i woke up by the sound of my alarm clock, while trying to turn it off, i knocked everything else off of my bedside table. Shit. i groaned knowing i had to go to school and see the face of Greta Bowie, she bullied me because i protected Beverly Marsh once. I don't really have friends, i only really ever talked to Bill Denbrough when his brother went missing. “Get up, it's the last day of school.” My brother barged into my room. “Yeah yeah whatever get out”, Once he left i went to my closet and picked out an outfit for the day.
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I went into my bathroom, brushing my teeth, taking a shower etc and went downstairs to have breakfast. I hated those stairs, they always did creaky sounds meaning i couldn't go down the stairs without being un-noticed. “Hurry up and get out of the house, i can't stand seeing your face anymore.” I looked at my drunk dad, sprawled out on the kitchen floor. I sighed, knowing i wouldn't eat breakfast today. I grabbed my bag, headed out of the house and got on my bike, soon leaving to go to the so called Hell. Once i arrived, i immediately went inside, my hope that Greta would be busy talking with her rats soon faded away as she pushed me into a random kid “Watch where you're going, lesbian”. She called me lesbian because of that one time she caught me kissing my friend as a dare, i lost all of my friends because of the rumours. I looked back, seeing i was still laying down on someone. I quickly got up “Sorry”, they also got up “It's okay, Greta was the one who pushed you anyways.” I looked at him, a noodle haired boy. He's kinda cute not gonna lie, wait what? “Um... yeah, uh, i'm gonna head to class now” I walked away from the curly haired boy.
I knew i was early to class, there where exactly 18 minutes left before my class started. I sighed, sitting in the corner of the classroom, pulling out my sketch book and drawing that boy i ran into earlier.
I didn't pay attention the whole lesson, i was mostly paying attention to my drawing. The teacher didn't really care, i don't think she even knew about my existence before the 2nd month of school. I laughed at how ridiculous i was, drawing a boy that i know nothing of, yet, something was still intriguing about him. The bell rang, everyone screaming and pushing eachother to see who would make it out of this shithole first.
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Damn, i even remembered he had a goddamn mole on his neck yet i don't know his name? if he ever saw that i did this he'd probably think i was a creep. I again, sighed, probably for the 100th time today, still didn't beat my record of sighing 2067 times an hour (joke) though. I grabbed my notebook and stuffed it into my bag, heading to my next class that i'd probably spend staring at the wall, well, not exactly. My next class was math, i sit next to Richie Tozier there. He's pretty funny i'd say, sometimes really fucking annoying but still pretty intertaining. I sat down, “Hey sugartits, ready for another hour of my sexy ass face?” I rolled my eyes at him, i wouldn't say we where friends, i skipped Math class most of the time so I probably only saw him three times every month. “Couldn't be more excited, tozier.” he winked “You're looking extra hot today, do you really want to impress me, hotstuff?” he adjusted his square glasses. “Don't flatter yourself, i got ready for your brother not you.” he frowned. “You don't have a brother dumbass” His face immediately lit up, but soon flushed red of embarrassment. I grinned and took my notebook out of my bag thinking of what i could draw.
Richie grabbed my notebook and looked through the pages, until he stared at one. “Holy shit did you seriously draw stan the man?” I furrowed my eyebrows “Who?” He showed me my notebook and pointed at the boy's face. Oh, him. “you drew an unmanly jew but you didn't draw me? My feelings are hurt, baby.” He held his hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt. “Ms. Wheeler and Mr. Tozier, pay attention to the class.” “Yes Mrs. Smith” Me and richie said in unison.
