IT// a new point of view

Welcome to the Losers' Club

!AUTHORS NOTE!

I KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND I APOLOGIZE. I HAVE GIVEN UP MY OBSESSION OF TEAM 10 AND CHESSA SO HERE IS A SHORT STORY ABOUT IT. ENJOY!

My name is Gabrielle Sinclair but you can just call me Gaby. I am moving today. Everybody always talks about how moving is so bad but I am honestly okay with it since I never really liked it here in Arizona. Plus, I have moved about 7 times considering that I'm a foster kid that can never stay in one place. I am moving to Derry, Maine. I am not as nervous as I should be because it isn't like I am going to make any friends. I'll just lay low until I graduate in 4 years. People won't even notice me since it's the end of the year. I wanted to just wait until the year was over since there are only 3 days left but my foster parents insisted.

FIRST DAY 

I went to the front office to get my schedule and I saw this very worried woman just sitting there, staring into the crowd as if she was looking for someone. Her eyes snapped to me and I quickly averted mine. I still felt her cold stare on me as I stepped up to the lady at the desk. She had raging blonde hair that had obviously been dyed multiple times. It was extremely frizzy, reminding of me of this commercial I saw on the television about dog food that had the cutest dog.. oh my gosh what am I doing. She didn't even look at me as she asked "Gabrielle Sinclair?". 

"Gaby." I corrected. She looked at me through her tilted down glasses and cleared her throat. I gulped and glanced at the jittery woman in the corner that was still staring at me, decoding my every move. 

"Here you go" the front desk woman stated, giving me my schedule. 

"Thank you" I smiled while walking out of the room, the woman's eyes still trained on me.

 I read over my schedule, Biology with Mr. Ballsley first period. I read over the rest of my schedule and suddenly I felt myself bump into something hard. I stumbled back and caught myself but dropped my books. "I'm sorry" I apologized while bending down to pick up my books.

 "It's o-okay" the boy stuttered. I looked up and saw a boy my age with a group of friends around him. They were snickering and staring at me as the boy helped me pick up my books. 

"Thank you" I stated standing up. 

"N-no problem. Are you n-new here?" He asked.

 "Yeah I just moved from Arizona" I nodded. "Gaby" I said, offering my hand to shake. As he was putting out his hand 3 boys that looked a little older bumped into him, knocking him over. They snickered and clapped hands as the boys friends helped him up. I turned around and gathered up my bravery. "Hey!" I shouted after him. He turned around and rolled his eyes at me. I"m not exactly the most intimidating person in the world.

 "What?" he spat at me. 

I stepped closer to him and stated "Go blow your dad you mullet wearing asshole". A small crowd had developed around us but I kept my focus on the boy in front of me.

 "What did you just say?" One of his goons tested. He stood in front of me, I only reached his chest.  I felt someone grab me by the arm and pull me back. I turned around and it was a boy with thick glasses and a fearful look on his face. He shook his head at me, telling me not to continue. I stepped back and glanced back at the boy and his goons. They were staring at me, popping their knuckles. I gulped hard, maybe I shouldn't have made an enemy on the first day. There goes my whole idea of laying low. 

"Y-you shouldn't have d-done that" The stuttering boy warned. 

"Why?" I asked. 

"You see there are assholes and then there is Henry Bowers. Bowers is a new level of crazy. You don't want to mess with people like him" A Jewish boy said. I nodded but still had more questions.