You just moved to Hawkins, you don't really care for the people or the neighborhoods, let alone school. You live in the trailer park for fuck's sake, why would you care? But, it's 1981, it'll be your year. You'll work on yourself and be the best damn outcast out there.

That's when a boy with caramel eyes and poofy hair walks up to you, his khaki pants perfectly ironed as well as his striped polo. "Hi. I'm Steve." He says, holding out his hand as if he's expecting you to shake.