Kate Hopper's life hadn't been exactly easy.
Ever since her little sister had fallen ill, it seemed her life turned into a game of dominoes, and as each one fell, it felt as if things got harder and harder.
When her life got uprooted from New York C...
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BY CHRISTMAS EVE, things had slowly seemed to get back to normal.
At least, a new type of normal. Kate's life had changed greatly since that fateful week in November, and for the most part, the changes were welcome, enjoyed even. For example, she now had the four boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will, that she now claimed as her own. She made good on her promise to protect them, and she would continue to do so until the day she died, even if it was over something as silly as them being nerds. Some days she felt as if she were their older sister, not a random sixteen-year-old girl that they'd met.
When she walked down to the basement of the Wheelers' home, she hadn't been surprised in the slightest to find all four members of the party playing their usual game, Dungeons & Dragons. At that point in the game, Kate could tell they were extremely close to finishing their current campaign.
"It makes a painful—" Mike imitated a screeching sound— "And then... it crumbles to the ground," he said, dramatically throwing himself onto the ground. "Its clawed hand reaches for you one last time, and, and, and...!" Mike, still imitating the creature, fake-died as the three older boys cheered. "Lucas cuts off its seven heads, and Dustin places them into his bag of holding. You carry the heads out of the dungeon, victorious, and you present them to King Tristan. He thanks you for your bravery and service."
"Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, that's not it, is it?" Dustin asked.
