Zoey Williamson is a very talented and beautiful 14 year old that is part of the losers club. Many questions her choice to hang out with them, but she does not care what other people think.
She fights for what she thinks is right and would do anyth...
"Darling you've got to let me know, should I stay or should I go" blasts through my room and i jolt awake. I quickly turn off my radio and get up from my bed and rush into the bathroom. "Today's gonna be a good day" I say to myself as I look into the mirror. I may look like death holding two lollipops with severed heads, but i was still in a good mood.
I quickly do all of my bathroom business and get dressed in short overalls and a black shirt.
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I grab a granola bar from the pantry, along with my back pack and skateboard from my living room. My mother wasn't home because she probably stayed out late drinking. My father left our family many years ago and left my mom a wreck. He's a crack head though, so it's hard to tell what his life is like now.
I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but sometimes it's just me at home alone and I've had to teach myself many things.
I'm very energetic and I have ADHD. I have medicine that I take for it, but I forget to take it sometimes. I also love to play instruments. I have a piano on my front patio that I play and I also play violin and guitar. I love playing classical music though. After collecting all my things, I make my way to school. I came to the school this year when my family moved to Maine from West Virginia.
The first few days were rough because I was too energetic for anyone to handle, but I was very lucky to find a fun group of friends known as the losers. I am bullied by Bowers, but not as bad as the others because I stand up to him. I am almost always hanging with the losers and I often step up to Bowers for them as well. Eddie, Stan and bill are my absolute best friends. I don't care about logic saying "you can have only one best friend" because logic can suck my left toe.
Richie Tozier, the thick glasses wearing, trash mouth, 13 year old, was a different story though.
To me, he was an amazing person. He spoke his mind and always made jokes, even if it wasn't the right time them to be said. He is funny and always puts a smile on my face.
I've always been fascinated by him and his adorable looks, his thick glasses, and his somewhat curly hair that goes every which way. I may have developed a small crush on him, but I'd never say anything to him about it. There's no way he would like me back and I don't want to ruin our friendship. I also don't want him to just leave and forget about me like my father did.
Anyways, I hop onto my skateboard and skate over to Richie's house just across the road.
"Rich, you ready? Let's goooo" I tell while banging in his door. "I'm coming" he yells back. I sit on the step of his porch, bouncing my leg as I wait for him to come out so we can go meet the others.
After about five minutes, Richie comes out of the door and walks over to his bike that was leaning on the fence.
"Finally, I'm starting to think you take longer than me to get ready!" I tell him while jumping up from the step and over to his bike.
