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" hey, if you're the king of losers with the paper crown, where's your queen of dirtbags "
the story of eight young teens fighting a force of nature to survive , or
in which the local loser-girl gets her official title
book one of two
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CHAPTER TEN let's go kill this fucking clown.
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It hadn't changed one bit since that day. Nicole noted that as the group of seven pulled up to the front of the house, sliding to slow stops. She wasn't terribly surprised that they wouldn't leave a friend behind, but she couldn't help but feel that twinge of wonder... they hadn't exactly parted on good terms.
"How's your hand?" Mike, who had been the one who took over nursing her hand last time, gently grabbed her wrist and turned it over. The bandage was new and pristine white, which she knew for a fact that that would change quickly. In her other hand, her hand nervously clutched the handle of her baseball bat.
"Getting better. Probably won't be too good after running around in some sewers, but no broken and bitten hand is going to stop me." Her eyes crinkled when she smiled and Bill looked away with parted lips, like the words on his tongue were holding on for dear life.
Their bikes hit the ground, except Stanley's. He always kicked out the stand when everyone else was so rough with their bikes. Nicole couldn't help but smile at that, despite the situation.
Bill stopped at the door and looked back at them, an almost-perfect copy of the last time they were here. This time, though, they were going in prepared. "Any last words?" He looked around the group, then all eyes turned to Richie.
For a split second it seemed as though he'd gotten stage fright, but he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. Uh, let's go kill this fucking clown."
Nicole felt the corners of her lips curl upwards.
"Couldn't have said it better myself. We're ready." Mike nodded to Bill. Nicole gave him two thumbs up and a brilliant smile.
The door creaked open and the Losers-on-a-mission crossed the threshold slowly.
Then Nicole looked behind them. Stanley was standing at the door, hesitant to enter. She frowned.
"Hey, Stanley. Come on." She called quietly, tapping Bill's shoulder. The others stopped and turned to Stan. He stayed quiet, wildly looking around with wide eyes. She felt pretty sorry for him, but they needed all the help they could get.
"Beverly was right, Stanley. I-if we split up l-like last time, then that clown will kill all of us o-one b-by-- one by one." Bill said, gently coaxing his friend to be less fearful of the house.
With a tiny nod, Stanley wrung his hands together and stepped inside.
Bill lead the way through the house, right into the basement. Nicole closed her eyes as they passed through the kitchen, using only the hand on Bill's shoulder to guide her. It was like she could feel the bite all over again.
