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{You're the light of my life. Why is it I'm the dark and despair of yours?}
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Henry was aggressively pushing everyone out of his way. You booked it to your class, hoping they didn't see you. You were now panicking. Why you may ask? Because you were in a horror movie with a killer clown.
Hastily running down the halls and hitting many corners you eventually ran into someone. And knocked them down. The both of you yelped.
Quickly getting up you walked over to the person you knocked over, a small and petite boy. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" You offered your hand out to said boy. He just looked up at you. "Damn. You're hot."
Smiling slightly you offered your hand again. You were currently face to face with one of your favorite characters in the entire movie. Richie Tozier. "I know, don't need to remind me." You said while he grabbed your hand and up pulled him up.
Looking past him, you then realized you didn't know where you were. The boy who you know as Richie, only stared at you with an unreadable expression. "Hey, where's the principal's office? I kinda need my schedule."
Richie snapped out of whatever he was thinking and nodded his head. "Oh yeah, follow me." He said before turning around and leading you to (hopefully) the principal's office.
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Feeling Richie watch as you left to your class, was not a really good feeling. You had just gotten your schedule and were on your way to your English class. You didn't mind English. Math was... something. You sighed and opened the door to said class.
Frowning slightly, you were met with a dead inside looking teacher, with dead inside looking students. Oh, Eddie and Victor was in that class. That made you nervous. But you just had to deal with it. Eddie was fine.
All you needed to do was survive this week or, whatever was left of this week. Then prepare for the worst. As July and August were going to be a huge hurt train. "Hey- Hey! Are you going to introduce yourself or not?" The teacher asked.
Deadpanning, you spoke up "My bad, my name is Y/n." The teacher rolled their eyes. "Whatever, just go sit down next to Eddie. Raise your hand Eddie." The small and petite boy did so. You sent him a smile and walked over and sat next to him.
The teacher rambled on and on about, honestly you didn't know. You didn't really care either. As long as they didn't randomly call on students then you would be okay. However, mid-way into class harsh-breaths could be heard sitting next to you.
Looking over to Eddie, you saw him breathing heavily and looking extremely panicked. Furrowing your eyebrows you asked, "Dude, you alright?" He barely responded and shook his head ever so slightly.
That worried you. "Do you need to go to the nurses office?" He nodded his head quickly. So you raised your hand and got Eddie out of the room and into the nurses office. Through that entire fiasco, you had felt eyes grazing on your back.
Deciding to not worry about it, you continued the class with no issues. Then it was time to switch classes. Mathematics was next. Much to your displeasure. You hated that class.
Even as you stepped foot inside said class you noticed something that sucked. You knew no one. Not even anyone from the Bowers Gang was in that class. Which is probably a good thing.
The teacher finally came in as well of the rest of the students. Eventually the rest of class was over, and it was time for lunch. It had only been a couple of hours and you're already tired of this school.
Snatching up your stuff and walking down the school's hallway was no easy task. People were just like in present times, stopping for no reason, hugging, gossiping, smoking, etc. The teachers here obviously don't care.
You accidentally ran into someone while trying to avoid another person who wasn't paying attention. You were unlucky once more. It was a girl, which was at least a little better. Gretta Keene.
"What where you're going dweeb." She sneered. You rolled your eyes and walked away. But still feeling her eyes on you as you left. Sighing as you eventually found the cafeteria. You were met with a horrid sight however.
But it felt so familiar too. Annoying teenagers were screaming. And you could have sworn that people were getting beaten, but you couldn't be sure since you couldn't see the back of the cafeteria.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. Turning around quickly, you saw the same person you ran into just moments ago.
The smile she sent you seemed strained. "You're cute! What's your name?" She asked. "Y/n." Your eyebrows furrowed. She patted you on the back and walked you over to some other girls. "Are you hungry?" You nodded slowly.
You saw the movie, you know full well she is not at all nice. 'So why me?' "Girls, go get her some food." She said and instantly two girls got up and left to go get some food. But before they had left, they sent you a mean glare.
One that you sent back. Sitting down with Gretta was not a pleasant feeling. Especially since you could feel the prying eyes of a certain ginger sitting quite a few tables down from her, probably out of fear.
You sent her a sad look. Causing her to send you a confused expression back. Gretta looked to where you were looking. Her eyes narrowed. 'Beaverly.' The thought disgusted her. You were far to pretty to let someone as dirty as her to simply be around you.
So that's what she was going to do. She was never gonna let you leave her tight grasp.
