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Five letters

R.T

I was yelled at by my teacher because I was late to class again today. I'll be shocked if I don't get thrown out. If that happens, my parents would be so mad at me. I'm glad to be in my dormitory block, though. I just want to chill out and watch TV.

I open my door and spot an envelope on the floor. We don't have letterboxes on our doors as there are mailboxes on the ground floor for our mail. So, someone slid it under the door.

Richard Tozier

I pick it up, confused, and I turn it over and open it. Who the hell is sending me stuff? It's probably Steve. He likes a practical joke. But it's not from Steve.

Dear Richard,
This may seem really weird, but I'm the guy from the coffee shop yesterday. I recognised you from somewhere but I didn't know where from. So, I did some research and it turns out, we're both from Derry. We went to the same high school and I'm slightly confused as to why we don't know eachother. There were also a few more people from Derry, too. It was just us six that went there. Meet me at the library tonight at nine.
Eddie Kaspbrak

B.H

I'm on my evening run. I go to the gym in the mornings and then go on a run around the campus in the evenings. I love the scenery of the campus but I'm almost back to my dorm block. I enter and get the elevator to my floor before opening my door. There's an enveloped thats been slid under the doorframe. I pick it up, a little confused.

Benjamin Hanscom

I open it up, not sure what to expect. It's probably from the kids who think they're better than everyone else who love a good prank.

Dear Benjamin,
This may seem weird, but I discovered we attended the same Highschool and lived in the same town. Meet me at the library tonight at nine. You aren't the only one to get a letter like this.
Edward Kaspbrak

The name sounds familiar. I don't know where from, though. I don't remember much from Derry. As I place the envelope down on my desk, there's a sharp pain in my hand. I look at my palm to see a scar. I don't know where that came from. I must've cut my palm once without realising. But how do you forget a scar?

B.M

"Come on, Beverly. Go on a date with me. You know you want to!" Tom Rogan calls out at me as I leave the coffee shop. I scoff and roll my eyes, continuing to walk to my dorm block.

Tom Rogan is a boy in my class and he is attractive but he seems like bad news. I'm not too sure on him, if I'm being honest. He's been trying to get me to date him for a whole year, despite me always saying no.

I chuckle and enter my dorm room. I share with my friend Kay McCall. She's really cool and is taking the same course as me. But, when I enter, she's sat on the sofa, holding an envelope.

"Who's that from?" I ask as I shrug my jacket off.

"I don't know. I didn't open it." She says as I sit down beside her. She hands it to me and I take it." Maybe it's a love letter from Tom."

Beverly Marsh

"Shut up." I laugh but my laughter stops abruptly as I read the letter.

Dear Beverly,
I recently discovered that we attended the same high school and lived in the same town. If I'm being honest, it's all a blur and I'm not sure if we've ever met. But, there are six of us here who attended the same high school in Derry. Meet me at the library tonight at nine.
Edward Kaspbrak

"Who is it from?" Kay asks expectantly. I wince as theres a sharp pain in my hand. I turn my hand over and look at my palm to see a scar.

"All of us were there. Back at the cistern. But we were older. Our parents ages."

"Bevvy?" Kay says and I snap out of it. I have no idea what's going on right now.

B.D

I am in love with Audra Phillips. That's the conclusion I've come to. She reminds me of my first ever girlfriend even if I can't remember what she looked like. But Audra is amazing. She's strong and funny. She's on the acting course where as I'm on the English Literature course. I hope to be an author one day. I want to write horror books.

"Hey, Audra!" I say as we enter our dorm block. We live a few doors away from one another. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back nervously." What're you doing this weekend?"

"Absolutely nothing." She replies. I grin.

"Oh cool. Well, do you maybe wanna go get coffee with me? Like a date." I ask as we walk along the hallway.

"Sure. Absolutely. I'd love to." She says as we reach her door." See you then, Bill."

"See you then." I say with a smile. She goes into her dorm with a chuckle. I make my way to mine with a grin set on my face.

When I open the door, I'm greeted by an envelope on the floor. I pick it up, really confused.

William Denbrough

Only my parents call me William. It can't be from them. They'd normally just call me on the phone. I open it up slowly.

Dear William,
Hello. This may seem super odd but I recently discovered we attended the same high school and lived in the same town. There are six of us who lived in Derry and I'm curious as to why none of us have met. We're all the same age so we'd be in the same school year. Meet me at the library tonight at nine.
Edward Kaspbrak

"Ow!" I gasp as there's a sharp pain in my hand. I look at it and there's a scar there." Wuh-wuh-what is going oh-oh-on?"

Oh god my stutter is back. I got rid of it first year of college and now it's back, and so is this scar I completely forgot about.

S.U

The birds here on college campus are stunning. Yes, I'm talking about actual birds, not women. I have the perfect woman. Patricia Blum. She is amazing and I love her so much. We've been together for just over a year. We met on the accounting course and we've been inseparable ever since.

I put my binoculars and bird book into my bag and place it onto my back. It's going to be too dark to see any birds soon, so I should head back to my dorm and make dinner for myself and my dorm mate Connor.

Connor Bowers is on the English Literature course. He's about the same height as me and has curly hair too. Except mine is brown and his is blonde. I'm also pretty sure he's gay. He just hasn't said anything about it for the past two years.

"Hi Connor." I call out as I enter my dorm. Connor is in his room and the place is a mess. Connor is so messy and it sets my OCD off. But my focus isn't on the mess. It's on the envelope lying on the floor.

Stanley Uris

I pick it up and smile. It's probably from Patty. A nice love letter from her. You mark my words, I will marry that girl. But my smile fades as I read it.

Dear Stanley,
This is the fifth letter I've written today about this. You're the sixth person in the Derry section in the schools documents. Anyway, we grew up in the same town and we attended the same high school. I'm writing because I'm confused as we've all never met despite being in the same school year. Meet me at the library tonight at nine.
Edward Kaspbrak

I'm instantly filled with dread and I don't know why. Who does he mean by all? I'm the six person? I'm so confused.

I let out a slight gasp as there's a pain in my hand and on my face. I drop my bag and rush to the bathroom, locking the door and looking at myself in the mirror. I have teeth mark scars on my face. Then I check my palm. Another scar on there. How could I forget about those scars? Where did they go? Why did no one mention the scars on my face?

"YOU'RE NOT MY FRIENDS! YOU MADE ME GO INTO NEIBOLT!"

I look my reflection and there's tears in my eyes. Why am I so scared?