Dollface

Drawings H.B.

As I made my way towards first period I hugged my books to my chest, doing my best to avoid running into students that I passed in the crowded hallways. "Excuse me" I said quietly as my made my way past someone who was standing in the doorway of the classroom. "My bad" the boy nodded, stepping to the side as he continued his much to loud conversation about a female classmate and what they had accomplished over the weekend.

Rolling my eyes I made my way through the door, turning around to look for an open seat. I quickly noticed one towards the back behind a group of boys that were very well known in the community of Derry, and not in a good way. Shrugged, I started my way towards the seat, knowing that it was the only one left and I had no choice.

As I made my way down the isle I glanced down at a piece of paper that Henry Bowers had sitting on his desk. It had a drawing on it, a large face on a small body made to look like our history teacher, bucked teeth and all. Without noticing I let out a laugh before quickly clamping my hand over my mouth to silence myself.

Henry looked up at me in annoyance, a scowl on his face, my outburst gaining the attention of him and his goons. "Something funny?" He questioned, slamming his hand down over the paper. I quickly shook my head, not wanting to make the boy anymore angry. "I just liked your drawing." I answered, tightening my grip on my belongings as I awaited his reply. Knowing Bowers and his temper I never knew how he would react, no one did.

His scowl quickly morphed into a grimace. "Are you making fun of me?" he growled, narrowing his eyes, his grip on his desk tightening. "No, I wasn't! Honest!" I replied, already making an effort to step back incase he chose violence. Instead, he paused, his eyes shifting from the paper to me and back again. He opened his mouth as if to say something but before he got the chance the boom of our teachers book hitting her desk echoed through the room silencing the both of us.

"Please take your seats so that we can begin" she commanded, the gritty sound of the chalk against the board already entering my ears. I quickly hurried to the open desk and took my seat, opening my textbook as I tried my best to forget what had just happened with Bowers.

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It was nearing the end of the day, only one class left before we could all go home, but of course this class I had with Bowers. Just my luck. I stood frozen at the classroom door, much to terrified to make my way inside, as if my shoes where glued to the linoleum. People pushed there way past me to make there way inside, some giving my strange looks as they wondered why I hadn't gone in.

I didn't care honestly, to worried this would be the class he decided he was actually annoyed with that days earlier interaction and target me as he tended to do with the younger kids. "Mrs. Jackson, care you join us?" Our history teachers voice boomed as he stared directly at me, pulling me from my thoughts and thoroughly embarrassing me.

The other students in the class giggled to one another, I could feel myself turning red. "Yes sir, sorry sir" I mumbled, making my way inside and hurrying to the only open desk left, which of course was right next to Henry. I did my best to avoid his gaze, forcing all my attention on my notebook as I copied the notes down from the chalk board.

I made it through the class, successfully keeping my eyes off of Henry in hopes that he would just forget I even exhausted. A sigh of relief left my mouth as the school bell rang out over head letting us all know that the day had come to an end. I gathered my belongings, shoving my books down into my back pack and zipping it up. As Henry stood to leave the class he dropped a folded ip piece of paper onto my desk and exited without a work.

Confused I grabbed the paper, carefully unfolding it, terrified that it was some kind of written threat. To my surprise it was another drawing, this one of our history teacher. It depicted him, sweat stains covering his shirt much like they did in real like, his nose exaggeratedly large, and his pants on the verge of busting open from his gut.

I stifled a laugh, quickly folding the paper back up and sticking it in my pocket, not wanting him to see it and send me to the principal. I looked up to see Henry standing at the door as if he had been waiting for my reaction, but as soon as he noticed me looking, he left. Maybe Henry bowers wasn't so bad after all.