New kid||reddie

Chapter 2

The train to Derry would last 5 hours. Eddie sat on an almost empty train looking out the window at the woods, it was now past 9 pm and Eddie was on the verge of sleep. He wore a big grey jumper with "nirvana" printed on it.

Eddie was almost asleep when the train stopped and a man shouted from the platform "This train terminates here. Do not board this train, a train to Indiana will be here within 10 minutes on platform 8" ten minutes Eddie thought as he got off the train ten minutes, I can still turn back, I don't have to go through with this. No. No. No, I'm doing this. And with that Eddie walked over to the man at the ticket booth.
"um excuse me, do you know where 14 James street is?" The boy asked, a little nervous. Eddie had his fathers name and address printed into his mind incase this ever happened. "Oh, Franks house? You sure you wanna go there kid?" He asked strangely and with a hint of fear "y-yes sir uh that's my Dads house... how... how do I get there?" The small boy asked "well just get a cab mate, you don' wanna hang around Derry at this time eh' night" and with that Eddie walked off and called a cab.

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Eddie POV:
I stood in front of the door that belonged to Frank Kaspbrak. I knocked once. No answer. Twice. No answer. A third time, and I hear steps coming toward the door. "Ah, sorry younge boiii i not looooking for aannyyyyy co— *burp* whata' ya' want kidddddd" he said with a slur. Drunk. Drunk. DRUNK. run. And so I ran. No where to go but I ran.

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"And so I ran here, I knew you'd be up so I knocked on your window and well, here we are!" Beverly Marsh said between taking long drags of the cigarette in her hand, never exhaling, she turned to the boy, Richie Tozier and smiled softly. "Yeah yeah don't be so sappy, c'mon, give me one" and with that the girl with short curly orange hair and green eyes handed over the cigarette.
"Beverly Marsh, how is it that your so completely different at school?" Richie asked stupidly, the boy had black curly hair that went to his shoulders and brown eyes, he was wearing his iconic black ripped jeans and Metallica shirt, whilst Beverly wore dark green jeans and a big puffy football jacket and a brown sweater underneath. "You know why rich, I'd rather be a popular fake then a slut-shamed loser!" She said with disgust, but she sounded sad. "Yeah yeah I get it but still— hey wait a sec I'll be right back Bev..." the boy stood up and walked down the street to where a small boy lay unconscious in the middle of the road with cuts and blood everywhere around him, BOWERS the boy thought as he picked up the small drenched boy and brought him over to Beverly.

A/N: ewwww I hate this I don't know what I'm doing with this story so if I abandon it well it's coz my writing is
S H I T. Anyway thanks for reading!!