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Derry, Maine. There was something weird about that town, you could feel it in the air. She could feel it in Mr. Keen's gaze, when she went to his pharmacy, to buy patches for her dancer's blisters. That gaze gave her goosebumps, even if she did not understand why. And then, Neibolt House. Mom had strictly forbidden Richie to go there to play with his friends. Maybe there were broken glasses. "It is not a place for kids" She always said. Angie did not need her mom to remind her, that place creeped her out. And Butch Bowers, with that terrible gaze behind his sunglasses, and that Henry Bowers boy, his son, with his gang, who terrified the kids of Derry to death. Angie had always tried to avoid them, especially Henry. It was easy for her, she knew how to be invisible, living in her word of dance and books. Kids went missing. Just like that. They went to school, they played football, and the next day they were gone. The mayor imposed a curfew. ("If you come back home even a minute later you will be in troubles Richie"). Pictures of missing kids everywhere. Yes, there was definitely something weird about it.
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October, 16th, 1983

Angie loved writing. Being a shy girl, it was easier for her. She was that kind of girls that professors usually love. That day, they were studying poetry.

It was such a simple poem, but she was twelve. The teacher, Mrs Dougals, complimented her.

"This is short but nice, great work Angelica".

"Thanks".

"Teacher's pet" whispered Henry Bowers from the last desk.

She felt her cheek blushing. She kept her head down for the rest of the day.

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October , 16th , 1988

Five years later.

The night disappears into the first daylights and Angie is tossing and turning. She had a weird dream. A man, maybe a shadow. He talked with a familiar voice, even if, in that moment, Angie was not capable of saying where she had heard it.

"Teacher's pet..." He was whispering, a soft, mischievous voice, even sweet, like a sort of lover.

"Teacher's pet...." The sound of a popped balloon woke up her.

She gets up slowly, her long hair falls behind her back. She comes closer to the window. The first morning lights start to rise. She can't sleep anymore, so, she starts getting ready for school.

Memories of that dream disappear while she is the shower, they slip in the discharge with her lavender shower gel.

"Richie, wake up!" Her brother is obviously still asleep, so she wants to make sure he gets up on time for school. "Good morning mom" she says, entering in the kitchen.

"Hi Angie, I just wanted to tell you that I could arrive a bit late tonight"

"Don't worry for the dinner, I can think about it"

"Good girl. Where the hell is your brother?" Her mom leaves the kitchen.

Angie gets out, Bill and Eddie, her brother's friends, are waiting for him outside with their bikes.

"Good morning guys!"

"Hi  Angie! W-w-w-we are waiting f-for R-richie" Bill says, he is such a sweet guy.

"He will be ready in a minute"  Angie smiles.

She is walking towards the school, the sun rises, it is a beautiful day, the sun rays caress her soft skin, her hair is dancing behind her back, the wind blows her skirt in the air. She closes her beautiful eyes, enjoying the sun on her skin. Many things happened, even if she did not realize it, for example the way Eddie had started to blush when she was around. She has grown up, her body has changed, her features are more defined. She is walking in the middle of the road, and she doesn't know that four people are looking at her. All of a sudden, a car slows down, she can hear rock music from it, and, with horror, she notices the Pontiac Trans Am next to her, with Bowers and his gang inside it.

Fuck...

She had heard so many rumors about them. Angie, on average, is not someone who gives importance to rumors, but, when it comes to Bowers and his gang, everything is possible. A part from Henry's worst reputation, his rage and violence, the one who really creeped her out was that Hockstetter boy. He did not have violent reactions like Henry, on the contrary, he was quite calm, now that she was thinking about it, she had never heard his voice. He always had a smirk on his face, that gave him a creepy expression. Angie looks at his grey green eyes, who are focused on her. Growing up, she had never really thought about Patrick. He knew how to disappear between people, just like her. After a bit of time, he had started to hang out with Bowers and his gang. In classroom, he was quiet, a mystery for everyone, and Angie knew that even Mrs Douglas was uncomfortable with him. Unlike students like Henry Bowers, always in troubles, it was easy for him to hide between the other classmates.

Angie feels like a prey in front of a predator.

She shivers.

"Hey hottie, do you need a lift? Get in!"

Giggles from inside the car.

"No thanks."

"Why is a pretty girl like you walking alone? Don't you need company?"

She blushes. Bowers was probably an asshole, but could not deny he was kinda cute.

"No thanks" She repeats.

"Please, one more step and I will be in the school parking, just please, go away". She thinks.

While she is walking closer to the school, she notices, relieved, that there are some professors in the school yard. Thanks God. Bowers is unpredictable, but he is not that stupid to put himself in troubles in front of adults.

"See you at school, then, hottie"

"Do not call me like that" she thinks, hissing between her teeth.

The car speeds and disappears.

Thanks God.

She knows she wouldn't ever be brave enough to talk to him like that.
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So, the original novel is set in the 50's, but I decided to set this fan fiction in the 80's, like the movie.