perfect | it 2017

iv. MISS. PERFECT SCARES BOWERS

As Richie fell, he stumbled on Stan making him fall down with him. Henry cackled at the sight. Elena stepped back, afraid of what Henry might do to her.

"Nice frisbee, flamer," Patrick laughed as he snatched Stan's Kippah and throws it into a school bus passing by. Stan groaned heavily when he saw the Kippah flying into the bus window. 

Elena looked over at Belch who was now approaching Eddie. He burped loudly in his face making him retch. Elena placed her hand over her own mouth, about to be sick from the sight.

Patrick stands up from his bent position beside Stan and spots the terrified blonde watching the scene unfold. He glanced at Henry and nods his head towards her.

Elena watches, frightened as Henry walks over to her. But he's stopped when someone calls his name.

"Henry!" The unknown voice hollers. Patrick, Elena and Henry's heads shot towards the direction the voice came from. "What are you doing, boy?! Go home!".

It was his very own dad who was one of the police officers stood behind Betty Ripsom's mother.

Henry gives the blonde one last glare before running off, Patrick, Belch and Victor by his side.

"You s-s-s-suck, Bowers!" Bill calls after him. Henry slowly stopped running and turned around. His useless minions kept sprinting though.

He walked towards the stuttering boy. Elena quickly stumbled to Bill's side, the rest of the losers behind them.

"You say s-s-s-something, B-B-B-Billy?" Henry mocked him, smirking. "You gotta free ride this year because of your little brother. Ride is over, Denbrough," He licked his hand and wiped it on Bill's face.

"You can't do that," The words escaped Elena's mouth before she could stop them.

"Shut up, Elena," Eddie murmured from behind her. 

"Yes, I can actually," He smiled creepily at her. "I suggest you shut that perfect little mouth of yours before you get yourself in trouble, Reign,".

"And I suggest you leave me and my friends alone or I will slit your fucking throat, Bowers. So go ahead, hurt me," She snarled at him. "I. Dare. You," Elena added, gritting her teeth.

Henry opened his mouth but closed it when he saw his father approaching them, then he ran.

"Coward!" The girl screamed after him. "Coward," She mumbled again under her breath.

After that, there was silence. 

"So..how was your day at school?" Richie turned to Stan and asked casually, trying to break the quiet. "Meet any hot chicks, other than Elena?".

"Shut up, Richie. Just shut up," Elena glared at him and marched towards the bike racks.

"She's probably on her period or something," Eddie remarked and they followed her to the get their bikes. Elena heard this statement put managed to keep herself calm and not blow Eddie's head off.

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Elena rode her bike home, alone. The boy's had cycled a different direction. She started humming a random tune she had made up in her head.

"That's a nice song,".

Elena slammed her feet on the ground, stopping the bike. She looked behind her. No one was there. Her heart raced as she tried to tell herself it was only her imagination, but she knew it wasn't.

"Sing it again, will you?".

She scanned the area, looking in all different directions. 

"You're a pretty little girl," .

The voice was echoing in her head. She felt sick, who on earth was saying these things to her?

"What's your name?".

Should she answer? Of course not! But she was tempted to. Something about the voice made her feel drawn to it.

"Elena," She spit out and clapped her hand over her mouth as soon as she spoke. Why did she speak? Why?

"Eleeennnaaaa,"

The voice drew out her name.

"Come float with us,".

Elena started mounting her bike again, her palms sweaty.

"We all float down here,".

The voice changed. It was a familiar voice, a very familiar voice.

"Georgie?" Elena whispered, looking behind her.

"Hehe, you'll float too, Elena!".

The voice was screaming now, repeating the same line over and over again. She cycled off, as fast as she could, not daring to look back.

★ ★ ★

The blonde threw her bike on the ground and ran up to her front door. She took the key out from under her door mat and opened the door, slamming it shut behind her.

She locked it and cautiously looked out the window, afraid of what she might see.

"What are you doing?" Someone asked from behind her. Elena turned around, startled. "Didn't mean to scare you..".

"Mother," Elena breathed out, relieved. "I thought you were..someone else,".

"Who else would I be?" She chuckled nervously.

"It doesn't matter," Elena replied. 

"Elena, how's Bill doing?" Her mother asked, looking very green in the face now.

"He's doing better," Elena answered. Her mother nodded.

"Come help me," She gestured her head towards the kitchen. "Clean the tables for me," Ella handed her daughter a rag.

"Okay," Elena sighed and started cleaning down the table. As she wiped the table, she couldn't help but wonder what the voice was.

Who was it? Had Georgie really been talking to her, or was it imagination? It sounded all too real though. Elena couldn't figure it out. 

"Mother," Elena spoke as her mother turned around and raised her eyebrows. "How long has Georgie been missing for?".

"Elena, we don't say his name out loud in the house, remember?" Ella looked at the ground. 

"Oh, sorry," Elena's memory came back to her. Ella refused to allow anyone to speak of Georgie or say his name in the house. "Well? How long?".

"I don't like talking about this, Lena," Ella muttered and turned back around. "But it's been about 6 months,".

"That's all I wanted to know," Elena grumbled. 

"Don't grumble at me like that," Ella retorted, shutting up her daughter. 

Elena spent to rest of her day cleaning up the house and really not enjoying it. She wished she could be outside having fun like most kids on the last day of school. She reminded herself that tomorrow her true summer would start. 

Tomorrow she would be in the barrens with Richie, Bill, Eddie and Stan. She'd be splashing around the shittiest water in Derry but it would still be better than being locked up in a house all day, cleaning.