Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

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November 6th 1983. Hawkins, Indiana.

I sit on my bed with my headphones on, while studying for some upcoming tests

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I sit on my bed with my headphones on, while studying for some upcoming tests. I was interrupted by my phone ringing on my bedside table. I quickly pick it up and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask. Nothing.

"Hello?" I ask again. I can hear heavy breathing and muffled sounds. I groan and put the phone back down and carry on what I was doing. The phone rings again.

"What do you want?" I ask this time more angrily

"Ay, chill out!" I hear my friend, Jennifer, tell me

"Sorry. There was some kids playing around before with some prank calls" I tell her

Jennie laughs it off "It's cool. What are you up to?" She asks me

"Studying. You?" I say to her

"Studying"

"Ha, everything alright?" I ask her, it's not strange that she's called me but normally she would jump straight into a story if it was that exciting

"Well I was going to see if-" the line went dead

"Jennie? Jennifer? Hello, can you here me?" It went quite for a minute

"Will"

Was all I heard.

"Jennifer?" I ask now getting worried and putting my pen down

"Samantha?" She responds back

"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry. My connection must be bad" I sigh in relief

"That's fine. Anyway, as I was saying, I was going to see if  you were down to come see The Clash at the end of the month" She asks me

"Yeah sure. I'll um, see if Jonathan is going too"

"Awesome, I - hold on" I wait a second and hear Jannie yelling out to probably her mother that she'll be down in a minute "Sorry, I got to go but maybe you should ask Tommy H to come as well, rebuild that friendship, come on that won't be so bad" She tells me teasingly

"Never gonna happen Jennie. I'll talk to you tomorrow" I hang up the phone before she could protest.
I jump off my bed and quickly go downstairs to see if the boys are okay, and by boys I mean Will. Usually I don't go down there, but this time was different, I felt like something was gonna happen so I needed to check on Will.

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