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                 ୨♡୧ — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

▌ 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 to the school and was hoping she wasn't late.

She walked up the steps and stepped into the school. "I'm finally going to leave this prison." She mumbled to herself. When she walked in, she saw that she wasn't late.

She went over to her locker and put her things in it. Bowers then came over and banged his fist on the locker next to Lydia's.

"So, how do you feel now it's the last day of school. I bet you won't have any friends to hang out with." Henry teased.

"Actually, I'm glad it's the last day of school because I won't get to see you!" Lydia retorted.

"Hopefully." She mumbled to herself.

"You'll never escape me, Lydia." Bowers whispered. "Wow! You actually said my real name instead of friendless!" Lydia said sarcastically.

Bowers began to walk away.

Lydia was surprised by how well she stood up for herself. She was never really able to do that before. Looks like it being the last day of school gave her confidence.

Lydia moved on with her day until the last bell rang.

As she was walking out of the school, she saw a group of friends standing over at the trash cans dumping their supplies into it.

They were known as the losers club. Lydia had spoken to Bill once, but it was just for something with schoolwork. When the group of kids were about to leave. Henry Bowers came up. He grabbed Richie's backpack, making him fall to the ground. It wasn't just him. It was his whole gang there.

Lydia wanted to go up to him and say something, but she was too scared to. She walked over slowly, but instead of saying something, she just stood there.

She watched as everything happened. Bowers and his gang suddenly stopped picking on the losers club and went over to Lydia. "Well, look who we have here. The friendless bitch." Bowers smirked as his friends snickered.

The Berman girl tried to fight back the tears until Henry Bowers said something so awful. "Maybe you should disappear like Betty did. It's not like there is anyone who would care since you have no friends. Even your mom doesn't care about you."

Lydia couldn't fight back the tears anymore. Soon, tears were streaming down her face. Bowers snickered as he walked away. He pushed past Bill and was going over to his car. "You s-s-s-suck Bowers!" Bill exclaimed. Henry and his gang turned around to look at the boy. "Shut up, Bill." Eddie muttered.

"You s-s-s-say something, B-B-B-Billy." Henry said as he moved Bill. "You got a free ride this year because of your little brother. Rides over, Denbrough." Bowers spoke as he walked closer to him.

Henry looked behind Bill to see none other than his dad, who was a police officer. Henry then started to step back. "This summer is going to be a hurt train for you and your faggot friends." Bowers spoke. He then licked his hand and put it against the Denbrough boys face.

Him and his gang then walked away. "Wish he'd go missing." Richie said. "He's probably the one doing it." Eddie spoke.

They then watched as Bowers drove off, but Lydia was still standing there, looking at the ground, her arms crossed and tears still streaming down her face.

The losers club then walked over to the auburn haired girl. "Are you okay?" Eddie asked. Lydia didn't respond. "Hey, don't listen to him, okay?" Bill said. Lydia gave a small nod, still not making eye contact. "He's just an asshole." Stan spoke. The auburn haired girl looked up and smiled at the group.

Nobody has ever been this nice to her. "Thanks." She said simply. "No problem." Bill smiled. "Well, I better get going." Lydia spoke as she wiped away her tears.

"Well, uh, we were wondering if later, you would like to come with us to the barrens?" Richie spoke. Richie didn't hate Lydia. They had never spoken, but besides all of his jokes and sometimes not intended rude comments, he still was nice.

"Really? Sure, I'd love to!" Lydia smiled. "See you later!" The girl exclaimed as she walked away. The losers club just waved.

Lydia thought to herself, 'Did I actually make some friends?'

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