Arrietty Mulligan is going through life and has been having fun doing it.
Richie Tozier has grown up, the way everyone does, and he's been staring at his girlfriend along with it.
The Losers Club never really changed, until they did. Life does this...
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I finally did it. It may have taken me eight hours, one bathroom break, two stops for food, and many hours of working with my mom; but I finally get a car. Besides my college fund, this car is what I had been saving up for my entire life.
My mother hand I finally got me a car from a nice little dealership four hours away. We went in her car so that I could follow her back in my brand new one. It was nice, it was no Mercedes or caddy, but it was my own. It was silver and kind of spacious, something I could see myself in for the time being.
I parked it in my driveway and pulled the tarp on it. I didn't want any of my friends to see it yet. It was a late birthday present from my mom since I was turning seventeen this year. Actually a few of us were. It goes Stan, me, Richie, then Eddie. He was born in the winter time, I wouldn't be surprise if he was one of those kids who basically had to wear their whole closets before going outside to even attempt celebrating their birthday.
I walked inside too see my mom already at the kitchen table, "I thought you'd be on the road by now?" I guess she forgot what time of day it was.
"Ma, it's three in the morning, we left at like seven." I laughed at her. She furrowed her brows and looked out the window blinds again.
"Oh my god, the day left and no one told me?" She exasperated, I laughed at her again and felt her rad with the back of my palm. My mom complains a lot about how she's shrinking, which is a thing— your bone density decreases with age— but she talks about how much it posses her off that Richie was so small and now he's got some height on her.
"We all thought you knew, we were just outside, momma." I said 'we all' like there was more than just the two of us here. It's been like that for awhile and I'm still not used to it. I mean, I get child support and a call from my dad every once in awhile, that's kind of how I got the car. Savings and child support.
"Call my son and let him know we're all right, he must be so worried about me," she refers to Richie as 'my son' because, well, I dunno, "oh, and I guess you, sweetie." She patted me as she turned the light off in the kitchen and traveled up the stairs with me on her tail. I pinched her side as payback, she swatted my hand away and made her trip up the stairs a little faster.
I laughed at her and made it to my room. I looked around and reminisced the memories that I've had in here, the time Richie and I fought, when Bev threw up out my window, that one time I kicked Stan off my bed...
Then, there were things that were new to me, like my jewelry stand, hair ties and gel that scattered my vanity. My closet doors are now gone because Richie's big ass fell on them and made them fall out of their track. Anyways—
I fell down on my bed and breathed in before taking my phone and dialing the number I had come to recognize by heart. It rang exactly three times, like it did every time, then he picked up. I'm surprised he did, it was three in the morning and Richie loves sleep.
