Beverly Point of View
Today is Monday. I hate Mondays. I haven't seen Bill since Saturday. I hope that he is okay and didn't get in trouble. I remember how sad I went home that day. Mya saw me all of my tears and she told me to have hope and that things are going to get better in the end. I don't know what to believe. Yeah, we had the courage to share intimate stuff. I got lost in my thoughts.
" Beverly, you are going to be late, sweetheart. " she yelled from downstairs.
" I am coming."
I took my bike and I rode to school. I saw a boy with a Hawaiian shirt and I knew it was Richie.
" Richie, wait." I shouted.
" Where is your Romeo?" he laughed.
" I haven't seen Bill since Saturday." I reply.
" What did you do that you pissed Bill's parents off so much? " Richie took his glasses off to clean them. He wants to clean them with his shirt. Then Eddie came and gave him a special napkin.
" They found us sleeping on his porch." I say.
" It's not that bad." Stan came.
After that, we meet with Ben and Mike, but no signs of Bill.
After a few classes, the lunch came and Bill hasn't shown up yet.
" What if he is sick?" I questioned others.
" They would send him here telling him that he's fine." Richie statted.
" What if he got kidnapped?" Ben asked.
" No, he didn't get kidnapped, okay?" I respond.
" Ben, we would have been taken by the police to give more information about him. Just like Betty Ripsom's case. " Eddie put a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.
" We have to find him, now. I don't care about school now. I want to know where he is." I cried.
" If we skip classes, our parents will punish us to never see the light of day." Richie said.
The next class came. The teacher came.
" Do you know why is William Denbrough missing? " I questioned him.
" His parents didn't tell anything, so he's skipping classes. " he gave me a strange look. Shoot, I got Bill in trouble.
After school
" Let's slipt up and look for him," Mike said.
" Splitting up is bad, Mike. Let's go to his house." I exclaimed. I took my bike and before I knew it, I arrived at Bill's house.
" Who knocks first? " Richie asked.
" I will." I put my hand on his door and knocked.
His mother answers.
" What do you want?" she asked us.
" Is Bill at home? I questioned.
" Bill. . .
