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— ❝LOOK I’m just trying to, like, make sense of all of this,❞ Veronica said as her eyebrows furrowed. She was trying to make sense at seeing Steve “The Hair” Harrington at her door. The world was saved again. What the hell was he doing coming around looking for Dustin for? ❝Don’t, uh, take this the wrong way, Harrington, but don’t you have friends, like, your own age? What happened to Tommy and Carol?❞

   RONI would be the first to admit that she didn’t really know the inner workings of the popular crowd. She knew who they were, and knew that they looked down on her. She didn’t really care. ❝In any case, Dustin is over at Mike’s. Can I help you with something?❞

                    “You’re gonna tell me where my idiot of a fucking brother is right now.”

            Not the nicest way to greet your brother’s roommate in their apartment, but Sana didn’t care. With her backpack slung over her shoulder she shoved passed the other and into the living room. The bag made a loud thunk as it hit the floor by the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning, sizing up Steve Harrington with a swipe of her gaze. She softened a little, looking away as if suddenly self-conscious that she was acting like a brat. Sana hooked a strand of hair behind her ear.

   it had been a while since she had seen anyone - since she had seen anybody. Surely she was still doing the services , and with the holiday season falling quiet , there was no need for the church to be open other than the regular Sunday services and special occasions. She wasn’t able to see anyone anymore , not since her father had found out about her escapades and going out doing God knows what without him knowing. The new lock on the door , the new glass windows were a new addition , ( saying how they had a break in , he told the new contractors. but this was all to protect her. ) That didn’t stop her from trying though , as hands shake to undo the lock so she can at least get a few moments of freedom. 

   a frustrated noise of complaint   , but she had gotten it open ,  and she wasn’t expecting at all for someone to be standing there. 

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