STOLEN (Pennywisexreader)

Chapter 1: Hello Derry

"Get the stuff, take it into the house." You're mother would say leaning on a car. Y/N took the rest of the boxes, handling them with care and arranging them all in order. "I'll choose my room first, unpack everything." You grunted, having to deal with this witch of a mother all day, she was more like an annoying sibling to state fact, ever since you're father died, your mother would always drink, drugs and occasionally be a street whore and invite strangers in the house. You wiped the sweat away and carefully walked back into the house carrying 3 medium sized boxes. The house you were living in was located in Derry, it was not far from the Neiblot house which you had passed earlier, ever since you passed the Neibolt house, you had an uneasy feeling, as if someone was watching you from the inside. It sent shivers down your spine, it nearly made you wish you stayed back at your original home, but this is what life gives us. Your new home was decent, it was a two story, painted a dark shade of grey, 2 bedrooms and one bathroom. You were not rich, not even slightly to say the least, but this will have to do. The reason you moved? Your mom recently got a job in Derry, which meant you had to move instead of her having to drive a few hours to get there. You at first did not like the idea, leaving the only one friend you had, and the school and area you are familiar with. In high school you were constantly bullied, about your moms alcoholism, personality and the fact you never really had any friends. Girls in the hallways called you a slut, because they thought their boyfriends were screwing around with you. The reasoning behind this was because of your looks. You were fairly beautiful, more fair than all of the girls in your old high school. But as they say, looks don't matter, you were still constantly bullied.
A few years of this and you spiraled into depression. Many years and you still have not managed to get out of its sadness's clutches. Now having to move away from your best friend, Emily Ratajkowski. You two were inseparable. Always having each other's backs since the first day you stepped a foot on school ground, now falling into a deeper hole of depression because you may no longer see her. You two shared the biggest goodbye hug with tears in both you and hers eyes. She honestly was the friend everyone would ask for, now she is miles away from me.

