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September 15th One Week Later
Mike Hanlon wasn't someone who people liked. He was mostly ignored by everyone except for his family. . . And Henry Bowers. He lived in another school than most of the kids, believed in God, and believed that there was always good in the world, which most people would make him to be called Buzzkill. His skin was dark, unlike most kids in Derry who had came here from their ethnicities and ancestors in Europe. He also worked on a farm with his father and mother, where he would spend most of his time hearing his father talk about the bar that he had made with his friends in the war or how he had come back to Derry because he had liked it here when he was a military soldier there. To Mike, Derry was more than just that. It was his home, just like the other children. He had been born here and raised here, without no knowing of the horrors of Derry.
He could feel the cool air hit his face as he biked through the neighborhood of Derry, the season of Autumn beginning to come through the town. The leaves on trees were beginning to turn a gentle red and orange, gently swaying for dear life to stay on the trees that knew of the change in seasons. It was kind of pretty to Mike that Derry was so beautiful in the fall.
Mike continued biking through the streets, passing by the small shops and children who played together in groups by the sidewalk. Their happy cries showing their joy in their friendships. He smiled at their childhood that was set in front of them as he passed through the streets towards his destination.
He continued biking for a while, his hands becoming colder from the fall as he looking through the streets to find the house where he needed to go. He saw the small house that he needed to go to, gently pressing on his brakes as he stopped in front of a cream house. It was a two-story house with a garage in the back and had a white fence that covered the house.
Mike got off his bike, opening the gate door as he led both himself and the bike inside the area of the home. He got up to the end of the porch, placing his bike there before he went up the porch stairs. He heard a creak erupt whenever he walked up them, reminding him of his own home that creaked from being almost a hundred years old. He got to the door, letting out a deep breath before gently knocking on the door.
He waited for a few minutes, hearing the sounds of heavy footsteps run down the stairs quickly as they tumbled towards the door. He heard the sound of the door unlocking with a clink and swish. The door knob turned opened revealing Ben Hanscom from the doorway. Ben's eyes looked up at Mike before a smile came on his face.
Ben was short for their age with chubby cheeks and golden hair. He was very smart for his age, even with the constant bullying that he got for not being skinny. He was obese and wore sweatshirts sometimes to hide his fat after he had been called "Tits" for most of his life. He and Mike had met each other at the library when they were both searching the history of Derry and became friends after a few hours. They both were trying to find out the darkest secret Derry had.
