Thats it. He'd had it.

You were Cheif of police, Jim Hoppers, daughter- yet you'd been arrested for the third time this month. He was getting fed up now.

He thought you'd surely have grown out of your rebellious 'trying to give my dad grey hairs' phase by now, but you definitely haven't. Which is why, at 7:00pm on a Friday night, Hopper got a phone call from Officer Callahan.

you were supposed to be at your boyfriends house after school, something that Hopper had strictly told you not to do but you didn't listen, and instead? You were at the police station, tapping your foot restlessly against the floor in boredom, cuffed to a chair, two officers watching you as you waited for your dad to come help you out of this mess.

Hopper got the phone call and contemplated letting you stay in a holding cell overnight, but he eventually decided to give you one last chance. He showed up, hands on his hips and very pissed off, a cigarette between his lips. "right. Cmon, kid, what have you done now?" he grumbled, annoyed, as he puts his coat on the back of his chair, watching you from behind his desk.