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𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸

~ THE END OF A TERM  ~

Doors fling open and rowdy 6th, 7th, and 8th graders spill out into the halls like sheep. Books are hurled in the trash, lockers are emptied out, papers strewn all over -- summer is officially commenced. You look down the hall and notice your bug-eyed little brother Richie walking towards the exit of the school just like an excited golden retriever puppy while being accompanied by his 'little gang', there was;
BILL DENBROUG, a handsome and gangly, a boy straight out of a Sally Mann photo, still haunted by the memory of his missing little brother, then there was
Little EDDIE KASPBRAK, an boy abnormally small for his age with his inhaler holstered in his medicine-filled fannypack just like a cowboy from the western.
Finally there was STANLEY URIS a tightly wound and repressed boy with tight curly hair and a strict father, always anxious. Oh and wears a kippah since he's jewish.
You speed walk a little faster to catch up with the group, the sound of your shoes clacking against the shiny, polished floor. As you eventually caught up to them you couldn't help but overhear their conversation:

BILL: "S-So how does it work?"
EDDIE: "They slice the tip of his dick off."

You look at them in shock and confusion, then your eyes widen
"what the fuck" you think, what are they talking about?!

RICHIE: "That can't be true, then Stan would have nothing left."
BILL just roles his eyes and continues, "For real Stan, w-what happens?"

STANLEY: 'I don't know. I read some stuff from the Torah, and make a speech and then suddenly i become a man."

RICHIE: "That sounds like a lot of work, I became a man JUST by banging Eddie's mom, and let me tell ya, that was hard work."

You groan in disgust behind the boys, sort of spooking them since they didn' realise you were there the whole time listening

"Ugh Richie you're gross, leave poor Eddie bear alone" you giggle as everyone of the boys stares at you, then to Richie, and then eventually, they laugh. As we are about turn and leave the doors of this absolute hell hole, the boys bump into possibly the worst people on this entire planet:
PATRICK HOCKSTETTER
VICTOR CRISS
BELCH HUGGINS
and last but not least. MR HENRY BOWERS.
One a lunkhead oaf, another a perpetually giggly fire-starting sociopath, a scrap and scab junk yard dog type and finally a medium height scruffy boy with flowing golden hair, a blood-thirsty stare and a switchblade in hand. They all nudge each other to look over at us and stare like predators eyeing up their prey as if they're ready to pounce. The younger boys all held their breath as they quickly waddled past the menacing pack of older boys just like scared little bunnies running from wolves, and i just stood up straight, perked out my chest and strutted past them swaying my hips hoping to look as attractive as possible and possibly hoping to catch a stare from a very certain boy.

I look behind while flipping my hair and catch ALL OF THEM staring at me;

Belch staring in awe with is mouth open.

Victor almost practically drooling.

Patrick winking.

And Henry doing all of the above, (apart from the winking) instead he bites his lip looks me up and down.

I quickly turn my head around and i feel the butterflies swarming around my stomach to the realisation that The Bowers Gang find me attractive...

"Ho-ly Fuck"

A/N ~~~ Hey guys! I'm so sorry that i've been away for so long, i recently got locked out of my wattpad and couldn't get back in for so long, i've missed writing these stories and i pinky promise that i will continue with this story and it will become greater in the near future, THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR AMAZING SUPPORT I LOVE YOU ALL!!! <3