"How I miss her..." you softly said to yourself, finishing unpacking the rest of the boxes, you nor your mother do not have many belongings, so it was quick to unpack, without your moms help of course.
You brushed your fingers through your H/C hair, walking upstairs into your new room. You opened the crimson red door and stepped in your new room. It was small and square shaped, on the second floor with blue wallpaper that had clouds on it. "How I hope we do change that wallpaper." You ran your fingers against the wall, wondering where or arrange all of your things. "Y/N! Come here!" You groaned. "What could that witch want now?" You speed walked down the stairs and to your mother, who was in the kitchen, arranging her alcohol as she would do. She turned around to face you, and had put her hands on the counter looking at you with that face she uses to always beg you for something. Her smile slowly formed as she spoke to you standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "Can you please be nice and get me more alcohol? I'm nearly running out. See?"
She pointed to the cupboard, only a few remain and a half empty one. You stood there arguing if you should or not. If you did, she would leave you until her alcohol is finished. You decided to go with that. "Okay mom....give me the money." You approached her now standing in the other side of the counter, she got out her purse and rummaged for any money. This went on for a minute, you waiting patiently with a still expression. She stopped, slowly looked at you and did a pleading smile. "Fuck, okay mom, I have money. I'll get you're damn beer." You went through the pockets of your jeans and found you had extra money in it. "I'll be back mom, see you later...." you walked out the room, through the lounge and out the front door. "Thanks Y/N! I'll cook a nice meal tonight!" You heard her voice while you walked on the pavement. Cooking.... it brought back memories of when your dad, mom and you would always cook together. Although your mom was a horrible cook, still is. Your dad was a splendid cook. You smiled at the memory as you walked, that was years ago but it was still visibly clear in your mind. There were only a few adults walking around while children played on the streets, some kids were just walking home from school. "Glad I don't  need to attend that hellhole anymore." You whispered as you saw teens walking home, looking nearly dead. You were caught up in your thoughts when you nearly walked into a streetlight, it had many missing kid posters on it. You abruptly stopped and inspected the papers. You picked on of them from its place and inspected it.
"MISSING: Patrick Hockstettor" you placed down that poster, and looked at the other ones "MISSING: Betty Ripsom" there were many more, as you read you noticed even more poster at the other side of the streetlight. And even more posters across the road where a book store was with missing kid posters on its windows. "Jesus, what the fuck is up with this town? Poor kids...." you softly said as you glanced at the posters one last time before walking. You felt uneasy, as if someone was watching you at the moment. You briefly looked around the area. There was nothing. Only the children happily playing ball in front garden of the house at the next block. You continued walking, taking slow steps to just take in the town in all its glory. It honestly was a beautiful town, you enjoyed the scenery. Your hair flowed thorough the slight breeze as you walked. "Y/N...... how I waited for you...." you gasped and turned around when you heard your name being called in a raspy and low voice, and while something  grazed your shoulder.."now your being paranoid, idiot" you thought to yourself as you entered walked to the shop that was only across the street now. You entered the shop, the bell going off signaling that  someone has entered. The shopkeeper at the counter smiled at you and greeted you. "Hello miss, need anything?" You looked around the store briefly and noticed a boy wearing a shirt and  shorts in the candy isle. You looked back at the shopkeeper, smiled and greeted her back. "Yes hello miss, I would like two six packs of scotch whiskey." You faintly smiles at the lady, who now looked skeptical at you with a brow raised, her head slightly tilted in supposed confusion. "And how old are you, missie?" She now said in a more demanding tone. "I'm nineteen ma'am." She now looked away and sighed. "ID please." She was now hovering over the counter. Oh, yes I have it right here ma'am, you took out your wallet that was in your pocket, opened it and took out your ID. The lady took it. "Well seems real to me, I'll get you your alcohol." She disappeared in the back looking for the alcohol. The boy that was in the candy isle was now next to you, waiting to pay, he started to make conversation. "H-hello, are y-y-you new?" He stuttered, but with a slight nervousness in his voice. You smiled and faced him. "Yes. I just moved here today." He looked back at you and had red all over his cheeks. "O-o-oh well i-it's nice to have new f-f-faces in t-town." He smiled faintly. It looked like he was about to say something before the lady come back with the stuff I asked for. "Alright missie, that'll be 15 dollars." She said as she readjusted her glasses. "Thanks" is all you said before getting the packet of alcohol and gave her money, you said farewell to the boy and headed out. As you went out the store you saw a group of children on their bikes, like they are waiting for someone. There were six children, all five were boys while there was only one girl. You kept walking towards your house until you heard "Damn! That's some fine looking ass!"You looked back and saw a boy with black hair and glasses grinning like an idiot, looking back at you. Until a boy with an arm in a cast come behind him and slapped him behind the head. "Ow man!" The glasses boy said rubbing his head all while the group stares at him. The girl with red hair finally spoke up form the distance. "We're sorry! He's not always like this." She glared at the glasses boy. "It's not my fault, it sure is a fine looking ass!" He said still rubbing he's head, the rest looked embarrassed like he probably did this on a daily basis. You stared, and spoke. "It's fine. I should get going now, bye." You said as you walked out of there. The group was arguing with the glasses boy. "Richie you total dumbass that was sexual harassment, she is probably weirded out by us right now." Eddie said slightly annoyed. Richie looked up. "Well mommas boy. I'm sorry" they continued to fight, until Bill came out the store with candies and handed each a candy. "What are you guys talking about?" Bill said as he handed Beverly the last candy. "No nothing, nothing at all. Let's head out troop!" Richie said in his British accent as he was the first to peddle. Bill looked one last time at the girl who's back was turned walking away, before catching up with the group.

"I'm home!" You called out. You walked in the house and the first thing you saw was your mom sprawled on the floor passed out with beer cans scattered around. You tiptoed around her and placed the pair of six packs she has asked for by her feet. You went through one of the boxes that is next to the counter in the kitchen that  still had not been unpacked, and took out an extra pillow and blanket. You placed the blanked over her and carefully put the pillow under her head. She snores in her sleep. Your mom was a beautiful and talented woman. She can't do this. You sighed thinking about it as you stepped over your mother heading for the staircase to your room. You opened the door to still see that your room was empty. "What a wonderful life.." you said in a dramatic tone. Still having to get your bed since you don't have it yet, you grabbed a blanket and pillow and laid it on the floor. As you put your head against the pillow going to sleep, you could have sworn you saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at you from the dark corner of your room.

-hope y'all liked it, it's my first story so my writing will be crap, there is so much I want to do with the story and the characters, but don't worry, pennywise will still play huge part in the story. It will be a veeeeeery long book. Please notify me of all the errors! Thank you!-