You were visiting Hawkin High for the hundredth and probably final time. You looked around, sitting on top of a table at all of the people inside, and the stands and booths. Until, you spotted your best friend, Eddie’s, uncle standing in front of the ‘Missing Persons’ board, staring at Eddie’s Missing Person poster. You decided to speak to him, getting up and slowly limping over to him, ignoring the pain in your entire left leg. “Mr. Munson.?” You muttered.