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♪Symphony of The Banished♫ c h a p t e r I.

I know, that the world's obssession over Eddie Munson and basically Joseph Quinn is getting out of hand and it became kind of creepy and just ew sometimes, but I really wanted to share my cliché idea with you, so enjoy loves :3

♥Description: FLUFFY FLUFF, bit of angst, NOT a SMUT, OC is 2 years younger, hope that's not a problem.♥

September of 1982

Terry sighed. Fingers on her left hand were dirty and full of new blisters, back being sweaty and her right hand tired. Sitting in one place for two and a half hour and memorizing such a difficult piece... On the weekend, when having time off as a student, she doesn't want to practice the instrument just because of her dumb teacher's ambitions. But hey, it is what it is. She got used to it. After all, she will graduate Hawkins High and then leave. Away from Hawkins. Out of the town that is blatantly getting on her nerves, even though she has a family here.

Well, family... Just an older brother. In fact, she sometimes felt that if she had already left, her brother would at least not have to worry so much and could enjoy himself. At least a little. After all, taking care of a teenager is not a pleasure when you are on your own. Maybe that was one of the reasons she wanted to leave.

And why stay here? She doesn't talk to anyone here when she often misses classes because of competitions, anyway. And from what she heard, other classmates consider classical music as lame and ‘only for reaaally old people’.

Terry heard about the artists other people listen to – such as Madonna, Queen, Kiss, David Bowie – there’s so many. She heard a lot of songs from them – and to be quite honest, she loved it – especially Eurythmics and Depeche Mode.

Her arsenal consisted of Schubert, Haydn, Bach, Debussy, Tchaikovsky... For the others, they were old dudes who had written songs for people so long ago that they couldn't even listen to it now.

She played the cello – too many people mistook this musical instrument for a guitar, even though the case was so large that if she put it on her back, it looked like a cello on tiny legs from behind. Terry was relatively small in stature – if only she had the rest of the meat somewhere else – but the feminine curves were almost unnoticeable – her brother made fun of her for looking like a little boy.

Hawkins High was... various – full of individuals that one should rather avoid. And since all your friends (there were only two) from middle school went away for higher artistic education to prestigious private schools, for which you weren’t talented enough, you had to find someone new. And let’s be honest – no one was as bad with new people as she was. There were jocks, pretty girls, smokers, metalheads, skaters, or nerds.

Terry never understood the word nerd. But if that meant what she anyhow learned, Hawkins High was full of nerds — and she was one of them.

The biggest nerd was supposed to be a boy named Edward, although she heard others calling him just Eddie or Munson, she suspect it that was his last name – a significant individual from 11th Grade who was considered a freak and a satanist, her knowing only that he liked to play guitar and board games with his friends or something. She had seen him only at the school hallways, as he racewalked to his next class, so she preferred not to create any illusions in her head.

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Lunches at school were so stressful… Finding a free table was an unmanageable task, because there was always someone who was faster and took the table for his group. Terry often sat in chairs by the wall – with lunch on her lap. She was used to her brother's cooking — and let's be honest, that guy could cook Mac and Cheese, Spaghetti, or oven-readies — Terry wasn't that demanding on food. But the school kitchen is on a completely different level. Even soldiers are said to have better food than kids in American high schools.

There was pizza for lunch that day... Again. Terry would never have expected something like pizza to be so annoying. The crust was like a sponge and the rest was stale, old vegetables that no longer resembled vegetables in taste. The only thing that was edible was a crest and a scoop of corn. She would never claim to choose them when it comes to food, but this... She began to think that she would just start going home for lunch, to see her brother. He was at home all the time and only disappeared somewhere on weekends.

Best part of all this mess was the chocolate milk. Terry realized how much chemistry there was in, but as a person obsessed with chocolate... let's say she didn't despise it.

That day was Monday. On Monday there was Spanish after lunch, and she wasn’t signed up, so she usually went home to practice. Today, however, she exceptionally did not want to. With a Silmarillion in her backpack, she went to find an empty classroom where she could read. Music room – class happenning, gym – training of Tigers, theatre room – opened and empty – eureka.

Terry was in the theatre room for the first time. She turned on the lights. Colorful spotlights lit up everywhere and not a single normal light bulb – interesting. Well, it's theatre room, after all.

She found the brightest place and opened the book.

…And Aulë made the Dwarves even as they still are, because the forms of the Children who were to come were unclear to his mind, and because the power of Melkor was yet over the Earth; and he wished therefore that they should be strong and unyielding. But fearing that the other Valar might blame his work, he wrought in secret: and he made first the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves in a hall under the mountains in Middle-earth…

 Someone opened the door.

“Hello? Is there anyone here?“

Someone with a raspy voice came along. Terry quickly slapped a bookmark in and collected her other belongings with her book still in right hand.

“Yeah, I'll just pack up and go, I'm sorry.“

She didn't want to talk to the person, so with her gaze fixed on the floor, she took off toward the door. Maybe it was the poor lighting in the theatre room, or her feeling of embarrassment, but she bumped into that person anyway. And it was bit of a hard bump. If you accelerate to a certain pace and want to get out of the room as quickly as possible, if you come across, the force of the impact is even greater. She only heard a little 'mph'.

“I am terribly sorry, I didn't mean to,“ she muttered as her gaze was still locked on the floor.

“Hey, it's okay, um... May I ask, what were you doing here?“

Hell... A conversation.

She forced herself to look up and she felt like she is gonna throw up – not of embarasment, just out of the surprise, how it was all so sudden. Damaged locks of hair and yellow and red lights created a halo around his head as his gaze darkened under the shadows of the room. Eddie Munson, junior of Hawkins High.

“U-um.“

He tilted his head slightly, while looking around.

“You didn't steal anything, did you?“

Terry’s eyes widened.

“N-no! I was just... reading.“

She avoided him with her gaze again. But she could still feel his look on her.

“Mhm, reading… cool.“

He let out a sigh.

“Yeah.“

She looked at him once again and gave him a quick smile.

“Anyways, have a nice day,’ she turned on her heel and she headed for the door “bye.“

“Yup… bye.“

As she slammed the door, she could swear she heard a little chuckle. She shook her head and went to another class.

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h o p e y o u e n j o y e d , n e x t p a r t s o o n !

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