Chapter One | Stalkers

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"Billy's such an ass!" Max grumbled as we hopped off our skateboards since we had entered the hallways where people had dodged us, giving us odd looks.

"I can agree on that one." I rolled my eyes. "Got any idea where the main office is?"

Max gave me a stare. "I'm just as new as you are, Aspen." 15 minutes later we had found the main Office and they gave us the vice principal.

"So, you guys are from California, am I right?" The Vice Principal asked curiously. "And you're twins?"

"Yes and yes," I reply, Max deciding not to say anything.

The Vice Principal smiled welcoming. "Well, I welcome you to our fantastic high school." I'm sure it's fantastic. Once again not the sarcasm. We made our way to our English class. He opened the door and everyone paused and looked at us.

Max grabbed my arm

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Max grabbed my arm. "Ah, these must be our new students." The teacher smiled at us.

"Indeed they are." The Vice Principal said. "All yours."

Max tried dragging me to the back of the classroom, but the damn teacher stopped us. "All right. Hold up. You guys don't get away that easily," the teacher jokes we paused. "Come on up, don't be shy,"

We're at a new school, with new students, and you don't expect us to be shy? I rolled my eyes and stood by his desk and Max on the other side of me.

"Dustin, drum roll." I looked over and saw that the boy was now putting his hands on the desk. I recognised him from the other night at the Arcade. In fact, the whole group was here.

"Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California," the teacher says in his introduction voice. "The latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, Maxine and Aspen!"

"It's Max," Max mumbled.

"Sorry?" Mr. Clarke query's, cleary didn't hear her.

"Nobody calls me Maxine, it's Max," Max speaks a little loud.

"Well, all aboard Max and Aspen," Mr. Clarke greets. I sighed and walked ahead to go to the back of the classroom where there was two spare seats left, Max quickly followed me and we sat down.

I caught eyes with the boys who were staring at us, full on, turned around staring at us. I narrowed my eyes at them and sink in my seat.

This was going to be a long day.

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It was lunch and I was just skating around in the courtyard with Max. We had nothing better to do considering we're new people and no one wants to be friends with us.

I do some tricks and flips, smiling. "You finally got it," Max cheered.

"I know," I grin. I felt some eyes watching me and looked over to see the boys looking at us. I sighed in annoyance. "They're starring again."

"Just ignore them," Max mumbled.

"Or we can mess with them," I sent her a devious smile and stopped skating. I then sat on my skateboard and broad out a pen and paper from my bag that I had on and drew 'stop spying on us around, creeps'.

I looked up and noticed them that they've stopped staring. I put all my stuff away and grabbed my skateboard and ran over to the dumpster, Max watches me do this and approached me slowly.

I stuck the note in and smiled. If only they'd follow us after we were gone.

"How is this messing with them?" Max questioned as we walked away from the trash can.

I smiled and pulled her away from the situation and we rounded the corner, we watched as they ran over to the bin, their faces falling as they read my note.

I let out a tiny laugh. "That's how." I turned around and skated away from the situation.

A/N

Hi everyone! Welcome to my new fan fiction!

This is going to be a short story for season two of Stranger Things. Only nine chapters, but I'm going to be adding season three into this book, too.

I hoped you liked Aspen as much as I do. I love Max and Aspen, seriously

Anyways, enjoy this book! Like, comment, share :)

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