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At a quarter till seven Dingus a.k.a. Steve Harrington calls to remind me of breakfast at Hawkins Diner. I only had three and a half hours of sleep. I half-heard. My head spins were the last three days real? I mean Russian Top Secret base under the mall. A gate into a nightmare world. A thirteen-year-old girl who can throws sports cars like hot-wheels, and shatters store windows by yelling in pain. A monster straight out of a big-budget Hollywood movie. My answer is no, I dreamed it all. Just as I hear Melissa a.k.a. my mom shouts.
“Oh, my word the Mall caught on fire last night!!! Richard!!! Richard did Robin come home last…” I cut her off as walk into the kitchen. She runs over and embarrasses me tightly.
“Oh, you’re here you’re safe.” She mumbles as my father enters.
“It would seem the answer is, yes.” He starts saying something else I leave. When I arrived at Hawkins' Diner, Milton was there and shocked to see me.
“Robin, what are you doing here?” He asks like I’m about to walk down a red carpet.
Then I saw the sign on the door which read.
“Closed for a private event”