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Buried beneath the surface of an inconspicuous state lies the small forgettable town of Hawkins.
A sleepy town.
Not many stemming stories. The paper was dull, old news. The television was static or a channel of all too ordinar...
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It was certainly unusual.
Not waking up to the blasting sound of an alarm clock in her ears, or the horrible sound of shouts and cries from her parents, or even her red rotary phone ringing, readying her for the early before-school complaints from her best companion Robin.
But this morning, Bailey awoke to something she never had before.
Silence.
She had awoke on her own accord, fully rested for the first time in years, and willing to do any activities without much fuss. She was in a better mood today than she was yesterday.
But quickly the events of yesterday came flooding back. All at once. Will's missing. Jonathan's in distress. Joyce is nearing the edge of her sanity. Steve probably got in Nancy's pants. And Baileys parents were unaware of her whereabouts.
It was all too much, and with a quick glance at the alarm clock next to the bed- wait what?
Bailey jumped up, finding herself in a dark room, the darkest blue shade in the sky from the window being the only source of small light besides the red digital alarm clock numbers.
Bailey was still in the same clothes she had worn yesterday, old sweater, faded jeans, and her mismatched orange and yellow socks.
She looked around, her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she tried to make out her surroundings.
She could, of course, note the fact that she was sitting in a bed. Full size. Comfortable. She could tell her black and white sneakers were on the floor, beside one another right beside the desk in the room.
She could see that there was a medium size window on the wall letting off the smallest dark blue light, the sun not even risen but it was only minutes from doing so.
Bailey could make out a closet, full of clothes that would've looked like dark figures that would frighten her as a child if it weren't for the flashing red alarm clock light giving away the clothes' figure, and revealing to her brain that it wasn't a head sitting on the closet shelf, and instead a deflated purple basketball.
