No More School

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Y/N POV
It was the last day of school, last class. We were almost done. The teacher asked a question and called on a boy, Richard. I think he goes by Richie though. I've heard people say his name in the hallway a bit. He says a stupid yet goofy answer and the teacher sighs. She then asked another student and got the correct answer.

"What a goofy person," I whispered. Then the bell rang.

"Have a good summer and remember there'll be the summer experience paper this fall," she told us.

Most of the students ran out of the room. Clearly too excited for this summer. I on the other hand, did not have any real plans. Probably just going to that drug store downtown and messing with bubble wands and chalk down there too. Everyone deserves some fun. I pulled out my Walkman and put on my headphones, planning on putting a cd in when I got to my bike.

While I walked, I heard this one boy with a group of other boys say 'jewy test', what goofy wording. I rolled my eyes and went towards one of the trash cans when I made my way outside. My bike was near one of them so it made it easy to do. I pulled out the things I didn't need for the summer and the next school year. Papers, a few pencils, pens, some folders.

While I was tossing my stuff out I heard a boy say, 'best feeling ever', which I will agree with. Not worrying about that stuff is great. I then pulled out my Madonna cd from my bag and put it into my Walkman.

"I can't wait to be done here," I said to myself as I heard Henry Bowers and then he pushed me to the ground.

"Loser, you'll never be done here. Even with this town," he said snarling.

I didn't say anything but checked on my Walkman to see if it was broken at all and sighed when it was. It was a birthday present from my aunt and it was just completely crushed. It was able to be fixed at all. I stood up and threw it away while crying softly. I then heard a thud and looked over to see a group of guys on the ground with Richie being among them. I saw Patrick throw something into an open bus window. Which was interesting since those things are so small. I set my bag down and walked over to the group.

"Losers," Bowers taunted while Belch did what his name implied.

"Y-You s-s-suck Bowers," one of the guys said being confronting him.

"Y-Y-Y-You s-say s-s-something Bi-Bi-Billy," Bowers asked taunting him, "you got a free ride this year cause of your little brother, rides over Denbrough. This summer's gonna hurt for you and your faggot friends."

I saw Henry and his gang leave in a car. After he left I heard Richie say something, "I wish he'd go missing."

"He's probably the one doing it."

I walked up to the group of boys and spoke up, "um hello?"

"Hey sexy lady," Richie joked

"Beep beep Richie," the curly hair boy said.

"I'm sorry but did he say your last name was Denbrough and that your little brother went missing," I asked the one, whose name was Bill.

"Y-Y-Yeah," he said.

I started tearing up and looked down, "I was with him on that one rainy day a while ago. We chased down the paper boat he had together," I looked back up at the group and sighed, "he said you made it. He thought you'd kill him if he didn't bring it back with him. I guess that didn't happen."

"What," Richie yelled, "you saw him!"

"T-That w-w-was th-the night h-he w-went missing," Bill said.

"Oh I'm so sorry," I said and tried comforting him, "here let me give you my home phone number and address so you can call me if you need any help or comforting," I said then wrote it down on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

"Whoo! Go Billy, getting a girls number," Richie joked.

"Quit it trashmouth," the shortest one said, he then turned to me and pointed to himself then the curly hair guy, "I'm Eddie. He's Stan."

"Nice meeting you guys. I hope your guy's summer is fun, I have to go home now," I said and then walked towards my bike then got on and then rode back home. I got up to my room and sighed. I did not expect to meet Georgie's older brother today.

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