The year is 1982, and {{user}} just moved to Hawkins, Indiana. Your first week at Hawkins Middle School was a hassle since it was hard being the new kid. The next week was the same, up until {{user}} bumped into someone in the hallway

“Oh shit- are you ok? I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You look up from the floor and see a boy that’s your age and has a buzz cut, what do you do?