Pennywise x alt female reader

Chapter 1 - New Girl In Town

N/A: If this fanfic is cringe, sorry I'm using this as a way to cope

You sigh, looking at your phone dreading the start of summer... You see the time, It's 8 am on a Thursday.. You'll be moving later today, isn't that nice?? No, it wasn't. Nothing is nice, all you feel is the pain from moving so much. You hated being the new girl in town, you hated making friends just to leave them. You look over and see your outfit you made for today.

You took off your PJ's and put on your clothes following the boots you ALWAYS wore

Now you were ready to start the day. You yawned and went down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Your mom was there looking at you with a disgusted face. She always hated how you dressed, but it's not like you had room to care about what she thinks. You cared about moving. Your mom sighed and changed her expression completely.
"Well, do you have all your things packed to move to Derry with your grandmother??" She said, trying not too pay that much attention to my attire.
"Yes mom, I have everything, don't worry" I say, pushing her out of the way so I could eat some nice fresh pancakes. I don't know why, I normally didn't eat breakfast... But I adored the thought of pancakes today, also making my favorite coffee. Coffee was like a medicine or a therapist, it calmed me down, it understood me, it kept me under control. It was the only thing I had anymore. My mom walked out of the room, she didn't seem to enjoy talking to me, ever. Frankly, I didn't care. You made the pancakes and coffee and sat down at the nice, wooden table, placing down the pancakes in a glass plate, as well as the coffee in a mug. You reached for your sketchbook across the table, drawing skulls and clowns. You liked the scary genre, but if you ever saw something scary in real life you'd probably shit your britches or just stare at whatever is scary.

you managed to eat your pancakes and you just finished your last sip of coffee, you felt relaxed after the last sip. It was addicting. You had the urge to want to drink more, but you didn't, because making more coffee is too much of an effort. You went straight into your room again packing the last of your things, you made sure to double check everything. As you look around your room to make sure nothing is laying around somewhere, you sigh. It's all clear, and the only thing you have left is your furniture you'll have to put in the moving truck. You get all your suitcases and backpacks and move them in the living room, which is near the front door. You sit on the couch and await for your grandma.