𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ↱ 𝐈𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 (hiatus)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝟔

"NEWSFLASH, SCHOOLS OUT FOR THE SUMMER."

   Ears perked up at the sound of voices, the trio of blondes cautiously glancing at each other. After discussing what had happened, the three had plugged in their walkmans and sat under the safety of the shade. Unfortunately for Patricia, her skin was an unearthly shade of red so the shade did little to ease the pain.

Discarding their music and bags, the small group of girls scurried over to where they heard the voice. Skepticism ran deep through their veins as they parted the foliage, only to realize the voices came from a group of boys sat at the quarry. Taylor and Patricia scrunched their noses up in disgust while Amelia just scowled. The group was the infamous losers club, every weirdo to ever walk to halls of Derry middle school that didn't fit in anywhere else was placed into that club.

Amelia couldn't remember their names for the life of her and as she glanced at the other two sitting by her she realized they, too, had no idea. To everyone but the Bowers gang the losers were referred to as the losers, people didn't bother to learn their names as they weren't important. One can only imagine what would happen if you were caught looking in the direction, but talking to them? That was social suicide.

The girls curiously watched as a kid with bulky glasses pulled out a folder from a backpack. The other kids start rummaging through the rucksack, a shorter kid clad in khaki shorts and a polo shirt taking out a library book.

"That library stuff. Not school stuff."

Amelia's eyes scanned the faces before realizing the chubby kid was the one to talk, taking in how his face was painted crimson. Patricia and Taylor also noticed the kid and turned their noses up in disgust, taking in his disheveled appearance and lack of puberty. Amelia rolled her eyes at the two before returning her attention to the conversation at hand, noticing the boy wearing a fanny pack was asking about the book he had taken out.

"What's with the history project?"

The chubby kid swallowed nervously and rubbed his hands together.

"Oh, uh, when I moved here I didn't have anyone to hangout with or anything, so I started spending time in the library."

The kid with the glasses groaned in annoyance, nimble fingers pushing the dorky frames back into place as he threw one of the books onto the ground.

"Seriously? You went to the library? On your own? For fun?" he asked exasperatedly, running his palms along the Hawaiian shirt that adorned his lanky frame.

Patricia simply rolled her eyes, ready to go back to tanning until a certain red head decided to join the conversation. The fiery blondes features immediately set into a glare, cold eyes trained on Beverly Marsh. For as long as Patricia could remember Beverly had beaten her in everything; she hated it. She hated how she was constantly compared to Beverly and how the red haired girl was effortlessly perfect, a far stretch to Patricia's own chaotic personality.

You could say the Marsh kid was Patricia's worst enemy, and everyone around them knew this.

Tuning back into the conversation, Patricia watched as Beverly questioned the books and stacks of yellowing newspapers.

"Why is it all of people getting killed and kids missing?"

Amelia, Taylor, and Patricia all glanced at one another, suspicion evident as they leaned farther into the brush to hear more.

"Dunno, that's Derry I guess."

Taylor was grinning, now recognizing the boy as the one she saw in the library mumbling about the missing cases. She watched as the group of losers furrowed their eyebrows, curiosity evident. If he was onto what Taylor thought he was, she was sure that the three musketeers would force him to spill what he has on these cases. With that in mind she payed closer attention to the conversation at hand.