a bird watcher. [stanley uris]

chapter two. [bullies and school]

a/n: this chapter starts a few months after ava moved to derry. it's the last day of school. hopefully that makes sense lol.

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i start getting my things to leave the classroom with stan. we are going to look for eddie, richie, and bill since we are supposed to meet up after school. out of everyone in the loser's club, i am the closest to stan. he became my friend since i moved here. i became a loser ever since he introduced me to the rest of them.

when i first met them, richie just had to say something inappropriate about stan and i, but i guess that's why everyone calls him trashmouth. the losers are literally my only friends. but, they protect me from bullies, like henry bowers and his friends. i try to protect them as well, but i am not good at that. i only do it because losers look out for one another.

as we exit the classroom, i hear eddie say something about a church of jews. they are probably talking about stan's bar mitzvah that is coming soon. i sneak behind them and i shake eddie's shoulders. "boo!" i shout.

eddie lets out a small scream and turns around. "gosh, avie, don't do that."

"it was the perfect timing, eds, and do you wanna do that again and actually sound like a boy?" i ask him, laughing.

eddie exhales. "can we not do that?"

i nod. "i'll let it go. only this once though."

he nods. "thank you."

richie adjusts his glasses. "hey ava! and oh, look at that! you're with stan, like always."

i roll my eyes. he is always saying things like that. i have just gotten used to it. "shut it, richie. and hi, bill."

bill smiles. "hi avie and st-s-stan."

they start discussing stan's bar mitzvah and i tune out. i then see bowers and his gang and i get scared.

i tap on stan's shoulder. "stan..."

he turns to me. "yeah?"

i swallow. "um. bowers." i point at them.

we walk past them and they just glare at us. i see patrick hockstetter just look at me, and i cringe and try to keep up with the other losers.

we walk through a doorway and richie says, "do you think they'll sign my yearbook? 'dear richie, sorry for taking a hot, steamy dump in your backpack last march. have a great summer!'"

i hold back my laugh and we go outside and walk to the trash cans. we start dumping out pretty much anything that is in our bags.

"best. feeling. ever." stan says.

richie, just has to make a comment. "oh yeah? try tickling your pickle for the first time."

i look at him, digusted. "shut up, richie." richie stops talking.