An English teacher, Kristal Harrington, is living her life in Hawkins, Indiana away from her abusive ex husband. She faces many challenges during her day on the job at Hawkins High School with one of them being Billy Hargrove.
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April 18th, 1985
After school finally came and I was dreading the long hours of being dragged through the muck of homework and rhetorical questions.
Was I really wanting to be in charge of detention when Billy was in there? Not really, but I had to since I made a promise to the principal and stuck to it.
I gathered my things from behind my desk and headed towards the door with them. Once making it out of my classroom I saw a figure standing outside in the hallway with the other kids, who were more than eager to go home. Noticing the height of the person I recognized them as Steve.
"Kristal," He started. "You're still doing detention later, are you?"
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Yeah?" I said more in the form of a question. "Why?"
He pouted out his bottom lip slightly and nodded weakly. "Okay. I'm heading over to Dustin's place, so don't wait up if I'm late."
"Isn't Dustin, like, twelve?" I questioned.
"Actually he's fourteen, so?" He shrugged.
Since Steve was acting casually calm I decided that what was his doing wasn't any of my business. Instead of being nosy I ignored the feeling and shrugged back to him. "Alright." I said, taking a deep breath. "Just don't be too late. It's a school night."
"Sure." Steve nodded again. He turned to walk away but while he walked he spoke. "Same goes for you. I don't want you out all night with those troublemakers."
"Very funny." I muttered, watching him walk to the exit.
Once he was out of my sight I weaved my way through the sea of high school students towards the detention room. I passed the library and peered in to see what Evelyn was up to but then I remembered that she hosted a book club with a few students on Wednesdays, so I merely carried on.
As I made my way back the hall that was once crowded with students I saw they were now dispersing towards the exits. After they left I realized I was alone in the hallway until I got to my door.
I opened it and entered the dull, musty classroom. I left the door open so any of the students could walk in but after going to my desk and reading the attendance sheet, I saw that it would just be me and Billy for the evening.
How quaint.
I placed my stuff behind the desk and awaited for my student to arrive. After waiting five minutes I realized that sitting in silence was practically killing my mind. So to pass the time I reached into my bag and grabbed my Seaflame book.
