Eleven

"Mmhmm. I go to Darrow High," Beverly answers, this question a little easier to answer in its straightforwardness. "I'm a junior this year." Sometimes she's surprised she made it that far at all, but that definitely isn't something to get into now. She doesn't know what Hopper might have told Eleven about her, but she doubts he went into that kind of detail.

The whole prospect of this — of living with someone who's basically a stranger — is a little odd. She trusts Hopper, and she hopes, at least, that her being here isn't about to pose a problem, but it's still hard not to feel like everything has been upended, in a way.

"Have you started anywhere yet?"