𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 || bill denbrough

1

The guys never gave me that look as they did when they saw Brooke Shields or Cindy Crawford on the movie screen. Why would they, after all? I was a girl with no boobs, no butt, and I wasn't particularly attractive, well that was until I started eighth grade. Puberty slammed upon me like a freight train. Even though puberty did hit me hard I was never considered popular. Though whenever I walked through the doors of my useless school I would always get looks. The boys would whistle and the girls would whisper. I was like a piece of art if anything. I was always observed and by looking at me you could make up your own mind on why I look the way I do. Why do I have pimples all over my face yet I was so magical at the same time. I always leave you wanting more.

My alarm clock rang across my room, jolting me awake from my dream. 12th of June, 1989., The last day of school before summer vacation. I slid out of bed slowly as I realised the thrilling news that school was over. "Finally!" I thought to myself.

I checked my alarm clock and read 7:04 a.m. I only had a half-hour to get dressed for school, so I dashed to my wardrobe. Because I was obsessed with fashion, choosing an outfit was typically a breeze for me. Something attractive but not overly so, and I don't want to go overboard with layers because it's going to be hot today. My walkie-talkie started buzzing all of a sudden."Steven hurry up and pick your outfit." Richie Tozier a trash mouth comedic boy said threw the walki talki. Richie was my best friend ever since the first grade. We tell each other everything and when I say everything I mean everything. I am the only person who knows he is secretly gay and well, he's the only person who knows that I am madly in love with Bill another one of my best friends. "Your going to give every guy in the school a boner no matter what you wear so don't sweat it." I rolled my eyes at Riches childish comment and grabbed out my flared denim jeans, a royal blue halter neck crop top and my denim jacket to pull the outfit together. I then quickly strolled over to my walki talki to reply to Richie rude remarks. "You really know how to make a girl feel special don't you Rich." I giggle.
"Well, what can I say, it's a natural talent." Richie chuckled. I put the walki talki down on my vanity and walked over to my queen-sized bed. I then proceeded to effortlessly take off my pastel blue nightgown revealing a doughy, lace, white bralette and matching underwear that faltered my body perfectly. I slipped on my flared light wash denim jeans along with my blue shirt.

I took my makeup palette from one of the drawers beneath my vanity and began to apply the misty blue tint to my eyelids along with mascara, bringing attention to my brown eyes. To cover up my acne, I applied a light amount of concealer. I curled my dark hair, which was now perfectly cascading down the front part of my body, just as my doorbell rang.

I rushed down my empty, houses stairs to open the door and see Bill. "H-Hi Steven," Bill said looking me up and down. Bill lived around the corner from me so he always rode me to school due to the fact that I don't have a bike. "Hi Bill, let me just grab my bag!" I ignored bill staring at my pretty figure and went to grab my bag from the kitchen, there on the table was a note from my mother. My mom was never around because she was a full-time surgeon at our local hospital. The note read:

"Hi, sweetie! I hope you have an amazing last day of school! I can't wait for you to have such a great summer! I'll see you tomorrow, I love you, mom."

I smiled at my mum's note and grabbed my ripped up school bag. When I came back Bill was still standing in the same position. "Y-you look n-nice today," Bill spoke as I shut the door.
"Billy you say that every day it's starting to not feel like a compliment anymore." I smiled, making Bill laugh awkwardly.
"You all ready?" Bill said hopping onto his bike.
"Yep!" I push my hair behind my ears and got onto the back of Bill's bike wrapping my arms around his waist.