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𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

ok, once i finish rewriting this book, should i make a sequel? i despised this book but now, slowly improving, and i'm slowing enjoying it as i rewrite. lmk if you do!

i was sure i was fine. perfectly safe. however, i was kind of dumb. because, i see them when i finish classes for the day. i roll my eyes. oh god. i feel him grab my wrist, turning me around, facing him.

He smirks. I don't even know his name. "Fuck off, I snapped. "Ooh, feisty, I like it, He smirks."Henry, Henry Bowers." Weird way of introducing himself, especially since he obviously has no manners.

"Well, Henry, You wouldn't like my fist hitting your face, I threatened. His friends chuckle, his expression showing he was pissed. I hope he listens. I really don't feel like punching someone.

"You can't even throw a punch, you're a girl, His dark-haired friend pipes in. "Oh yeah? I say. I swing, hitting Henry straight in the face, his nose actually.

He groans. "You bitch!" "Thank you, I replied, and bolting. I ran as fast as I could. I'd probably get in trouble later but whatever. I go in my car, driving not slow but not super fast either. I could hear their car behind mine.

I go faster, my heart pounding. I knew he was so pissed. I didn't even have to see his face. I'm so screwed. At least, until I get home. But I couldn't let them find out where I lived so I took a different way which led them off of my trail.

I got home. I sigh of relief. It had been the end of the day when I managed to get into their way. I panted, my breathing heavy. My heart calmed down, but I still was so anxious I could explode at any given moment.

My stomach growled. I had lunch, but i guess i was hungry from the adrenaline. So, i go back in my car. Mom and Dad still working, so i had time, and headed to the store. I was shaking from anger. How could they be such pieces of shit? I wondered in my mind if they were born fucked up or lived in a fucked up home.

Either way, I hated them. I didn't know who they were, really, but i hated those creeps. if i ever see them again, which i probably will, i won't hesitate to punch them.

A little extreme but they were idiots. Total idiots who didn't have a good taste in fashion. I got to the store and picked out some snacks, then paid for them.

I see the familiar car that was following me nearby. They probably weren't there for me. I knew this because they were all huddled around, smoking.

Gross

I subtly avoid them, and get back in my car with my snacks. I got home and saw a note from my parents.

Hey honey, we had to work a little later than usual. We're so sorry and wish we here with you, of course. Take care of yourself. And there's money for dinner because you'll eventually get hungry.

When we get back, tell us about your first day.

Love, Mom and Dad.

My parents were very hardworking and motivated people. I liked those qualities. I hoped I would have those, you need a good work ethic for work, so... hopefully. But, i wish they were less busy. Back home, they worked quite a lot.

During those ices, i had Mason. Now, I'm on my own. Which feels so... weird. Even though he had his own life, he would come and help me.

I think they were trying to cope by working so late. Missing Mason was so hard. And I had to remember I wasn't the only one mourning. So were my parents. It was probably the hardest on them. Losing their firstborn, I can't imagine that.

But I did lose a sibling. The better part of me. Well, older part of me, if you will. I sigh, going down on the couch, turning on some TV. The News was reporting the growing number of missing kids in derry.

What was going on? Some Serial killer on the loose or something?

"This is the apparent 20th case of a missing child. Please, if any of you have information involving any of the cases, call 911, the derry police."

Unfortunately, I don't know anything. I just moved here. I doubted Mom knew of this. She wasn't from Derry. Dad was, the only reason he even came back was with Mom's insistence.

He told me he left when he was eighteen, because derry isn't an ideal place to live. Mom must be very persuasive. but i think she'll learn soon enough. I got hungry so i ordered myself some pizza.

I changed channels, and found something i liked. If it wasn't TV, It was art and books. I wasn't the best artist, but I was decent and had a lot of drawings from my old house hung up in my room.

Anything creative in general I was interested in. I showed that at a very young age. Mom believed in me and so did Dad. I was glad to have supportive parents. My brother as well. I pause the show i was watching, before going upstairs.

I grew curious. the room which should have been his wasn't far from mine. though, i knew his room wouldn't have been used often, he moved out when he became 18. Mason was super responsible. So his death was unexpected.

I hold in my breath, opening the door. Why was I so nervous? His room had boxes, only boxes. his Bed, sure, but not made, only his bed frame and mattress. Mom plans on using this for the guest room.

I softly smile then go back to the entertainment. Not long after, the pizza came. My favorite, Pepperoni and Cheese.

Cliché and Basic, but still good. Sometimes the more simple things are the better. Something Mom taught me, and I stand by it.

Simple.

I wish things were simple, like things once were. i miss those days. i think mom and dad do too.