the way we roll: it's back

Thirteen

Stan's pov:

Once I got to my spanish class, Nate called me over to sit at his table. "Hey Stan my man! Come sit over here!"

I was surprised at what he called me. That nickname is for William only.

I walked over, sat by him, and put my head down. 

He tried to introduce me to his friends but I zoned out. 

I don't belong here. 

"Hello everyone! We've got a new student today!" said the teacher. "Please ummm, Mr. Uris?"

"Mhm," I said. 

"Okay, come up here and tell everyone your name and where you used to live."

I stood up and walked to the front of the class, taking quick short breaths, I got better at public speaking at my Bar Mitzvah, but I still hate it.

"M-my name's Stanley Uris. I used to live in Maine. In a town called Derry."

"Oh! I've heard of that place. Wasn't there stories of a clown or something?" called out a student.

"That ate all those kids?" questions their friend.

"Yeah, that one! So many people go missing I've heard."

"Uhmm-" I tried to speak. 

"Oh man! I'd hate to live there!" shouted one of Nate's friends. "Imagine walking through the woods, scared something was gonna cut your legs off."

"Yeah," another one of Nate's friends joined in. "Imagine, it'd be like Hell on Earth." 

All the kids laughed, and I saw Nate join in. I ran from the room. 

"I need to go home."

(a/n) ok its bad. and short. im sorry this took me so long. 

bye bye my couch potatoes 

~ Lilli