𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚 + 𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 (how to be everywhere & ⁿᵒʷʰᵉʳᵉ)
she’s popular enough to be considered popular, though 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 the upper echelons of hawkins’ royalty. she’s well liked enough by everyone to avoid falling into any particular clique, instead floating between groups depending on the situation. (it’s hard to find friends when your friday nights are spent at home & 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 your dad’s new prescription regimens).
she ran for student body president not because she feels any particular affinity for hawkins, (ₜₕₑᵣₑ'ₛ ₙₒₙₑ), but rather to get something on her college apps that didn’t require scheduling she couldn’t make work. still, she’s undeniably good at it, 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 and not afraid to push back on the school board or pta when they make decisions that negatively impact students.
she tried out for the debate team when she moved in 83′ and managed to make the cut, but had to quit (after a day ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ) when meets didn’t align with her mom’s work schedule. she 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 by sitting in as a mock opponent or judge.
it’s practically impossible to find any gossip on her, save the occasional accusation 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 & ₒᵤₜ ₒf ₑₐᵣₛₕₒₜ that she’s a b*tch. there’s no rumors of crushes or hook-ups, scandals or insinuations.
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the three moments where she knew she was going to hate hawkins :
it’s her third day since moving here & two men in a truck outside the pharmacy yell at her to go back where she came from. they rev their engine next to her and the sound makes her 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥 into her throat. once the fright wears off, fury keeps her hands trembling for hours after.
the librarian asks where she’s from when she signs up for her library card. she says seattle. 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. the woman asks where she’s really from. the tip of her pencil snaps as she fills out the remainder of the form.
it’s the homecoming dance and she’s reapplying the eyeshadow she borrowed from her mom in the bathroom mirror. (it looks so beautiful on her; her dad used to say it was his favorite color.) a girl tells her that 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 doesn’t look good on eyes like her’s and laughs. she never seems to reach for it again.
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