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Chapter 1

The room was dark but not fully because of the bright light coming from the full moon in the sky. It was pretty empty not much to fill it but a bed, a tiny stool used as a nightstand, a small dresser, a small rug that sat crooked in the floor, and an old, wooden rocking chair. There was no closet but there was a small window above the bed which was the only since of light the room had because of the lack of a light in the room. The walls were an off white color and the floors were hard wood with the color fading. There was no vents in the room so there was no air conditioning so what ever the weather was outside was also what it was in that room.

And this one of a kind bedroom belonged to Richie Tozier. He had raven colored, curly hair and the front curls would usually hid his hazel brown eyes and the freckles that laid across his face. His lips were light colored and plump looking and they always sat in a pouty position. His facial structure was immaculate with his big cheekbones and sharp jawline it was incredible. He had pale colored skin all of the times of the year. He was fairly tall compared to other people his age. He is thin, a whole lot thinner than he should be and has no muscle on his bones at least none that anyone can see. Oh and he has glasses that make his eyes look bigger than normal that always sit on the tip of his nose.

The window is cracked and it is raining but there is a tad bit of a breeze so every time the wind blows his curls flow in the wind. He always keeps his window cracked for some air flow but he always opens it a little more when it is raining because he likes the sound of it. It calms him it is one of his comfort things. Tall boy stands up from his criss cross sitting position on the bed to crack open the window up to half way and plops back down in the same position. He looks back down to see the empty book that sat in front of Richie. It has a lot of potential but for what apparently? The guidance counselor had called him to her office earlier that day to discuss with him about his recent strange and sad behavior. She's new so Richie gave her some slack for it.

*earlier that day*

"Hi Mr. Tozier! Come sit!"
"Hi"
"My name is Suzanne snipe but you can call me Ms. Snipe okie?"
"Um ok"
"Uh good good so uh I just wanted to see how you have been doing lately? What are your friends names?"
Oh god not this again
"Uh I'm doing good and uh I don't really have any close friends kinda just friends with everybody ya know just kind um talking to anybody when ever."
Well that was super convincing Richie she probably call your ass for your social skills being drier than the math teachers vagina on a Friday night.
"Hm ok that's interesting that's nice that your friends with everybody I like that."
She paused for a second noticing that Richie had not taken his eyes off of his hands since they walked in. The bouncing of his leg only increased the more they spoke. He continued to fiddle with his fingers and she looked down to see the binder full of papers to the brim under his hands on his lap. She remembered seeing him drawing something in it when she first saw him then it hit her. She pushed back from her desk rolling back and stopping her self by grabbing onto one of the handles on the desk drawers. She pulled out a small black leathered journal that had a pen attached to the side. She pulled herself back into the desk and pulled herself back into the desk and dropped the small journal in front of Richie which startled him and made him jump a little in his chair turning his attention to the small book and then her. She noticed but didn't say anything.
"When I first saw you I saw you drawing something in you binder there and so I though maybe you would like this journal too."
Richie looked at her confused but thankful
"Um thank you this is a nice journal."
"And it doesn't have to be a journal I mean you can do anything you want with it but it's best use for me is to write how I feel so when I don't have anyone to talk to about my feeling I can let them out on a sheet of paper but again your choice whatever you want to use it for." She said with a smile on her face.
I know exactly what she is doing and I hate that idea but she is nice enough to care about me so I'll fall into her little trap because I don't really care anymore.
"Yea that would be a great idea, thank you so much Ms. uh uh.....
"Snipe"
"Yea uh snipe"
They sat in awkward silence before Ms. Snipe broke the silence
"If you ever need someone to talk to I'm always here, okay?"
Richie just nods his and pushes the hair out of his face and gives her a small smile. He gets up out of the chair and walks out to class.

*back in his bedroom*

Richie took the pen that was attached to the side of the journal and slid it out of the strap and clicked the top with his chin and then un clicked it again with his chin and he continued clicking it until he finally brought the tip of the pen down to the thin piece of paper.

9/16/94

Hello my name is Richie Tozier. I am 17 years old. I'm really fucking lazy and I don't feel like writing about my sad life right now so you can find more about me later. My guidance teacher gave this to me for "anything" but we all know the real reason so why not. Hey maybe I need to look on the bright side of things...... haha sorry I needed to take a break and laugh at that. Welp I'm tired so I'm going to stop writing in this now. I may or may not open this again.

Yours truly,
Richie