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[runawayymax]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: max mayfield & YOU 🫵 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: back to school block party on mainstreet 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: max is bored, shenanigans ensue

Time was a funny thing. One day, four years ago, The Hargrove-Mayfield caravan rolled into town, and Max hated it. Hawkins showed it's true colors fairly quickly, in spite of it, she felt a sense of belonging for a brief period of time, then went back to hating it. Now, on the precipice of her senior year, Max still wasn't fond of Hawkins. Whoever said time heals all wounds, or she'd come around, or whatever bullshit, was a big fat liar. In theory, she was supposed to meet the rest of "The Party" (she didn't even play Dungeons and Dragons) behind the barricades that corralled in vendors on main. But she hadn't had a social life this robust in years, so she was comfortable taking her time before surrounding herself with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike and their nonsense for hours on end. Max set her skateboard down in the streets, weaving between booths and bodies freely, reveling in the glare or two she got. She'd miss Summer. Booth after booth flew past in bright blurs of green and gold until one thing, or rather person, stuck out. Max skidded to a stop at the familiar face doing their best, but failing miserably to haggle. Just her area of expertise! Like she'd done a million times before, she tucked her board beneath her arm and approached. "This is kind of pathetic." She informed the other person, then raised her brows to say now watch how it's really done. With the sweetest, most fabricated concern, Max chimed in to the vendor, "Excuse me, I think that kid just ran off with one of your products." She pointed in the opposite direction, and when the vendor naturally looked and began to yell, she snagged something off the table. She'd had worse days, worse deeds. Grinning, she slowly walked away from the booth, holding the item in her hand for the other to take, "See? Now it's free."

[dietmike]

every year, for whatever reason, mike seemed to go through something like selective amnesia. the winter months would roll through hawkins at a snail's pace, keeping him bundled up in striped sweaters and thick leather boots. there was always hot chocolate on hand in the wheeler household, so he typically had that instead of coffee every morning before school. what he failed to remember on those short, dreary days where the temperature dipped far below fifty degrees fahrenheit, was that the winter months didn't last. they eventually ended, as all things did, and summer would blast its way into indiana like a goddamn freight train when he least expected it. cue him at the build-a-backpack booth at noon with a black cardigan tied around his waist. the sun was up high in the sky and there didn't appear to be a single cloud in sight. the best thing he had for shade was the simple canopy up above the booth, though it didn't do much for the sweat heating up the back of his neck. he held a clipboard in one hand and an ice-cold can of coke in the other. the good stuff, not that new drivel the execs tried to push on everyone a while back (talk about a bad idea). it hadn't been his idea to sign up for the booth. matter of fact, he could have gone the whole drive not helping in the slightest. there was an air-conditioned bedroom at home with his name on it, a fresh vhs rented out from family video, and a back to school campaign that he desperately needed to finish putting together for hellfire before school opened back up. however, the maternal unit had absolutely insisted that he not only show his face at the drive, but that he also had to help in some form or fashion. his decision to sign up for the noon to two p.m. slot wasn't even his own; it just so happened to be the only one left. exhilarating. not ten seconds after he leaned back to close his eyes in a poor attempt to catch a nap - the booth wasn't very busy with all of the other things going on - he felt a shadow land in front of him. he sighed and sat back up, blinking his eyes open to the unyielding brightness of the day. "if you're here to donate, leave your items in the box to my left. don't just throw them in there, it could damage the cans and boxes and i'll be extra annoyed. if you're in need of a donation, i humbly offer you this clipboard and my pen with which you can fill out your information," he announced, setting the clipboard down onto the table in front of him and offering the best smile he could muster up on such short notice.

for: whoever from: mike where: back to hell school block party !

[z0mbieb0yx]

who: will byers & open! where: back to school block party!

There were a lot of things to be worried about heading into senior year. For one, Will was already bracing himself for the same kind of torment he got in middle school. Sure, Lucas was popular now and Will at least had the Hellfire Club to fall back on in the friend category, but that didn't change his status as homeschooled-zombie-boy-freak. On top of that, Mom had just gotten an administration job at Hawkins High, which she swears is just a good opportunity-- but bring-your-mom-to-school day wasn't likely to score him any cool points, either. Not that Will particularly cared about being cool-- he mostly just wanted to be left alone.

Then they sent the letter home about Freshman Focus day, and assigned Will a freshman to mentor. He was more than a little panicked about this-- what the hell could he possibly tell an incoming freshman that would have any merit? Don't bike home at night? If you start seeing visions, tell someone because you might be possessed? Will sighed, hoisting a box of school supplies onto the folding chair behind the Melvald's booth and beginning to sort the notebooks according to color. Jonathan had stepped away for a smoke break, and Will didn't think any of his friends were here yet, so he didn't mind finishing the setup.

When a potential customer looked his way, Will offered a gentle smile, dropping his hand onto the table and smoothing out the forest green tablecloth. "Hi!" he greeted, watching them for a moment before asking, "Can I ask you sort of a weird question?" Will decided to go for it, desperate for any piece of wisdom he could dispense to his mentee on Saturday. "What's something you wish you knew as a freshman?"

[joyceplus]

there was something rather strange about the changing of the seasons. late summer would turn into early fall, but joyce wasn't really thinking of that at the moment. the calendar had turned over from july to august and with that, the new school year was about to start up. that signified a lot of things for her, whether she liked it or not. for one thing, her youngest son and her daughter would be entering their final year of school. it was a bit weird not having to do the homeschooling thing again this year, but she was glad that el would get to experience at least one normal year of schooling with will. additionally, her own life was shifting from something old to something new. it was her first year of administrative duty at hawkins high. if someone had told her twenty-six years ago, at her own high school graduation, that she would be working at the high school in her mid forties? yeah, she never would have believed that for a second. she was going to go places, do big things, and come back home one day rich beyond her wildest dreams! except, of course, that hadn't happened. the school drive was something that she didn't typically look forward to every year. she would usually have to drag her sons to sign up for the donated supplies, her meager wages at melvald's general store not always able to cover everything that they needed. but not this year. this year, her kids had each and every item on the back to school list. for once she could attend the event with her head held high, proud of who she was and what she was doing. her job at the drive was to sit behind a table at a booth sporting the green and gold school colors, handing out school calendars that entailed all of the events planned out so far for the upcoming school year. there was a small, battery operated fan blowing in her direction, the generated wind twisting her curls this way and that. so far, she was having a swell time. it was hot but it was nothing she wasn't used to, having lived in hawkins for forty-four years. "can i interest you in a calendar?" she asked to the next person who happened to wander by. "this booth is also the best place to get lanyards for your school id, hawkins high pennants, and special water bottles with 'class of '89' printed on them if you're a senior. we've also got some fun green and gold number two pencils and pens. take your pick!"

for: whoever from: joyce where: school drive block party !