Writing dumps

IT oc fanfic snippet

(A/N): And here is a piece I wrote back in 2019 when I had my IT phase. This is not a finished chapter but feel free to continue reading.
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Gwendolyn POV
If I had one wish, it be to live someplace other than this shitty town. Derry, Maine. I mean there's missing posters of kids my age at every corner, a lot of the men are perverted or just plain dicks, and everyone here is a fucking psychopath! Honestly living with my parents back in England would probably still be better than this dump. But , I also hate this town cause I didn't exactly have a good experience here, my two friends here died when I was three years old. The culprit was never caught, I recalled telling the police that a clown killed my friends, but they never believed me. I wouldn't believe myself either. But that one event was enough for my parents to move as far away as possible.

Back in the present, I hear the struggling of my brothers, Liam, Thomas, and Zach as they tries to unload the car from our luggage. Little Archie just stands to side in his cute little cargo shorts and his Spider-Man t-shirt. I find it funny that my brothers each have to use three luggages to carry their clothes, while I only need to one. I glanced away to examine the house. It's a two story house, painted a cool gray, the porch was a pure white, and two windows faced the lawn, which also connected to a platform for people to sit or walk on if they wanted to.(I feel like this be a run-on sentence. I'm sorry Idfk how to describe this shit lmao) My twin brother, Zachary, came up behind me and spun me around, and jokingly asks, "Well? You gon' help or not?"

I simply breathed out my nose and smiled as a form of a laugh. Turned back around to face the rest of my brothers, specifically Liam. "Tell me again why where living HERE? Here of all places?!" My useless complaining didn't faze him as much as I though it would. Liam simply rolled his eyes, and continued ignoring me. Dickhead. He stopped for a second, "Alright. Alright. I got this. Just go inside guys. I'll get these bags out eventually." Liam gave us all, expect Archie, our own personal key to the house.

I'm still pretty bugged about living here, but I go up to the porch, Thomas, Zach, and Archie follow right behind. Gingerly unlocking the door, before making a mad dash upstairs to grab the best room. My brothers realized what I was doing, and also began tumbling up the stairs.

I managed to get what I wanted. I claimed the room with a window that led out to the platform. The room was only big enough for a bed and a dresser, but I'll probably manage to fit my sketchbooks and novels someplace. I began planning out ideas for my room. Bed will go in the left corner right next to the corner. Dresser will be in the across from my bed, but a little closer to the far bottom left corner of the room. And maybe Thomas can help me build shelves sort of above my bed. Yep, perfect.

After finishing planning out the room, I slid downstairs to the sound of Liam calling me by my nickname, "Sunflower." Once I'm down there, he simply passes me my single luggage bag, and ruffles my shoulder-length, wavy hair, before he walks to his own room to probably hang up his clothes.

I have trouble dragging the fucking thing up the stairs, but manage to make it back safely. The bag makes a flop sound against the tile floor, when I lazily threw it down. I began to unpack certain things. Like my face creams, toothbrush, makeup, hair brushes, and feminine products . After quickly putting everything in it's place in the bathroom, I walk back into my empty room, flipping on the switch to turn the light back on. The light flickered, before finally lightening up the dark room. It was pitch black outside, beautiful white stars sprinkled the night sky.

I went ahead, and decided to make my own makeshift bed. After that was done, I decided to turn in early, slipping on a cute white babydoll pajamas, the frilly material was loose enough for me to feel comfortable in.

I slid into the bathroom, just across from my room, my bright yellow socks making it easier to slide across the tile floor.
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(A/N): And that's where I gave up on writing it
Sorry for the cut off but I don't have the motivation to even finish this