🎈Reddie~One-Shots🎈

~Playground~

⚠️MAJOR FLUFF WARNING
Eddie was definitely that one kid who cried every time his mom dropped him off at school

~Eddie's POV~
When I met Richie? Let's see...
It was the first day of kindergarten and I remember every detail. It was a good fucking day. Color was put back into my life.

August of 1981, my mom and I had just moved into a new house. We moved after my dad left. She just couldn't bare being in the same house, so we moved a few towns over. Maine is a shit hole. Nobody cool ever comes from Maine. I'm mad that we moved, and we didn't even leave the state.

I was pretty lonely for a few weeks. It wasn't that bad though. My mom would never let my play outside, but sometimes I could look out the window and see everyone else having fun. It was nice to know that nobody had a mother like I did.

The rest of summer was bleak, but the first day of kindergarten in Derry was one of the most interesting days I've ever had. It started out awfully. I walked in the door, holding my mom's hand, and I saw the multitude of gross little kids. There were 6 year olds screaming and running around. This was not something I could handle.

I looked up at my mom and held her hand tighter. A young blonde woman came up to me. She was so tall, like a giraffe. I hid behind Mommy and almost started to cry. I could perfectly fit behind her large waist so nobody could see me crying. I held on to Mommy's leg and I didn't think I would ever let go.

I saw the woman talk to Mommy, but then she walked away. I thought I was going to have the chance to go home so I came out of hiding. I stood in front of my mother and watched the lady with blonde hair walk around, trying to calm down the others. Class was about to start. The lady had her hair piled on top of her head. Holding it up loosely was a fat purple scrunchie. She was a colorful lady. I soon later learned that her name was Ms. Amanda. She sang to us everyday and always made sure that her students got along.

Everyone was sitting on the rug in the middle of the room, while I was still standing in the doorway. I exchanged a look with Mommy. My eyes said "do I have to?" but hers said "There isn't a choice." I knew I had to go sit with all of the other kids. I saw one stare at me from the rug. He wasn't sitting criss-cross applesauce like everyone else though. The little boy was lying on the ground with his feet up in the air, like he was pretending to walk on the ceiling. He clearly had no attention span.

Ms. Amanda walked up to me and kneeled down to my low level.
"Hi," she said in a soft voice. She smelled like sun butter, peanut butter maybe. "Your mommy told me that your name is Eddie. It's nice to meet you, my name is Ms. Amanda. Why don't you join the group Eddie?"
I looked at my mom again. She smiled, telling me it was okay. I wouldn't give in, however.

I held tight to Mommy's leg and didn't let go. Ms. Amanda tried to hold my hand while Mommy pried me off. I was not having it.
"Go on, Eddie-bear." My mom said as she tried to push me off of her. It was impossible. I started to cry and scream. There was no pulling me off. I kicked at Ms. Amanda when she tried to ease me off of my mother.

I was making a scene, and I didn't care. All of the other kids were looking at me. I could see at least half of them trying not to laugh as I screamed. That one little boy was now standing up instead of lying down or sitting with the others.

I saw the faces everyone was making at me, and I let go. Ms. Amanda carried me to the rug and I sat between her and some other kid who I don't remember. I do remember that the other kid, Richie, kept staring at me. It made me uncomfortable and mad. He didn't need to be looking at me anymore. There wasn't a reason.