𝑴𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍~𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

C1~Monday

"Oh my god, wake up already!" Richie shook me aggressively whilst screaming down my ear in attempts to wake me up. It worked, I just didn't show it, I wanted to annoy him.

"Natalie!" He shouted, growing more and more impatient.

"Ugh, what do you want Rich? It's like, 6." I grumbled. I was right aswell, I checked my alarm: 06:35.

"School dimwit! Starts at 8, hurry up." My brother rolled his eyes as he tugged on my arm.

"Why are you so eager to go to school, you nerd?" I asked.

"No reason. Just come on you have like, an hour or something and last time we were late all because you had 'nothing to wear.' Now get out of bed! Come...on!" He tugged harder. I slapped his hands away and laughed.

"Okay, okay. I will. Just get out of my room."
And he did so. I threw my duvet across my bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took a warm shower before going back to my room to change, and return to the bathroom to brush my teeth afterwards. I shoved my hair into a loose, messy bun which went well with my outfit- it was plain, a red shirt with my jeans and black converse. I grabbed my bag from the corner of my room and threw my textbooks inside, alongside my jacket incase it got cold.

"Morning sweetie, I made pancakes-

"Sorry mom, I'm not really that hungry. I'll have something at school." I said, cutting her off. Mom sighed,

"Oh well, more for your brother then!"

"Cool." I replied dimly, throwing my bag over my shoulder and heading towards the door.

"Hey! Wait for me, I'm not ready!" Richie exclaimed shoving the last pancake into his mouth.

"Tough shit." I opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind me.

"Fucking Bitch!" I heard from behind me. Richie rode towards me on his bike, and flipped me off before stopping next to me.
"You're in such a shitty mood, whats up?"

"Nothing is up, Rich." I said.

"Then why are you acting like this, huh?" He snapped.

"Jeez, calm down. You're being over dramatic, are you sure you're okay?"
The boy glared at me and shrugged his shoulders. He looked frustrated.

"It's that fucking Henry Bowers and his gang again." He said, lowering his head. Henry Bowers had been bullying him and his friends for some time now, and it was stressing him out alot .

"But I thought I got it sorted? I spoke to them- they said they've stopped." I replied. I was heavily disappointed in them for carrying on, but I wasn't surprised, really.

"Nuh-uh. Yesterday they had us in the corridor and mocked Billy, then they tried to take Stan's kippah off of his head. Just being dicks, basically."

"I'll sort them out, I promise." I spoke. As we were walking to school, I felt eyes watching us from somewhere. It was unsettling. Creepy. I turned my head around but there was nothing there, until I spotted a blue trans-Am. Henry motherfucking Bowers. I pretended like I didn't see anything and turned my head back and continued walking. They're weird. The whole group, they're all weirdos. Especially Patrick Hockstetter. Who kills animals and enjoys it? You'd think no-one, but Patrick did. He loved it so much, he had a certain spot where he'd store all of the decaying corpses.

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We made it into school, and Richie had now left for his friends who were waiting for him by his locker. I had met up with my best friend, Sabrina.
"Hey Nat!" She smiled.
"Hey." I replied. She looked at me confused. I shrugged my shoulders in response.
"Everything okay?"
"Mhm, woke up on the wrong side of the bed I think."
"I think you'll be fine after you've had something to eat?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow. I don't know why I woke up in such a sour mood, but I guess I didn't care. I'm usually like this anyways, except I was pissed off. All Bowers has done this year is give me and my brother grief- mostly my brother. He stopped bothering me a while back when I threatened him with his own knife. We both got into a heated argument after school because he tried to drown my brother in a nearby fountain, and he pulled his knife out on me to try and act intimidating. I grabbed it out of his hand with a struggle, I must admit but got hold of it and pulled it on him. From then on he's been more of the friendly type of 'bully' than whatever he is to my brother.