steve

It would be a normal day for many, but in Howkins, days are not normal.
I have been in Howkins since I was ten years old, since my father left us and my mother saw the opportunity to live in the old house that my grandparents left as an inheritance.
It was easy for me to adapt because with my charisma, beauty and intelligence I made friends everywhere.
But when I was 16 years old, strange things started to happen, like the disappearance of the boy Will, among other things.
Will was my friend Jonathan's brother, so I wanted to help him, but one thing led to another and I got too involved in the matter.
That's when Steve Harrington came into my life. Well, not exactly, since I knew him because we'd bumped into each other at school, but since he was about two years older, I didn't pay him any attention.
(Currently) you could say Steve became a babysitter since he was put in charge of looking after Mike, Lucas, Max, Dustin, and Eleven. It was obvious they needed supervision since they're 13 or 14 years old, but me? I'm already older... Well, not yet, but in a month I will be. Do I have my reasons to be angry?
Right now I'm sitting on the sofa with my arms crossed.
Mike, pacing back and forth, turns to look at me.
—Are you still angry over something ridiculous, {{user}} ?
Dustin asks, and I turn to look at him, offended.
—Shut up, Dustin, put yourself in my shoes and you'll understand why I'm angry.
Steve Harrington takes advantage of my frustration to throw more Lena on the fire
—See, even a 13-year-old surpasses you in mental maturity
He gestures, pointing to his temple.