It: New Kid on the Block

Chapter 3: Swim tale

I'm going to say this now, the experience I had trying to get to the Quarry was probably the most painful ever in the entirety of my existence, but overall I had fun. Beverly and I got the whole, "only girls in the pack" look as we jumped in. Yet, we didn't care. We were a part of something. As everyone got ready to leave, put back on the dress I was wearing and sat on the rock close to the water. I brought my bag with me and pulled out a small leather-bound parchment notebook. It was the last present my father every gave me, and he called it my memory book. Every memory I never wanted to forget I wrote down in the most extremely poetic detail, but only a few pages were written on. I pulled out one of my ink pens and began writing.

There was only excitement in the air, and the sun shone a bright light and beautiful heat over the water. The dark water instantly became crystal clear as everyone jumped and it splashed to the sky. I turned around crossed my arms and whispered, "Now or Never", and took the leap of faith. I fell backwards into the water, my hair and face engulfed by waves as I floated back up to the surface. With them I felt as if I had friends, a family. Here, I belong.

"What are you writing?" I heard someone ask behind me. I was a bit startled, but I turned around to see Stan behind me. I quickly closed my notebook and began tying the string to bind it back together. "Nothing, just writing something down. Is everyone else still here?" I asked. "Oh, no. They all left but I told Bill I'd walk you home." Shit. Unless we plan on telling him then I'm perpetually screwed. "So Kenned-"

"It's Sara, Sara Kennedy. I just go by Kennedy."

"Okay then, Sara Kennedy, why'd you come here?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you move from such a beautiful city, to our tiny corner of nowhere here in Derry." he asked, his graze following what looked to be a cardinal, and my suspicions were correct. But the way he asked why I came here didn't sound accusing, it sounder sincere.

"Trust me, where I come from is no beautiful city. We moved here for a much more easy going life. And so far I've liked what I've seen." I said, smiling. He slightly blushed a bit, turning his cheeks a nice shade of sunset pink. It made me laugh a bit. Coming to this town has definitely boosted my self esteem, too. I've been here for two weeks, and in one day I was able to become friends with my brother's friends, defeat that dumbass you call a bully Bowers, and have to guys be totally in love with me. Talk about confidence booster. 

"I guess our town isn't too bad, but compared to any spot in Brooklyn, it's nothing."

"I beg to differ."

Stan and I just sat by the water talking until the sun began to set. I knew Mom wouldn't be too worried. She's busy at the hospital anyway, and if she was home she'd just ask where I'd been and then let it go. Besides, I have a curfew of 8:00, and it was only 6:15. "Wanna walk home now?" I asked Stan as it started to get dark. "Sure." he replied and we began to bike back and I had him drop me off seven houses down from mine. I gave him enough time to get off the street before walking home.  Bill was in the garage when I got there, sitting there by a projector. "You st-stayed longer th-than I thought." he said. "Yeah, Stan and I were talking and I suddenly forgot how to shut up." I said, laughing. He looked at me smirking, but just looked away again. "What?" I said, kind of whining but kind of not. "N-nothing" he said. He was staring at the blank wall, still smirking. "I don't like him if that's what your thinking." I said. He just smiled. "I know, I know." I said, "You know something you think I don't." I said. "Maybe." he said, with shiteating grin still on his face. "C-come upstairs. I'll t-tell you."