Eleven

"High school is rough," Robin says. "Even without jumping into the future in a new dimension." In some twisted way, it's almost reassuring how unchangingly shitty it is. There's always the same queen bees, the same jerks, and the fun kids, the band geeks, her people.

She reaches out and lets El take the cup and then glances down at her phone. "Do you want some help with your phone? I needed help with mine too but it looks like they're about the same."