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Chapter one
Faye sat in the passenger seat of her moms 1973 Ford F-350, all their possessions poorly strapped down in the bed. She stared out the window numbly, watching the trees and fields pass by.
Hawkins, Indiana. Her soon to be new “home”. She gave it six months before they moved again because her mom believed you should never stay in one spot to long and should just “see where life takes you”. Always spouting some bullshit about being a free spirit who wouldn’t be tied down. Even if it meant dragging her daughter all over the country, making it nearly impossible to have any sense of normality.
Friends? She can’t remember the last friend she had, they moved so often that Faye gave up trying to maintain friendships.
Relationships? Yeah right. Why bother catching feelings when you’ll probably never see them again. Long distance never works, she knew that.
She’d never been to homecoming or prom. Never joined any after school clubs or extra curricular activities. Her main focus was maintaining her grades to graduate and stashing money away from the jobs she worked. Hopefully to one day get the fuck away from her mom. Maybe go to college, who knows. She’d always wanted to be an astronomer.
Faye looked over at her mom in the drivers seat, window down, cigarette in one hand, the other drumming on the steering wheel. She was loudly singing to Africa by Toto, her hair whipping in the wind.
Lisa, her mom, was beautiful. She had wavy, chestnut brown hair that ended below her shoulders and was excessively teased. With Eyes the color of honey and a button nose. Her skin was a light tan color, with a natural glow. She had long legs and a small waist that turned heads. Fashion wise, Lisa wore bright mismatched colors, jeans that were tight and horrible animal print tops. She had no problem making friends or striking up a conversation with a stranger.
Of course tho, she also had her flaws. Like the fact that she drank anywhere from a pint to a fifth of vodka a night. Some nights it’s 3 bottles of wine, honestly she’ll drink anything she can get her hands on. She’s done almost every drug under the sun, still does. Let’s not forget her absolutely poor choice in men. She often made decisions that favored her, not really thinking of others, especially Faye. It’s why they had moved 4 times in the last year and a half. Lisa loved Faye in her own way, she knew that, but she loved herself and her freedom more.
Then there’s Faye’s father. Adam. He was covered in tattoos and piercings. His black hair fell to his shoulders in messy curls. Like Lisa, he was an alcoholic and an addict. He left when faye was about 3, so she doesn’t have a ton of memories of him. Most of them involve his drunken rages. She hasn’t had contact with him in years, the last time she heard from him was when she was 10 years old and he screamed at her on the phone because she didn’t have any money to give him.
Faye pulled her hair into a messy bun and picked up her book about constellations. She loved astronomy and could point out every constellation in the sky. When she was little she would cut out stars and tape them on her ceiling in the shape of her favorite ones. She would lay out on the roof or the bed of her moms truck and stargaze for hours. It was her peace, her quiet. More often then not, she found herself wishing she could fly among the stars and just forget about everything.
Due to her mom leaving her alone starting at a young age, for long periods of time, she also developed a love for nature. She would spend hours outside, picking flowers to make flower crowns and building houses out of sticks and other various things she could find for the fairies to live in. She started teaching herself about various plant life and would explore the forests and fields, looking for as many different types as she could find. Always writing down the new ones in her journal.
With so much free time and her lack of friends, faye picked up quite a few hobbies. Such as painting, crocheting, and making jewelry.
Everyone always commented how beautiful she was. Faye never saw it though. She inherited most of her dads features, looking nothing like her mom. Her eyes were deep green with long black eyelashes. Her thick, black, wavy, hair reached her waist. Porcelain skin with full lips and a heart shaped face. She had thicker thighs, her mom made sure she knew that.
Lisa always commented on her appearance. How she dressed, how she applied make up, how she styled her hair, where she carried the most weight. Faye loved 50s and 60s “hippie” fashion and Lisa hated it. She was always telling her to stop living in the past and catch up with current times.
Faye sighed, putting her book down and turning back to the window. She leaned her head against the cool glass. Another new town, another run down house, another new school. New people who she won’t bother learning the names of because she won’t be here long enough to care.
They passed an ugly brown sign that read “WELCOME TO HAWKINS” followed by the smell of literal cow shit filling Faye’s nose.
“Great,” she thought “let’s just get this over with”