Do you Remember ✷Stanley Uris✷

chapter one

the summer of 1958

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A CLASSROOM IN DERRY middle school was filled with 13 year old's who were yelling loudly about what they were going to do over the school break. Stanley Uris paid no attention to his friend Richie, who was rambling on about what his interests in girls were. Stanley's eyes were glued on another girl across the room.

The girls' hair was a dusty blonde hair colour and her hazel eyes were transfixed on the sketching pad on her desk. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her nose was scrunched up in concentration as she quickly moved the pencil across the smooth paper with a quick flick.

Agnes Tate looked up to see the curly- haired boy looking at her and she raised an eyebrow, to which Stanley quickly looked away.

"- what do you think Stan, ass or  chest?"

Stan turned to Richie and his nose wrinkled in disgust. Richie let out a loud laugh before looking at his friend with an eyebrow raised. Richie Tozier snorted and shook his head.

"Aw, Stan, I'm only joking ... you know I would go for the chest," Richie laughed and Stan rolled his eyes, looking over at Agnes again before turning to the clock on the wall. Five minutes until summer break. Stans hands were shaking slightly, his Bar mitzvah was in a couple of weeks and his anxiety was never-ending, his father making him read the Torah over and over again until it was the only book he could remember.

"Okay, keeping it simple!" Their Teacher, Miss Morass, yelled out to the 27 students in her class. At the back of the classroom, Agnes Tate heard Henry Bowers snort in amusement, because he knew it was just the same thing all of the teachers said after every week from the disappearance of the small seven year-old boy, George Denbrough. Henry caught Agnes' eye and his nose scrunched up, as if she was the most disgusting person he had ever laid eyes on. Agnes snorted and looked up at the Grade school Teacher.

"Stay safe, don't be stupid and be home before the curfew! You all know why," Miss Morass yelled and Agnes began to pack her things. Every lesson for the past year, Agnes brought her bag with her to every class because her mother couldn't give a shit if her daughter got a locker or not. For all Agnes knew, her father couldn't get her a locker either, for Charles Tate was constantly working and when he wasn't, he was constantly getting an earful from their mother, and every time it was always Agnes who cleaned his bruises and blood. The only people she had close to friends, though, were Ben Hanscom and her brother.

The bell rang loud and clear and 26 students ran out of the classroom in a rush as if there was something important they had to do at home, but Agnes knew that all they would be doing was sitting back and relaxing, watching TV and calling their friends. Miss Morass stacked up al her sheets of paper in a neat pile. "Shouldn't you be getting home, Dear?" The middle school teacher asked.

Agnes nodded, but then opened her mouth to say something, and quickly closed is like a fish. "Is something going on that I should know about, Agnes?"

"No, Miss Morass, everything's fine," Agnes said shyly before running towards the door. "Have a nice summer!" She yelled, running out of the classroom and to the front doors and pushing them open, running down the concrete stairs and close to the front of the school to see Bill Denbrough, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbarak and Stanley Uris shoving their school books into the bin. She stood there long enough to catch an earful of their conversation.

"Best feeling ever!" Stan yelled, a bright smile on his face. Eddie laughed and looked at Richie, who was swearing and mumbling about how he would have to buy a new pencil case, because his had fallen into the bin. When he tried to reach down and grab it, Eddie let out a high-pitched scream, saying how Richie could get an infection from the germs. Richie only snorted and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Oh, yeah, Stan?" Richie said, a grin, "try tickling your pickle for the first time."

Agnes giggled and walked away, waiting for her brother's car to pull up, loud rock music echoing in the small red truck. Agnes licked her lips as she saw Henry Bowers push his way past the middle school students, a large smirk on his face. Agnes' brother talked a lot of shit about Henry Bowers, mainly because he called their family "a bunch of poor fuckers" and had called Heath Tate a fag. It wasn't because Henry Bowers thought he was, it was because he knew  he was and had threatened Heath multiple times, saying that he didn't want a queer in his town.

Once Heath's red truck pulled up, rock music blasting through the small radio, Agnes looked over to see Stan Uris staring in her direction. She smiled and waved before opening the passenger door and sliding down to her seat, not noticing that Stan had waved back.

"Who was that?" Heath asked, starting the car and driving away from the Middle School. Agnes smiled as she looked over at her 18 year- old brother. "Stan Uris," she mumbled. The older boy laughed and shook his head, chewing his bottom lip and looking over at his little sister before turning his attention back to the road.

"Isn't he that Jewish kid?" he asked, giggling like it was the funniest thing he had heard all day. "Aw, Agnes, you know Ma doesn't like Jews."

Agnes bit her lip and rubbed her nose. "Fuck off, Heath, I don't care who Ma likes or who she doesn't, he's nice and-"

"Ma will find out somehow, you know that, right?" Heath sighed and bit his finger nail. Agnes sniffled and turned her attention to the window, seeing posters that people held high up in the air. THE QUEERS WILL BURN IN HELL!

It took her five seconds to read before she scoffed and rolled the window down and held her middle finger out of the window. "Assholes!" She yelled, Heath snorted and Agnes rolled up the window.

"You think I don't know that? Jesus Agnes, there's been signs put over  the poster of that missing kid, George Denbrough, remember him? Ma used to take us over to the Denbrough's so you could hang out with Bill. But then you drifted apart when Georgie died and we stopped all together when Ma started drinking."

Agnes nodded, "What if Georgie isn't dead, though?"

Heath laughed before finally pulling up in their driveway of the small two-story house. He turned the keys and the car engine stopped with a soft rumble. He turned towards his 13 year-old sister and looked at her.

"Agnes, the kid was found with his arm ripped fully from his shoulder blade down, and somehow ended up in the sewers, I doubt that family is ever going to find their boy again."

"Maybe someone pulled him down there, I don't know." Agnes shrugged her shoulders, grabbing her school bag and stepping out of the car door. Opening her front door and stepping inside her home. Her nose scrunched up as the stench of beer and weed hit her like an invisible wave.

"Fuck you, Ma."

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hi hi uhhh I know this is highkey really detailed for the first chapter and idk if it's good but i haven't been writing for a long time + i feel like i should delete some of the stuff and wait  till a couple chapters but if i got some feedback that would be amazing but ... welome to the first chapter!!

+ should i keep it as 1958 or the date it was in the movie because idk which would be better? 

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