A Clown's Daughter

Chapter 4- The Quarry

I woke up around ten the next morning. I got dressed in a blood-red t-shirt and black jean shorts, pairing it with white sandals. I had a black bra and black underwear on. I grabbed my backpack and filled it with my sketchbook. I looked to draw my surroundings, and I figured the quarry would be a good thing to sketch.

I walked to the quarry, since it was a short distance from the sewer entrance. The boys were lined up at the edge of the cliff, wearing only their underwear.

"Oh my god, that was terrible! I win!" Richie exclaimed.

"What are they playing?" Bev whispered, walking up to me.

"Loogie," I sighed.

"It's mass, it's always been mass!" Eddie snapped.

"Wha-what is mass?" Richie stammered.

Eddie continued to describe how to win loogie and I rolled my eyes. Bev held her hand to her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

"Alright. Who's first?" Bill motioned to the water below.

"I'll go!" Bev called, unbuttoning her dress.

She started to run to the edge. "Sissies." Bev chuckled as she jumped.

"What the fuck!" Richie yelled. "Holy shit, we just got stood up by a girl!"

"Come on, (Y/n). The water's cool," Bev yelled up to me.

I shook my head, taking off my shoes and placing my backpack on the ground, still fully dressed. "I'm not going down there. Unless you want to see me bust my head open with my luck," I said, standing near the edge and looking down.

I felt myself being pushed, and then water surrounded me. I fumed as I popped my head out of the water. "Who pushed me? Who the fuck pushed me?!" I screamed.

One by one, everyone fell into the quarry and it turned into a splashing war. I splashed Richie especially, since he was the one who pushed me.

"Come on, babe! Don't be like that!" Richie whined as we splashed each other.

My anger for him grew, but a tiny tint of red appeared on my cheek. "Fuck you!" I flicked him off.

"Yes, please," he smirked.

I closed my eyes and floated on the surface, trying to get a little bit of a snack.

Happiness. Laughter. Love.

The love and playfulness radiating off of Richie was the most obvious of all. But, the question is, who does he love?

I sat on the side as the boys played chicken fight, watching them push each other off their shoulders. I then accidentally scraped my foot on a sharp rock, but the pain quickly subsided.

As we climbed out of the water, the pain started to come back. I sat down on the ground and looked at my foot.

It was oozing blood.

My blood was different from a normal human being's. For one thing, it was black, not red. Being born the daughter of an immortal clown, I didn't have the same blood as humans.

"Holy shit, is that blood?!" Richie asked, noticing my foot.

"I'll explain later. Eddie, do you have bandages?" I asked, wincing as I moved my foot.

"Yes, in my first aid kit. But you're doing it yourself. I can't stand feet," Eddie shuddered.

I limped over to Eddie's bag and grabbed the materials out of it. I cleaned it with cotton balls and peroxide, then wrapped bandages around it. Stanley helped me walk back over to the group to see Ben explaining deaths in Derry.

"But, the kids are way worse," he said.

They saw me sit down next to Bev and stared at me.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Care to explain why your blood is black?" Bill asked, surprisingly without a stutter.

"There's a blood disorder that makes my blood black," I lied.

"What is it called?" Eddie asked.

"Methemoglobinemia," I replied.

"Woah. (Y/n) really knows her shit," Richie said.

"Anyways, I've got more stuff, if you want to see it," Ben offered.

Eddie shook his head frantically as I rolled my eyes at him.

"C'mon, Eddie. I'm sure it's not that bad," I reasoned as I stood up, grabbing my backpack.

The rest of them got dressed and grabbed their bikes.

"You didn't ride your bike, did you?" Stanley asked.

"Oh, I don't have one. I don't go out very often," I said shyly.

"You can ride with me," Richie offered.

"I don't think that's necessary-" I started.

"My house is a good distance from here. Ride with one of us unless you want blisters," Ben explained.

I eventually got on the back of Richie's bike and held onto his waist.