We'll Always Be Losers, No Matter What (IT Rewrite)

Meet The Losers Club

Two Years Later:

May 31, 1989, 2:37 pm:

The anticipation of summer's imminent arrival weighed heavily on Bill's mind as he glanced at the clock, realizing it was only two minutes away. Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, he couldn't shake the feeling of impending gloom that came with the season. Bill found himself grappling with the unsettling reality of having an abundance of free time on his hands. It had been two long years since Georgie's mysterious disappearance, and the passage of time had done little to ease Bill's anxieties. The thought lingered in the back of his mind that perhaps Georgie hadn't simply vanished, but instead met a far more tragic fate. 'It's all my damn fault, if I hadn't been so stubborn and went with Georgie, he would still be here' Bill thought. Bill was interrupted by Richard (Richie) Tozier, who was one of his friends and someone who couldn't promise to shut up for at least a minute. "Ready for Summer, Big Bill?" Richie asked. "No-Not r-really," shrugged Bill. "Why? You know what 'Summer' means, right? It means no homework, no waking up early, and all the boring school bullshit!" Richie exclaimed. "Unlike you, I like waking up early," fumed Edward (Eddie) Kaspbrak, another one of Bill's friends. "I know, Eddie Spaghetti," snickered Richie. "I've told you for the last fucking time, Richie, stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped. "It just suits you so fucking much!" Richie laughed, pinching Eddie's cheek (face). "Silence! This is a classroom, not a stripper club!" Mrs. Omar (The Social Studies Teacher) screamed, slamming her hand onto the desk, startling all the students. "Says herself," muttered Richie. "What was that, Richard Tozier?!" Mrs. Omar demanded. "Nothing, Mrs. Omar," giggled Richie, in a high-pitched voice that sounded like a rip off of Mickey Mouse. "Beep Beep Richie," hissed Eddie. "Five, Four, Three, Two.... One, motherfuckers!" Richie howled. At the one, everyone dashed out the door as if there was a tsunami and threw their school shit into the air. "Finally! I was about to piss myself from boredom," groaned Richie. "Disgusting," said Eddie. The three of them walked in the hallways while everyone else around them was running and screaming, with them bringing up Stanley Uris's 'ceremony'. "Wuh-what do-do yo-you th-think will hap-happen dur-during it?" Bill asked. "They'll probably pull down his pants and slice his dick off! Then he'll have nothing left!" Richie exclaimed.

Stanley (Stan) Uris and his best friend, Willow (Will) Cloverleaf were talking about Stan's concern over tomorrow (the Jewish ‘ceremony’) and how he was feeling. “So, nervous?” Will asked. “Understatement,” muttered Stanley. “What's bothering you now, Stan?” Will asked, annoyed. “My Father,” muttered Stanley. “The pressure is on, isn't it?” Will stated, lighting a Cigarette. “Yes,” mused Stanley. “Stan, you're going to do great, I know it! If your Father doesn't think you're ready to become a Man, then he deserves to go to Hell,” Will said. Stanley couldn't help, but smile at Willow, at least she listened to him, unlike Richie, Bill, or Eddie. “Now, stop worrying about shit, Stan. It's fucking summer,” snickered Will, elbowing Stanley. “Fine,” Stanley said, smiling.

“Hey guys!” Stanley exclaimed, running to his friends. “S-So, St-Stan, wha-what happens to-tomorrow? Ri-Richie says th-they sl-slice off yo-your di-dick,” said Bill. “Yeah, then they’ll have you strip naked and say ‘Now none of you can fuck me’,” snickered Richie. “Well, they'll have me go over the speech, and how it's supposed to make me become a man,” said Stanley, with pride. “I doubt that bullshit,” said Richie. “Well, that ‘bullshit’ took two years worth to memorize, Richard Tozier,” said Will. “Hey, Willow,” said Eddie, fistbumping Will. “Hey, Eddie, how's your mom?” Willow asked. “She's getting worse,” Eddie muttered. “Because she's tired from all the moaning she did last night,” Richie said, grinning. “Beep Beep Richie,” Stanley snapped. 

Upon the commencement of summer, Beverly Marsh found relief in the cessation of the bullying she had endured from Gretta Bowie and her followers. However, this relief was tempered by the fear she felt towards her father. After leaving her Sociology class, Beverly attempted to evade Gretta by running, but her efforts were futile as Gretta intercepted her. Beverly managed to evade Gretta and sought refuge in the bathroom, where she concealed herself in a stall to catch her breath. "What's up, Slut, are you hooking up with yourself or with the entire football team?" Gretta snarled, banging against the stall. "None of your business, Gretta," Beverly mused, getting out a Cigarette and lighting it, huffing the smoke. "Why not come out and act like a normal Preteen, you little shit?" Gretta growled. "Gretta, am I slut or a little shit? Make. Up. Your. Fucking. Mind," Beverly snapped. "You know, what? You're such a trashy square, belonging in the trash," Gretta cackled, with she and her minions grabbing the trashcan and dumping it all on Beverly, using her backpack as a 'shield'. "Have fun being fucked, cocksucker!" Gretta laughed, leaving the bathroom. "Whatever," muttered Beverly, grabbing toilet paper and cleaning the shit on her backpack. Beverly left the stall after washing it (with sink water) and walked in the crowd, receiving glares and laughing at her. 'Let them laugh, like I give a shit' Beverly thought, keeping her head high and crossing her arms.

