, wasn't upset about moving. She was always up for a new adventure, and moving was the next best thing! What she was sad about, however, was her parents 'bright' idea of keeping Andy at home to homeschool her through her first years at elementary school. She was rather confused on that account. She'd been in school her whole life, well, since she was three at least, and she was rather stuck on the sudden transition to homeschooling. Her parents, being her parents, refused to answer her questions.

All too soon, the large van that housed the Fisher family pulled up at their new home. Andy sighed as she stared out the window at the rather large house. She felt the large body of Tara leaning over her. ''What the actual f-''

''Watch your mouth, young lady!'' Andy's mum snapped, whirling around in the seat to glare at her oldest. She quickly glanced down at Andy. ''There is a child present.''

Tara rolled her eyes.

''Well kids,'' their dad turned around in his seat to grin at them, ''what'd ya think?''

Tara's eyes narrowed. ''Dad, it's awful!'' She snapped. ''How the hell am I supposed to bring anyone HERE?!''

Their dad quickly deflated in his seat, ''w-well, princess, you always said you wanted a castle, so your mother and I, we designed this Victorian house for you.'' Their mum smiled from her seat.

''We thought you'd like it, honey.''

''No!'' Tara spat. ''I hate it! I stopped wanting to live in a castle when I was freakin' six years old!''

''What about you Tyler?'' Their mum sighed, leaning to face her oldest son, who was nestled in the backseat with his brother.

Andy pushed herself up onto her hands and moved her head, trying to see into the back. ''Victorian, interesting.'' Tyler's bland voice carried through the car, echoing the power and authority of the debate teams leader. ''It is a bit embarrassing, though.''

Their mum's eyes squeezed shut as her husband slumped forward. ''Chris, dear, what about you?'' He asked gently, remembering his sons... fragile state. Chris said nothing, and a sniffle came from his seat.

''Andessa, pumpkin, do you like it?'' Andy snapped to attention at the sound of her mother's voice. It was hopeful and pleading, begging that, maybe, at least one of their children would like the house.

''It looks fun.'' She simply stated, not daring to say she that she thought that, perhaps, the Victorian-styled house could get embarrassing as she got older. Her dad shot up.

''That's great, 'Dessa!'' He faced the children. ''Out you get! The place is already furnished, if you have any dislike towards your rooms, come and tell us.'' He demanded.

Andy opened the door and was immediately shoved out by Tara. The seventeen-year-old peered down at her and huffed, storming towards the house. Tyler stepped out in a refined manner, straightening his jacket as he did so. He reached down and grabbed ahold of Andy's arm, pulling her up, before turning around to face the car just as Christopher came tumbling out into his brother's arms. Andy's mum wrapped her arms around her youngest daughter and began to lead her towards the house.

This was it, the start of her new life...

She was eleven when she went back to school. After three years of homeschooling, Andy had almost forgotten what regular school was like.

Tara was back in Florida, she'd been accepted into some fancy college and lived on campus with her boyfriend, Joseph. She didn't call much anymore. 'I can't, I have school work.' is what she told Andy when the then-ten-year-old called. 'Plus, Joseph's family is coming over.' Tara's life revolved around her boyfriend, and when he told her he didn't like her family, Tara shut them out. Christopher was one of the most popular boys in Hawkins High. He had quickly reverted back to his 'cool and calm' exterior (Andy's mum blamed it on his friend Steve Harrington) and charmed his way into Hawkins hearts.

Tyler, on the other hand, was... different. He managed and lead the debate team to a great many victories, making him quite popular, but he'd abandoned any and all male friends for the comfort of the female debate team. It was puzzling to everyone, especially when he never tried anything with any of them. Soon the jokes were flying and Tyler was seen as queer. 'I'm not queer.' Andy had overheard him telling Christopher, 'It's just I prefer their company; the guys here are douchebags.' Christopher agreed and Andy never brought it up. Andy didn't think she'd changed. She hadn't been out much. She was too busy with homeschooling and she'd often go with her dad to his job. She wouldn't do much, she mostly went because her parents didn't want her home alone.

Andy exhaled heavily as she stared over at the school doors. She was standing near the stairs, Christopher beside her, waiting for the bell to ring and the doors to open, she was early after all. She sat there for maybe five minutes when a voice reached her ears. ''Hey fag!'' the voice shouted. Andy turned and looked over at the small debacle. A crowd of students surrounded a small boy, who sat with his head down, gazing at his books. The one yelling was tall, with a rather large boy beside him.

''Where's your faggy friends? Gone off to prepare fairyland for you all?!'' Christopher stood up, his face turning red in anger. Andy followed his cue and stood, placing a gentle hand on her brother's arm.

Since Tyler's bullying, Christopher had been very sensitive to any homophobia. It seemed that the older twin had revealed something to his brother that Andy had missed. ''Come on, Andy. I want you to put a stop to this.'' Christopher murmured. Andy nodded, she knew that if she let Christopher do it, he'd accidentally kill the poor boy.

''Hey!'' Andy shouted, storming into the crowd. The tall boy turned and looked at her.

''What?!''

Andy raised an eyebrow. ''Why're you yelling at this boy?''

The large one snorted and the tall one laughed. ''Why do you think?! He's a fag, a queer!''

''What makes you think that?'' She tilted her head, an innocent look on her face.

''H-he,'' the tall one stammered, obviously not used to explaining himself. Andy barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She lived with the leader of Indiana's best debate team, she had to explain and argue everything. The tall one coughed. ''He's just a fairy, you can see it in everything he does. The fag is a member of the art club!'' He shouted as if that'd validate everything.

Andy furrowed her eyebrows, purposely appearing confused. ''I don't think I understand.''

By this point, three kids had snuck into the crowd and lead the bullied boy out of the circle without anyone noticing. Andy concealed a smirk. She'd been the perfect distraction.

The tall one was saved from answering when the bell rang and everyone rushed off to class. Andy sent the two boys an unimpressed look before shoving her way out of the crowd. Christopher was smirking at her, a proud gleam in his eyes. ''Good job sis.'' He told her, ruffling her hair. ''Have a fun day.''

And she did. In fact, Andy had the best day she'd ever had. School at Hawkins was nice, the teachers were almost as good as her tutors and her classmates seemed quietly impressed by her distraction of the two bullies, Troy and James, as she'd learnt they were called. She didn't learn the names of the four boys until a few weeks later, when a stuttering Will Byers, the 'gay one', had asked Andy if she wanted to sit with him and his friends, Micheal 'Mike' Wheeler - a boy Andy recognized from a dinner party she'd attended when she was younger - , Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson.

That was the start of her friendship with the most amazing and weirdest boys she would ever meet.