Chapter 1- Intro
Hello, I'm Richie Tozier. I'm eleven years old, and my life is sorta messed up, both of my parents are ragging alcoholics, I'm a boy but they wanted a girl, they both abuse me and I have no friends, I also hear boys at my school talking about how hot girls are but I've never felt that way for...well anyone.
Richie's POV:
I just got home from another long day of school and I heard my parents talking about moving to a town named Derry, I didn't know anything about that town so I ran to my room and did a bit of research.
It turns out that the town has A LOT of missing people, mainly kids..Maybe that's why my parents want us to move there. Well at least it's a chance to make friends. Now all I have to figure out is when I'm moving...
There was a knock at my door, all I could feel was fear...Fear that I was going to get beaten but I still opened my door "Richie, we are moving on Friday, make sure to pack everything." My mom said, it was Tuesday today so only a couple more days!! "Oh okay." I responded.
My mother turned to leave when I asked "mom, why are we moving?" My mom looked at me for a couple seconds then answered "Because, in the city I can't just let you wander around alone, but in Derry, it's a small town so I'm allowed to." So I was correct-ish, I still think she wants me kidnapped or to go missing, I guess I won't know for a while...
(I had like an hour on the bus so I wrote that but I forgot to publish it so this chapter is going to be a 2 part chapter I guess :/ sorry)
Chapter 2- Moving
It's finally Friday and I can't wait to get out of this hell hole! Also between me and you, it's my birthday in four days, my parents never remember and I never told anybody, I don't want people to celebrate my birth, my parents say I'm a mistake and shouldn't have been born so what's the point of celebrating it?
All of my things were packed and we were in the car driving to Derry, the drive would be about two days I think... It will be pretty uneventful sadly but if anything is eventful it's only going to be yelling. At least in a car they won't beat me.
~Time skip~
Hello again, we just got into Derry and it seems scary... I saw this boy with a mullet chasing down some random kid with a knife! I hope I don't have to deal with shit like that. If I'm being honest, I rather my other house already, in the city there weren't any crimes (there were some but they weren't major) because there were like four police stations there, but here....it seems like you could get away with anything, there isn't a single police in Derry, there's only one like half an hour away that I saw.
"Richie, bring in our bags." My father ordered, "yes sir." I whispered, I grabbed as many bags as I could and brought them inside, I looked at the name tags and saw that they were my father's, so I asked him where he would like them and he pointed to a bedroom, I walked into the bedroom and noticed it was probably the biggest room in this house! I think my parents are sharing a room because this is the only bedroom downstairs, I haven't checked the upstairs though, but neither of them want to be up there with me. I ran back outside and grabbed the rest of the bags, I put my mother's in her room and went upstairs with mine, there was a long-ish hallway and two rooms upstairs, one was a bathroom and one was a bedroom. I placed my stuff into my room and started thinking about how I want to decorate, the major stuff like beds and couches had been dropped off and placed before we were even here, so I already had a bed in here, I decided to start with that, I grabbed my bag labeled 'Bed stuff' and started making my bed.
My bed had blue sheets and a green blanket and my pillows were purple, blue and green, those are my three favorite colors. I had my desk taken apart and put in a bag so I decided to put my desk together next, my parents wouldn't buy me a desk so I ended up helping my...well I don't really know what to call him so I'll just call him my friend, his name is Robert and he's sixty seven years old, I helped him sell books at the library when we lived in the city, I helped him since I was 6, I made enough money to buy myself a desk and a phone! I was so happy! My parents only know about the desk, I never told them about my phone because they would have stolen it and said I 'didn't deserve it' whatever the fuck that means. Also you may be wondering why an eleven year old is swearing, I have two reasons, number one is that everyone at my other school would swear so I just joined them and number two, my parents swear A LOT, probably because they fight a lot, once when they were fighting they got so loud that the police were called.
After about an hour I finished decorating my room, I had a couple drawings and posters on my wall and I put my carpet down (it is a dark blue, very soft carpet) and of course I put my desk together.
I don't really have anything else to say today so I'll see you in the next chapter, when I first go to school! Bye!
