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❨𝒐𝒏𝒆❩ Richie Tozier is Annoying
Tears streamed down my face as my parents slammed my door shut, locking it. They hated me, always have. I don't know what I did. Maybe it was nothing and they were just cruel. Cruel people shouldn't have children. I had no free will. They made me ask permission for everything and anything. Everything from talking to people, and watching tv, which was only movies and tv shows on tapes, nothing live allowed.
My stomach grumbled I was starving. The last time I had ate was at school on Friday, it was Sunday. They never fed me nor my brother. One time I tried to make pizza rolls from the freezer and got slapped for it.
I leaned my head against my bedframe. I hummed a soft tune I heard on the morning announcements at school. I loved music and school. They were my only escape from my parents. I took out the notebook I hid under my mattress. It was filled with stories and songs I wrote. Depressing stuff, naturally. A knock sounded at my door. I quickly shut the book and slipped it under my bed.
"Valerie sweetie, Rose wants to know if you want to meet her at the diner tommorow morning before the last day of school." My mother said in fake sweetness. It made me sick, that tone of voice it was like she cared but I knew didn't.
"Yeah ill go." I told her, making sure to hold eye contact.
"There will be a five on the counter." She said before leaving, probably to have more fun torturing my younger brother James. Sometimes I thought I got the worst, but James, he was treated so much worse.
"Bitch. " I muttered under my breath once she left.
"What was that!" My mother stormed into my room slapping me across the face. I coward in fear, holding a pillow over my face. Her eyes were gleaming with a supernatural anger. This wasn't my mom this was something else. I stumbled back into the corner and squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't real, my mother had brown eyes, not blue. I heard feet pounding up the stairs.
"What's with all the noise." My dad said, opening my door. Taking a small breath I opened my eyes and looked at him. There was no trace of the creature in my room so I stuttered out a nothing. My dad glared at me for interrupting his television program before slamming my door shut and locking it. Tears fell down my face for the second time tonight. I leaned my head back against the wall.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens." I sang quietly, hugging me knees to my chest. The song calmed me down and helped me be happy again like the song Julie Andrews sang in the Sound of Music. "Brown paper packages tied up with strings these are a few of my favorite things." I sang the song quietly for the rest of night until I fell asleep.
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The next morning I awoke to cool feeling of water dripping down my face. I sat up quickly wiping the water from my face. I glanced down at my now wet pillow, the water turning the grey fabric slightly darker
"Get up. " My mom hissed, the cup of water still clenched in her hand. I groaned but slipped out from under the covers. My mom charged out of my room slamming the door behind her. They always slammed, and I was surprised the doors were still even on their hinges. I grabbed my sound of music t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. I ran my fingers through my wavy strawberry blonde hair, placing the front back with a light blue burette. I hopped down the stairs, almost tripping on a box as I. My white Keds sat at the door. I slipped them on and swung the garage door open.
"Bye mom." I yelled, grabbing my black jansport backpack from the hook. I went to the garage and took out my bike. It was old and probably my parents from the 50s but i didn't complain, just being grateful I had one at all. I hopped on it and rode to the diner. Along the way I hummed Do-Re-Mi one of my favorite songs from the movie.
The Derry diner was a small pop up shop in the middle of the Derry town square. It was a cute 50s styled diner, with white walls red booths and old posters. When I pulled up I saw Roses bike parked in the bike rack. I placed my mine next to hers and headed inside. She was waiting in a booth for me, her Walkman in her hand.
"Val!" She called once she was me. I smiled and headed over. When I slid into the booth the waiter brought our food over.
"Did you order for me?" I questioned her, though the answer was obvious. She nodded grinning. "Thanks. " I smiled down out at the stack of pancakes on my plate. I took the blueberry syrup and drenched the cakes. Rose laughed her eyes glowing. She had the aura, always happy, always optimistic. The complete opposite of me.
"How was your yesterday." I asked Rose, as she spread butter on her toast.
"I went to the park with Richie and Eddie. They mentioned you. " She said wiggling her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, stuffing my face with the pancake.
"Of course they did, and seriously Rose." I groaned, setting the fork in my hand down before I accidentally stabbed her with it.
"I don't get why you don't like them." She sighed.
"I like Eddie its Richie I dislike." I corrected her. Eddie was actually nice, and seemed to have at least a decent sense of self awareness.
"Why?" I sighed at Roses stubbornness. She liked everyone and sometimes it became annoying.
"Hes annoying, inconsiderate and uh doesn't seem to understand when the correct time to speak is," I shrugged offering her a sarcastic smile. Rose rolled her eyes.
"Have you even held a conversation with him?" I shook my head yes. "When?"
"We had a science project together earlier this year, I did all the work." I argued. That was true, that and he made fun of one of the missing kids earlier in the year, with something along the lines of "do you think there feet make the kidnapper want to gag."
"Mmk Val." She spoke. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. She didn't get it. I wanted nothing to do with Richie Tozier.
as stated before this is ENIMES TO LOVERS, so sorry that valerie is rude to richie bc let's be honest, he does say things out of turn! again no hate is tolerated there are plenty of richie fics out there, so if u don't like this one don't comment. please. also this is being rewritten bc there is literal plot holes like idk what i was doing.
A/n First Chapter guys. Yes Valerie doesn't like Richie now but later ya know.
