Taming the Trahsmouth

Chapter One

Chapter one:

Meeting Mr. Trahsmouth

Beep! Beep! Beep! I groaned a bit,  glancing over at the hellion that was my alarm clock. I smashed the button,  demanding it to shut up before fluttering my eyes a bit,  brushing away any ounce of sleepiness left in them. It had been a few months since I've moved to Derry, and I was still not used to this… unusual town. People acted so tight knit,  but I guess that wasn't so unusual for a small town. No,  it wasn't just that, it wasn't the feeling in the pit of my stomach I got when I walked outside by myself,  like someone was watching me, analyzing my every move. It was the adults. The way they acted oblivious to their children's disappearance, or rather,  how they looked so numb,  they couldn't fully grasp what had been going on. I shook my head,  ridding myself of those thoughts before getting ready for the last day of school. I didn't see the point in doing anything special,  seeing as I had no need to impress anyone,  so I put my hair back in a simple ponytail,  up and out of my face,  put on my favorite shirt
  ' Back to the Future' I had gotten months prior to moving, and some black denim jeans,  with slight tears at the kneecaps. Finally to finish it all off,  I put on my black glasses with little silver bows on the side, before giving myself a once over. Okay,  not horrible,  I thought,  adjusting my outfit one more time before grabbing my sneakers and half empty backpack,  bounding for the door. "Wait! " I heard my mother yell,  grabbing my arm a little too roughly,  causing me to wince in the process. I bowed my head,  not wanting to look up at her. " Yes mother?" I mumbled,  avoiding eye contact. "I'm not going to be back tonight,  I'm going out with friends,  which is far more than you can say ",  she says,  pausing to smirk at me before continuing,  " and I need you to clean the house when you get home,  or else you know what will happen," she said,  before throwing my wrist down,  like any physical contact with me would burn her. I just nodded before rushing out of the house,  leaving that hell hole behind. Collecting my thoughts,  I quickly entered school grounds, which was due to the close proximity of where I lived.
The school day passed by as normal,  quicker, but nothing too abnormal about it,  after all, it was a welcomed feeling. Most days had gone by far too slow for me. The bell finally rung,  signaling the beginning of freedom for most children in the town of Derry. Unlike them,  I get to stay locked up in the house,  all alone…. Yay,  I thought,  rolling my eyes a bit to myself. I did that alot, talking to myself,  I mean. All the sarcastic replies, or witty retorts I kept to myself.  I stayed in the shadows,  no one would bother me, no one would pick on me, because to these people, I barely exist. I'm that ghost they see roaming the school halls from time to time,  the girl who was forgotten until the teacher called on me in the mornings, or to answer a problem. I was a nobody, and I preferred to keep it that way. I may have wanted friends,  but people here aren't too friendly. They judge, manipulate and deceive one another, it was quite a sour sight. The buzzing halls filled with chattering teens, all planning on what to do over the long summer break,  giggling at the jokes being tossed out left and right. But I could only focus in on the conversation being held by the infamous Losers Club. This club, though small, was pretty well known in this school. Though, not for the greatest reasons. Most,  if not all the members had been bullied by some point or another by Henry Bowers, the trashy, backwood kid who's dad was a cop. He got held back a grade or two, so he used his age and height to his advantage when bullying other kids. Bill Denbrough had caught a lucky break though,  Bowers left him alone due to his brothers sudden disapearence, but that only meant double the pain for the rest of the Losers. Stanley Uris, who had been extremely nice to me since I first arrived here , had acted as the groups ' mom', mainly scolding Richie when his jokes had gotten too out of line. Bill Denbrough,  the leader of the group, the glue that kept everyone together through thick and thin. Eddie Kaspbrak, who was known for his over consumption of pills, or medicine in general, and being the groups designated doctor for when they got beat up too bad by Bowers. Finally, there was Richie Toizer, or trashmouth as people liked to call him. He got on everyone's nerves,  but I admired him in a way. His ' I dont give a fuck attitude' or the way he wasn't afriaid to speak his mind, even when he probably shouldn't have. It made me a bit envious of him, but I ignored it, settling on just silently observing them. So I just kinda sat on the brick railings of the steps, hugging my backpack and soaking in the freshly evident summer breeze. 
" Best,  feeling, ever! " Stan said,  dumping his backpack along with the other Losers. 
" Oh yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time", Riche said,  grinning at his own joke. Everyone just kinda glanced at Richie, not too overly impressed with their friends joke,  while I had to suppress a giggle and look away from the Losers, settling for a shy smile, and glancing back over to the group once more. I had noticed Bowers and his crew of miscreants head for the club members,  causing me to jump up and sneak a little closer. Was this a bit too nosy? Yes. Did I care? No. Henry bumped into Bill,  while one of his friends grabbed Stanley's kippah.  " Nice frisbee", he said, snatching it from his head,  and throwing it a distance away. By this time, my blood was boiling. Who does this? What kind of sick human being picks on another one for the sake of amusement?  I was interrupted though when I heard Bill yell" You s-s-suck Bowers! "  Huis friends stared at him like he was crazty,  but his frirnre gave a 'whoop! ' of approval. The look of pure shock on his face was almost funny enough to laugh at. Almost. I finally decided to intervene in the flooding arguments happening between the two groups " Bowers,  just leave, schools out. By next year, you won't be the big bad man of the school anymore, your just be another freshie,  like all of us. You'll be a nobody",  I said with slight venom, astonishing myself and those around me. His face brightened to the color of crimson,  making me shake a little bit. " Just you wait you little bitch, your turn will be soon. " With that, he hoped into his friends car with a loud whoop and left without anymore threats. I looked back to Richie,  who had been staring at the unfolding scene before him. He looked up at me before smirking that devious smile of hid " Holy shit, that was a hell of a thing to do ghost girl".