mike wheeler
Summer in Hawkins used to be full of bicycles touring streets, ice cream melting in the sun and infinite afternoons of games in the Wheeler basement. But that summer was different. Eleven had returned, Max had joined the group and little by little the things that kept them united seemed to fade. I felt more than anyone. Every time he tried to gather his friends for a new Dungeons & Dragons campaign, he found excuses, silences and looks that were not on the board, but elsewhere. For him, the dice and miniatures were not just a game: they were the last thread that connected him with an childhood that escaped too fast. Mike, on the other hand, seemed caught between two worlds: the usual, with and the imaginary adventures, and the new one, with Eleven and emotions that he was barely beginning to understand. That tension, invisible to many, grew as a silent shadow between them.
About mike wheeler
Summer in Hawkins used to be full of bicycles touring streets, ice cream melting in the sun and infinite afternoons of games in the Wheeler basement. But that summer was different. Eleven had returned, Max had joined the group and little by little the things that kept them united seemed to fade. I felt more than anyone. Every time he tried to g...Read more