𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | 𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀 !

i. summer

40 minutes . . . 30 minutes . . . 20 . . . 10

THE MINUTES could not have gone by any slower.

I drummed my fingers on the desk as I desperately searched for a way to pass the time. Gazing out the window, I longed to be on the other side. The sun was high in the sky, and the trees were greener today than Derry had ever seen. The wind called my name, and beckoned me to the freedom of the outdoors. The promise of freedom rang in my ears as I continued to watch the clock. Each second passed by slower than the last, and the wait felt like eternity.

When the bell finally rang, the entirety of Derry High School emptied into the front gardens. They shrieked with glee, and papers were strewn throughout the lawns.

I found myself a spot on my favorite bench and began to take in my surroundings. A bus sat in front of the school, as two police officers and Mrs. Ripsom scanned the crowd in hopes of being able to find her now missing daughter. The irony of the situation, became Mrs. Ripsom's pain being drowned out by the happiness of the children around her.

I looked to my left and discovered a small group of boys, composed of Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, William, or as they called him, Bill Denbrough, and Stanley Uris. I grew up next door to Stanley, and had known him since we were in diapers. We were childhood friends growing up, but drifted apart as we grew older, as we developed our own friend groups, his being the losers club, or so they call them, and mine, still to be determined.

I was a unique kid throughout my whole childhood, and always had been a slight outcast in comparison to my peers. I never was big on the trends, and didn't ever really care about what people thought about me. After my mom's death, I became a second mother for my younger siblings, Peyton, my 8 year old mini me, always followed my every move, and would cling onto everything about me, and Lizzie, my 3 year old baby, who was always just a little too afraid of everything. Then, there was Joseph, my 11 year old brother, and the biggest pain in the ass around, but he was my pain in the ass. I loved my siblings with every bit of my being, but I knew that i couldn't be the motherly figure they would need in the years to come.

My dad was always the most loving person I knew, which many people would consider a strength, but in his case, turned out to be a weakness. He loved with his whole heart, no matter how many wrongs a person could do, and after mom's death he was never quite the same. He had to work 2 jobs, one at the Derry Public Library, on the night shift, where he kept the books in order and cleaned the place up after closing, and another, in the quaint diner that my mother used to love to visit as a family when we were younger. After a long days work, my dad would come home and sit in the dark for hours. The light that was once in his eyes had burned out, and all that was left was the hollow shell of who he once was. I knew he still loved us, even though we often lacked communication, but his will to wake up every morning and work to support us, spoke volumes.

I was shaken from my deep thought as I noticed Henry Bowers and his gang head towards the losers club. I began to sprint towards them, though my mind told me to run in the opposite direction.

I heard as I approached "Nice frisbee, flamer", and I glanced over just in time to see Stan on the ground, as his kippah flew through the air.

Without a second thought I charged towards Henry and his gang.

I shouted "Hey assholes! Why don't you pick on someone that will actually fight back? You do realize you don't look stronger when you assault people smaller than you, honestly it just makes you look weak".

They glanced over in my direction, and Henry walked over and leaned down to get on my level.

He replied with his signature scowl, "Just because you're a bitch doesn't mean I won't fight you too"

I felt myself losing control over my anger, and slapped Henry right across the face.

"What the hell?!?!" He screamed, and I saw his father, one of the policemen from earlier, look over.

I smiled at him, and whispered into Henry's ear, "Leave now, or your father will be hearing about this", which caused Henry to immediately shrivel in fear.

He replied, as if he had the power in the current situation, with "This summer, its gonna be a hurt-train for you and your faggot friends" and rushed to his car. His friends followed, and I turned around to a group of boys in shock at the series of events that just occurred.

I simply replied with "What? Never seen a bitch stick up for herself before?", and shrugged slowly.

With that, I left the boys, and made my way over to the bike rack to pick up my prized possession. I had gotten the bike for my 11th birthday, prior to my mother's demise, making the bike one of my last connections to my mother and this earth.

I swiftly jumped onto the bike, and headed home in hopes of beating my siblings so they wouldn't be alone when they arrived. The summer breeze blew through my hair as I sped through the streets of Derry, not a care in the world, for once in my life.