*Beep Beep...Beep Beep* I shoot up out of bed as soon as the noise reaches my ears. I turn off my alarm & grab my watch from the table next to my bed. I quickly strap on my watch & rub my head while I stretch my arms. First day of 5th grade, cant wait I think rolling my eyes. I push the covers off my body & instantly feel goosebumps go up my spine. Why is it always cold in my goddamn room? I stumble out of bed & grab the clothes off my dresser, putting them on slowly so they don't get wrinkled. I button my coral polo & slip on my cargo shorts. I brush my hair & make sure that every single hair is in place. I grab my fanny-pack & run into the bathroom. I brush my teeth fast & run into the living room. I grab my pill case & shove a pill in my mouth. I put my pills in my fanny-pack & everything else I need in there as well. I run to the front door & look out the window. Richie & Stan are arguing & Bill is just ignoring them. Bill was always the father of the group. He made sure we didn't get into too much trouble. Richie was no doubt the most childish. & Stan, well he acted more mature for his age. Always making morbid jokes & showing up with scars claiming they were from a stray cat. I always had to clean them out, so I always had a bandaid & disinfectant wipes in my fanny-pack, just for Stan. I run to the living room & grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.
"Bye Mommy" I lean over & kiss her cheek. Her skin is cold, it's cold everywhere in my house.
"Eddie-bear did you take your meds?" she asks, her gaze not leaving the television.
"Yes," I say heading to the door.
"Do you have your inhaler?" she says, preventing me from leaving. I grab the doorknob & hesitate when she speaks again.
"Yes" I say, opening the door making eye contact with Richie instantly. He stops fighting with Stan & smiles at me. Stan rolls his eyes & picks his bike off the ground, staring at the birds that fly over his head.
"Are all your timers set on your watch?" she asks quickly.
"Yes mommy, love you, bye!" I close the door before she can ask any more questions. I run to the yard & grab my bike, that Richie leaned against my mailbox. I look at Stan who is already on his bike, waiting for us to start.
"Hi E-e-e...fucking hell" Bill says standing up & getting on his bike.
"You guys ready for the first day of sixth grade?" I say excitedly starting to pedal towards school, the other three boys following me.
"Yeah but uh, how's your mom Eds?" Richie says, he looks concerned. God if this is another one of his stupid jokes.
"Don't call my Eds, she's fine, why?" Richie smiles, god damn it Rich. One day is all I ask, just one fucking day.
"I mean last night was great but I just want to make sure she can walk ok" he says laughing. I roll my eyes & look at Stan.
"Richie, just shut the fuck up" Stan says pedaling faster, making himself the front biker. We approach the school in silence. I get off my bike & run up the stairs. I hear Stan & Richie arguing again. But as I run up the stairs, I hear their voices start to drown out. I turn around to see if Richie is behind me & instantly get knocked over. I start to fall backward but the girl who bumped into me grabs my hand so I don't fall. I pull my hand away & steady myself. Why did she touch my hand, I have no idea where her hands have been. I unzip my fanny-pack & pull out my hand sanitizer, glaring at the girl standing in front of me.
"S-sorry I didn't see you" I look at her as I rub my hands with sanitizer & put the sanitizer away. She places her hands on her hips, she's breathing incredibly heavy.
"Are you ok? HOLY SHIT ARE YOU DYING?" I scream, I take a step back. If she is dying, I am not going to catch what she has. She doesn't look sick, she is just breathing like a goddamn gorilla.
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Before They Were Los(v)ers
CasualeBasically just 5 /7 of the Loser's lives before they met each other & killed a clown. This has cursing & a kissing scene. This mentions STD's & anxiety.
