Stanleys POV
I was walking back home like the usual routine I always do after school except this time without my friends Why? May you ask because apparently Richie cant keep his mouth shut. Honestly I shouldn't be surprised because after all he is a Trashmouth. But while I was walking home I heard a voice. "Hey Jew!" of course he bothers me on my worst day ever. Since I don't really want to fight today I just keep walking " JEW HE WAS TALKING TO YOU!" its no other than Victor Criss I hear footsteps rapidly and before I knew it I was running too. Since I was genuinely fast I started running But they were faster. They caught up to me and they started to beat me up. I've had enough right before Henry could lay another punch on me I caught his fist. We all gasped. I realized before they did so I head-butted him and while he fell back the rest of the Bowers Gang started trying to lay punches on me but i dodged every one of them. After a while they got tired so i took this opportunity to kick Victor in the balls, punch Belch in the face and trip Patrick after that all the adrenaline was gone and i ran home . I caught a glimpse of the loser club looking at me as I ran In awe. I saw Bev holding a thumbs up and recording it. I'm totally dead meat.
Shit
