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Will Byers felt the wind brush against his face as he biked down the road. The sun shining down on everything as its warmth glowed on Will's pale skin. Will loved today, not only for it being the last day of school, but for it being summer. Summer was one of the best times of the year, though he loved fall and spring. Summer was the time to relax, have fun, and to forget everything that had happened the year before. It was exactly what he needed.
He pedaled down Kansas street, the wheels on his bike turning as his hair blew behind him. It was such a pretty time as he began biking towards his house. He almost felt the need to close his eyes and just sense everything. He felt like Bill would when he would exclaim down a hill "Hi-ho Silver away!" except he did not need to. Will just wanted to experience the last day of middle school.
Will sighed, looking at the roads and turning his bike down Costello avenue which shaped like a semicircle. It had many houses down the road if you turned again, where the Byers lived, but in the middle of the avenue lived Derry Elementary. Derry Elementary was a small school, but bustled with children as they headed towards buses or walking to their homes. He could see the smiling faces of children as they held hands together and talked. Will stopped at the end of the street, his eyes watching for cars, but he could still hear the voices of the children leaving their last day of school.
It reminded Will about George Denbrough, the first to die from the clutches of It. Though he had never experienced a friendship with Bill's younger brother, Will felt dread and solemnity in his mind. George will never be able to grow up ever again. Will thought, feeling his heart sink with sadness. Will wished they would have known It sooner than a year later of George's death. But It's dead now. He told himself, trying to make himself feel better. You didn't know. None of us did.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked, surprising Will to see the call of the voice. He turned his head, seeing that the voice pushed his brakes. It was Lucas, who had biked right beside him as he looked over at Will with concern. Lucas had changed since Neibolt not only as a friend, but through fashion as well. Now, he usually wore bright colored clothes, making him stand out from the plain ones he wore in the colder seasons.
Will gave a weak smile at Lucas. "Oh sorry. I was just thinking," He replied as his head turned to the road. He was surprised that Lucas was here. He thought Lucas had gone home with the others.
Lucas nodded, looking over at the school. "What were you thinking about? Were you thinking about our elementary school days?" He asked softly with an awkward chuckle which hung in the air.
"I was thinking about George," Will explained, glancing at the children. There was a group of children by the bike racks, laughing and chatting with one another. He remembered those days of being kids. He remembered always having fun with Michael, Lucas, and their new friend, Dustin in fifth grade, laughing as they talked about what they would do for the summer. He remembered always taking glances at the Loser's Club, watching Bill talk to his friends.