The four dashed outside, threw their backpacks upside down, and dumped all their school shit into the trash. “What are you guys doing after school?” Eddie asked. “My Mom’s making me go to the movies with two ‘neighbors’,” muttered Richie, adjusting his red (and crooked) glasses. “I-I’m do-doing ch-chores at ho-home,” said Bill. “Will’s going to help me practice for tomorrow at the Synagogue,” said Stanley. “I can’t, Stan. My Stepmother wanted me home to discuss family business. Also, I’m not allowed in the Synagogue,” groaned Will, flicking her Cigarette away. “Good luck being alone, Stan The Man,” said Richie, saluting. “Shut up, Richie,” snapped Stanley. “Sorry, Stan,” said Will. “It’s fine, besides, Mr. Jureno isn’t all that bad,” reassured Stanley, putting on a smile. “Why don’t we go to the quarry tomorrow to take off you know what off our minds?” asked Eddie. “Goo-Good idea, Ed-Eddie,” said Bill. “Eddie, why don’t you come with me to the movies? It’ll be more exciting than being inside your mother,” said Richie. “No, My Mom wants me back on time for my monthly doctor appointment,” said Eddie, crossing his arms. “Fun-Killer,” muttered Richie. “Let-Let’s me-meet at-at th-the Kissing Br-Bridge to-tomorrow t-to he-head down th-the Quarry,” said Bill. “Agree,” said Richie.

Ben Hanscom concluded his conversation with his history teacher, who suggested that Ben should cultivate friendships during the summer. He then took his model of the Jewish Synagogue and proceeded towards the Library. While en route, he encountered Beverly Marsh walking in his direction and unintentionally collided with her as he was not paying attention. "Holy shit! Are you OK?" Beverly asked, looking at Ben, who had fallen to the floor. "Ye-Yeah," Ben stuttered (even though he had never stuttered before, except when he tried to get Beverly's attention). "Are you sure? Your face is all red and you have a scar on your knee, it's bleeding real bad," said Beverly, pointing to Ben's knee. "It's fine," said Ben, clearly, grabbing his model, Walkman, and Yearbook. "Can I sign your yearbook?" Beverly asked. Ben hadn't been paying attention and was distracted by how beautiful Beverly was. Her thin body shape, long Ginger glowing hair, soft kind green eyes, and her pale skin. "Oh, yeah! Sure," said Ben, nervously, handing over his yearbook to Beverly. "Here you go," Beverly said, handing the yearbook back, with a nice smile. "Thank you," said Ben, smiling. "Whatcha listening to?" Beverly asked, curiously. Ben froze and lost his words, not knowing what the fuck to say, simply letting Beverly listen to his Walkman. "New Kids On The Block? Oh, I get it, because you're the new kid," said Beverly, with a smirk. "Yeah," said Ben, blushing like crazy. "Anyway, see you around, New Kid," said Beverly, winking. "Bye," mused Ben.

Michael Hanlon sat back, captivated by the sight of a mother sheep caring for her babies. Meanwhile attempting to capture the precious moment through his drawings. 'I wonder what it feels like to have a Mother who loves and cares for you," Mike wondered. Mike's life had taken a tragic turn when his parents perished in a fire while preparing for his first birthday party when he was just a baby. As a result, he went to live with his Uncle, a change that Mike didn't really mind. His Uncle cared for him and sacrificed everything for Mike to live a healthy and safe life, which Mike appreciated. "Mike," said Mike's Uncle Raymond. "Yeah?" Mike asked. "What the Hell do you think you're doing, boy?" Uncle Raymond asked. "I'm just drawing," muttered Mike. "Boy, don't mutter, I can't understand a word you said," said Uncle Raymond. "I was just drawing," said Mike, more clearly. "'Just drawing'? Is that gonna help you defend yourself from the white boys or sell meat?" Uncle Raymond snapped. Mike didn't know how to respond to his Uncle's claim, so he just shook his head. "I'm tellin' you, Mike, if you don't practice defense, then you might as well be better off dead as meat," said Uncle Raymond, grabbing a pistol and shooting at a baby sheep. "Yes, Sir," said Mike, weakly. "What was that?!" Uncle Raymond shouted. "Yes, sir," said Mike, with more determination. "Good," said Uncle Raymond, slamming the barn door. 'Gotta get back to work,' Mike thought. Mike stood up from the ground and started putting all his art stuff away, grabbing the meats, and peddling away on his bike.