Literally everyone and their mother is tired of stories that start on teenage girls first day of school, but although this isn't your average story, this is where it starts.
Less than a week ago, my mom, my daddy, and I moved to a small town called Derry because of a job offer my dad had received. My father, Mark Williams, is a historian, and for reasons unbeknownst to me, he's fascinated with small towns. He was given the chance to study the relationship between small communities, so we moved from our small apartment in Manhatten to a quaint bungalow in Derry, Maine.
I hadn't gone to school yet as I finished my last term in New York, but today is the last day here, so I decided to go. I hadn't made any friends here yet, and daddy said we'll be here for a while, so I need to make at least one friend before summer officially starts.
I get out of bed and decide I should probably get dressed if I want to get to school on time. I look through the clothes I have unpacked. Basically everything I own is pastel pink, yellow, or blue, given those are my favorite colors.
In the end, I wear a blue skirt and a pink woolen sweater. My nana bought me this sweater last time she visited us in New York and I love it. I run down the hall and smile at my parents. I briefly remember that I forgot to tell them I was going to school today. Oops.
"Morning mom, morning Daddy," I say sitting down to the table. Dad ruffles my hair and sits across from me, pulling out a newspaper.
"Good morning sweet pea," my dad says, giving me a once-over, "Nana's sweater?".
I nod, "I'm going to school today".
Mom looks over at me questioningly, "It's the last day! I thought you'd be glad to be out of school?" she questions, taking her place at the table and handing me a plate with pancakes on it.
I stab the pancake with a fork, "Normally I'd take any opportunity to miss school, but I need to make at least one friend before summer starts" I explain, sinking my teeth into the fluffy creation.
My mom nods and my father folds up his newspaper, "I know you flock to the boys, but try to make at least one female friend today, please?" Daddy asks, watching as I devour the pancake.
I nod, "If the girls here aren't bitches, sure," I say giggling. My dad laughs with me, both of us remembering what the New York City girls are like. Mom shakes her head at us and gently swats my shoulder.
"language," she says and I nod, bringing my plate to the sink.
"Can you drive me to school today Daddy?" I ask, making my eyes wider in hope that they'll persuade him.
"Not today sweet pea," he says shaking his head, "It's nice out, and the school isn't far, ride your bike".
I perk up at the mention of my bike. Mom bought it for me right before we moved as a going away present of sorts.
"Sounds good to me!" I say, already heading out the door.
"Have a great day!" My Mom calls after me, but I'm already peddling away.
It's the end of the day, and at this point, I regret coming.
Everyone stares at me like I'm a fucking elephant walking through the halls. I expected some attention being a new kid and all, but I heard a girl talking about my clothes earlier.
In New York, you can wear whatever you want and nobody will judge you. Apparently, Derry is different. In Derry, it's like they have their own fashion rules and certain criteria that needs to be followed. "oh well" I think to myself, "Judge me all you like but I like this clothes so I'm gonna fucking wear them"
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Scared; A Richie Tozier Story
FanfictionAnna's parents dragged her all the way here. They wouldn't let her visit home. Life was sucking majorly, and then she met him. And trouble followed him everywhere, but she was hooked. Cover made by lovelillis!