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August 1st, 1988

Richie never thought he would miss his cramped, messy room in Indiana. He never thought he would miss his crappy living room, or even his own bathroom. So far his Derry experience had long since abandoned impossibilities. Come to think of it he missed every aspect of his Indiana home. It was amazing how one night in the old house could spark such a grand sense of homesickness in Richie. There were many factors that contributed to this such as the feeling of being alienated or the fact that he could almost never have a moment of silence in large part to his younger cousins. However what truly enabled Richie to wish he was in his Indiana blasting his ears off was Will. He didn't do anything in particular to Richie. It was Wills seemingly neverending phonecall to his friend that made Richie want to impale him or throw him off a cliff. Or both. Will had gone hours on end ranting about meaningless nothings. Sometimes he would even squeal and Richie truly felt like the world should have ended a millenia ago. Richie couldn't imagine what kind of person the other person on the line could be considering he listened to Will bitch talk for so long. If he had to go trough nights like that then he would probably not make to the end of summer. It was 2am when Will finally found it tiresome enough to hang up and sleep. Richie could only sigh in defeat as he thought of spending the next month in the hell hole of a house. He wouldn't wish this upon his worst enemy.

August 2nd, 1988

Thus it was no surprise the next morning he was so very ecstatic to get out of the house. He took near no time to prepare himself and head out for his first day at band and football camp. Two of the many activities his father had so malevolently signed him up for. Richie biked in quick succession and took in the sweetness of silence that he had been deprived of for the past 24 hours. He occasionally looked at his phone to make sure he was going the correct direction to the high school. He studied the town, slowly remembering memories he had shared in certain places. He and his mother would often explore the barrens and play by the quarry, splashing playfully while his father took pictures until he deemed them aesthetic enough. They would then all share vanilla cones at the nearby ice cream shop. Richie smiled at the remembrance of happier times and kept biking along and as he ultimately passed the barrens he passed off the memories, forgotten once more. He decided to take a small break by the canals and enjoy the peace of silence that would be taken away from him as soon as he returned home. He parked his bike by an old oak tree that deemed worthy to catch richies attention. It seemed to rule the underground with its fierce roots that protruded even above ground and the skies with its near 50-foot stature. He took his eyes off the tree and eyed the now surging water that came from the canals. He would often come here as a child to stare off into the waters magnificence. Richie knew there was something ominous about it but he shook off any negative thoughts that entered his mind when looking at the waves. He felt so calm just leaning into the railing and staring into the water that he failed to take notice that he was no longer alone. He shifted his foot to become more comfortable, accidentally snapping a branch in the process. Suddenly a high pitched and almost puppy like voice broke the delicious silence Richie had been feeding off.

"Whos there" the voice said, and richie could hear the true fear in his voice. A sound he remembered all too well from the past summer and what had happened. He hated it

Richie turned 90 degrees to the right and set his eyes on a boy who looked like he had just seen a ghost. Richie second most prominent thought on the boy was that he wore very interesting attire, which made richie truly question if Derry had become more tolerant to a certain minority group. This boy had THE smallest, and TIGHTEST red shorts richie had ever seen on a person, shorts that if worn by a woman or girl, would be thought of as provoking. It came accompanied aesthetically perfect with a pink polo, and socks that reached hairless calves. Richie had no doubt in his mind that this boy he had stumbled upon was an innocent being with no intention of provoking. Either that or he just didn't give a fuck what people thought about him.