Chapter 1// the realization

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It was just another school day in Derry, Maine except today was the last day of school before the summer break. Stan, Bill, and Richie were walking down the hall to the last class of the day. Soon a small brown-haired boy named Eddie joined the conversation. Then ran up Ben and Mike a few seconds later Beverly but they had a different class to go to, they just dropped in to say hi.

"Man Eds last day of sophomore year, can you believe it?" Richie said excitedly.  "Yeah dude it's crazy, and don't call me Eds!" "Ya know you love it, little spaghetti man." " Whatever." Eddie said. "Ok trashmouth let's get to class befo-" Stan began to say before he was cut off by the bell. They were gonna be late. Everyone but Richie gasped. He honestly didn't give a shit but the rest of them, on the other hand, were rushing to their lockers grabbed their books, and sped down the hallway.

"Come on Richie!!" Eddie yelped down the hall. Richie had just got to his locker he grabbed his books slowly and started slowly down the hall. Eddie swung around ran to Richie and grabbed his hand and ran as fast as he could to the classroom "slow down Eds" Eddie didn't listen. They got into the classroom and as soon as their butts hit the seat the beginning bell ran. Eddie, Stan, and Bill sighed and wished to themselves "just made it." The way they sat was Eddie in the front, Richie in the back, Stan and bill next to each other in the middle.

By the start of class, Richie felt funny like he was all fluttery inside. And he only felt this way after Eddie had grabbed his hand. "Maybe it's cause I was walking so fast," he thought to himself. But deep down he knew it was something else, something bigger more explanatory. It had to be something with Eddie because he felt like this anytime he was touched or brushed by Eddie's soft delicate hands. He felt this way but he didn't understand why. But then it hit him, HE LIKED EDDIE!!

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