CHAPTER 3 - vecna's curse

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today was saturday. a day full of relaxation. oh wait. no it isn't. from monday to saturday is my work days. it's a little boring but i spend all day, everyday with steve and plus keith lets us choose one film per week to take home for free. which is amazing as i would probably call myself a "film buff", which is cool but can be annoying when you talk about tom cruise but you no longer speak about them anymore but someone continues to.

but anyways, we ended up at work and me and steve began placing disks and films into the correct genres as per usual.

"hey stevey, what's on the news?" i asked.

"i don't know babe." he said, turning the television on.

all of a sudden steve didn't speak.

"hey. what's wrong?" i said, walking up to him, comforting him gently.

"look." he murmured.

"tragically a young hawkins high student was killed last night at ten-thirty pm. the investigators and police are unsure of who the student is, who has caused this and what the cause is. updated reports will get back to you once found." the reporter on the news said.

there it was. a hawkins student had been killed. who by? what from? so many questions were rushing through my head. steve looked at me. my eyes were still intact with the television screen, disgusted at what had happened. he took my hand gently. he pulled me into a hug. i threw my arms around him and started crying.

"hey hey hey. im all yours." steve said, kissing my forehead, "im not going anywhere. we will he fine. i promise."

an hour had passed and steve and i were continuously checking in on each other. ever since summer he had been ever so affectionate. im just glad he cares and knows how to look after a girl like me.

all of a sudden the door of the shop opened. dustin and max ran in.

"hey steve. hey millie." dustin said, "you see this? how may phones do you have?"

"someone was murdered henderson!" steve said.

"that's not the answer, steve." dustin said, annoyed, "how many phones do you have?"

"two. why?" i answered.

"no no no mill. actually three if you include keith's." steve said, correcting me.

"yeah. three works." max adds.

*dustin gets up and slides over our front desk*

"what are you doing?" me and steve shout, "what are-"

"MY PILE!!" i shout, "DUDE MY TAPES!!"

"what are you doing man?" steve asks dustin.

"setting up base of operations here." dustin replies.

"base of operations?" i ask.

"get off." steve asks dustin.

"i need it." dustin replies.

"for what?" steve asks.

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