INGRID TYCHO IS NOT A QUITTER. She intended to make her time slinging ice cream at some measly minimum wage job count. Even if it meant driving Hawkins former golden boy, Steve Harrington, off the walls insane.
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BOY meets GIRL. BOY hurts GIRL. BOY loves GIRL?
THE TYCHO NAME WAS CURSED. A family formed through money and power has had a long line of intertwined involvement with numerous tragedies that most would say were freaks of nature. Everyone in Hawkins knew them more by the subtle impact of philanthropy the family used to resolve their mysterious reputation. Myths spiral that have been told among the close-knit community in the small town of Indiana. If the trees could talk, the wooded area would have a thing or two to say about the legacy they have left, as an imprinted tattoo received on impulse rather than meaning.
With the heir to the Tycho name being a Harvard student who would rather spend her days in Boston, far from the conservative confines of endless farmland and trees. Her words of regard to her family told through a landline, maybe if they are lucky ink written words on a crisps piece of printing paper. Instead, the town's eyes turned to the Spare, the poster child of perfection and rumored to be the next Miss Indiana with her priceless beauty compared to one of the glamor seen in the 50s.
Her skin was pearly white, similar to the marble slab on the Tycho's kitchen island. The show-stopping centerpiece of the most lavish lifestyle lawyer money in such a curt area could buy. A bold representation of eyes so mesmerizing hiding the endless array of deaths she has encountered in one lifetime, complementing her allure to the old friend every few years, finds its way to knock on her door.
INGRID LACY TYCHO was a conundrum in the family timeline. Comparably, many saw a bright future unfolding before their eyes when thinking of the girl. She held a genuine smile when walking the halls of Hawkins High School and never failed to be America's dream. Little did the average naked eye know that the twinkle in her eyes was her screaming out in fear of being the girl who would eventually subdue to tragedy.
