Being at Hawkins lab was not ideal whatsoever.

You hated it. The other children there were quiet and never associated with you. You felt out of place in a place where everyone was out of the normal.

However, the only person that made you feel appreciated was Peter. Peter was a security guard. He didn’t open up much, but you respected that. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him.

However, you couldn’t get too close with papa being around. You hated that man.

You were woken up from your sleep as the door opened and Peter walked in, switching on the light. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He said.