Trauma (PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION)

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I ride my bike down the streets hoping to remember the names for the future, Jackson Street, Harris Avenue and Neibolt Street three of the not many streets in Derry Maine. I ride by the school I'd be going to after summer but one thing that I see makes my blood boil. I drop my bike and run around a school bus, catching a kippah in mid air about to go in the now moving bus window making the boys stare at me. Four of the boys that looked three to four years older then me stood up at their right height one stepping closer to me.

"So y'all in Derry like to bully those smaller and weaker then you?" I ask in a firm tone.

"And who might you be missy?" The one with the mullet says who I assume to be the leader, observing that the other three stand back smirking I look from the kippah in my hands to the teenage boy.

"Y/n Esquivel, how about you wanna be Rob Lowe?"

"Henry Bowers missy," he says licking his lips "you have no place here kid go home" he turns away my eyes widen as I finally lose it.

I tap him on the shoulder and as soon as he turns u kick him in the jaw then in the gut making him fall gasping for breath. The skinny boy with brown hair, a nasty mustache and acne swings at me making me grab his arm and rotate it backwards so that his palm is facing the guys my age. He groans trying to break free from my grasp on his arm instead of letting go I trip him making him fall face first on the concrete, the other two pick Henry and the other guy of the floor and run away.

"Well who's is this?" I ask holding up the kippah. The curly haired boy holds up his hand and I hand the kippah to him, "let's start over I'm Y/n and I just moved here, who are y'all."

"I-I'm B-Bill th-this is Stan and E-Eddie and-"

"Where the fuck did you learn that!?" The boy with coke bottle glasses asks loudly.

"That's Richie," Bill says embarrassed making me giggle.

"Okay then nice to meet all of y'all and I learned all that from my parents."

Flashback

"Okay you have eyes locked on your target?" My dad asks laying down next to me on the roof. Me as an eight year old holding the large gun while laying down next to dad.

"Yes sir."

"Okay, ready, aim, fire."

I pull the trigger shooting a bird right in the chest, my dad and I stand up sand he high fives me. We get off the roof and I run to tell my mom.

End of Flashback

"Who the fuck are your parents?!" Richie asks again super loudly.

"Clarice Starling and Tomas Esquivel both agents of the FBI are my parents." I say calmly the four boys starstruck stare at me until I break the silence once more. "Well I should go. So I'll see y'all around."

"Um yeah w-we were going to the barrens tomorrow, I-if you wanna come?" Bill asks I've heard of the barrens and the missing kids cases from dad and mom but I figure that these kids are fine they won't do any harm which leads me to my decision.

"I'd love to come I'll meet you there," I say Bill's face lighting up as Richie has a shocked expression. I run across the street to my bike and begin pedaling home though in the corner of my eye I see something red flouting upwards.

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