Katherine walked into the pharmacy, the feeling of nostalgia running through her body, remembering a time when she and her three best friends stole medical supplies to save the new kid in Derry.
She walked to the feminine aisle, her eyes scanning past the Tampax products and birth control pills to the pregnancy test boxes.
She immediately grabbed one Clear Blue box. She's heard from her co-workers that Clear Blue was going to be the best test to use but she didn't use Clear Blue because all she could afford after college was the cheapest test the pharmacy had.
She walked up to the counter, looking for Mr. Keene silently hoping he wasn't the same creep she remembered as a kid when she would steal a pack of cigarettes.
She pressed the silver bell on the counter, letting it ring out in the silent store. "Hello," she called out.
"Well, well, well," someone spoke. Katherine saw it was a woman who chewed pink bubble gum obnoxiously and looked like she was stuck in the 80s. "If it was Katherine Walker-Katy Angel walking back in as if she runs the place."
Katherine furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, who are you?" she asked.
"Of course the big star doesn't remember anything because she's too busy being rich and slutty," she judged looking down at the pregnancy tests.
Katherine was about to question her further until it clicked-
"Holy shit, Greta fucking Bowie," she stated with a small laugh. "Wow, you didn't age very well."
"At least I don't plastic put in my body unlike you, honey," Greta replied.
Katherine chuckled. "Oh Greta, honey. I'm an all-natural woman but you can't do plastic surgery anyway because you're still working for your dad."
"At least I have a dad," Greta snapped.
"I may not have a dad but at least I have a husband and managed to keep him for so long," Katherine fired back.
Greta rolled her eyes. "That loser Bill-"
Katherine narrowed her eyes. "' That loser Bill' is making thousands a year by writing his novels and using his creativity. Do make thousands or even have creativity?"
"He must not be that lucky if he's dating a whore like you."
"Whore is so eighth grade," Katherine told her. "I prefer tramp or hustler if anything. And clearly, he's very lucky if he's the one who mostly wants to rock the bed with me."
"That's fucking disgusting."
"So is your hairline," Katherine replied. "At least I can be classy with my insults unlike you who talks only like white trash." She pushed her test forward. "Now ring up my Goddamn test."
Greta did so, punching in the amount in the cash register with frustration before telling her the amount. "$18.98," she told her as the total.
Katherine hummed. "That's odd because the register says $8.99."
Greta covered the digital numbers. "You must be stuck on drugs like your mom was, so damn delirious," she replied.
Katherine grew angered at that but pushed it down as she kept a calm composure but smiled as she leaned against the counter.
She wanted to rub her lifestyle in Greta's face now.
"You know I could sue you for overcharging me a great amount and I'd win because I can afford a damn good lawyer. I could also buy your dad out of this pharmacy but...you'd have no job and I'm not an asshole like that so I'll put up with it." Katherine pulled out her American Express black card. "I have money."
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Demons | Bill Denbrough
Random"I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones" Katherine Walker was the girl who had a rough home life out of all her friends. They all cared about her but they never knew of her skeletons i...
