Every 27 Years // IT Fanfic

Chapter 1

The bell rang, screams of delight sounded throughout the school hallways as children ran out, throwing their papers and book into the air as they crashed through the main doors to either walk, run, ride their bikes, or take the bus home. Everyone was ecstatic, except a group of four girls, who walked slowly and calmly put the door,
"Remember, rink at four thirty and studio at five thirty." A blonde girl spoke as she descended down the steps to the concrete pathway. Angelina Whitney, leader of a dance, roller and ice skating group of firs known as the Pink Berets. They weren't popular, but they were looked up to by the younger grades. Once they reached the sidewalk, Angie's eyes fell onto one of her closest friends, who she's known since first grade when her parents actually gave her their time. She excused herself from her group as she strolled over, making sure none of the other three boys remarked her as she playfully nudged his shoulder,
"What's going on Bowers?" She whispered, hoisting her backpack higher onto her shoulder as she walked along next to him. He didn't answer her right away, but eventually he spoke out,
"Not much."
She could tell he was trying to both act tough yet be somewhat civilized with her, she knew it took a lot of effort for Henry to not snap at her like he did to other kids he and his gang picked on constantly. Soon, she noticed that the other three boys, Patrick, Belch, and Victor, had acknowledged her presence with Henry. Course, they all saw her as a close friend and even a member of the gang, though she had morals and often would be the one to cease the more violent harassment they often did to say, Richie Tozier. The whole group walked along, until Henry shoved a boy, Bill Denbrough out of the way as his friends cackled to themselves.
"You s-s-suck Bowers."
Immediately the four of them stopped in their tracks.
"Stupid. You shouldn't have said that..." Angie thought to herself as she turned around, almost as slow as the others, this look of 'you're dead' on her face.
"What did you s-say? B-B-Billy?" Henry mocked as he walked back toward the shorter boy. Angie knew he would do something, that she'd regret. Her body was so close to interfering until she caught sight of his father, who removed his aviator sunglasses and stared daggers at his son, who backed off and just simply licked his hand, and shoved it in Bill's face. A silent sigh of relief came from the blonde girl as she glanced over at Vic, the only other person who seemed to have morals like she did. Sure he was rather quiet, never truly outspoken, but she saw him as a friend, one she could whine to about every single harassment that Henry did that was over the edge of sane. But, she didn't need to go over to the boys house since Henry refrained from what he was planning in that head of his. Angie watched as her childhood friend approached them all again and made his way over to Belch's car, signaling for them to follow. She hesitated, but knew that they would take her to her practice, they always did. Without a second thought, she hopped into the back seat with Victor in the middle and Patrick on the far side, while Henry took the front seat. To be honest, she felt safest with these boys than she did at home, the one place she would avoid like the plague if she was given the chance. The reason, her parents were so focused on their high paying jobs that they ignored their kids, well, now kid, since her sister Darlene vanished one stormy night while she was on her way to her friends house for a sleepover. Deep down, Angie still had hope that she would show up, but it had been a week now, so the fifteen year old was slowly losing hope, no matter how encouraging her friends were. Even her friends, both the Bowers Gang and the Pink Berets, were losing hope that Darlene, the sweetest seven year old girl, would appear out of the blue. Angie just needed to hold on, and maybe things would get better.