IT Chapter 1 - Continued Ending 🎈

Chapter 10 - Sold

Bill walked down the street, Silver by his side. He rehearsed what he was going to say to his parents, trying to figure out what he had to say to make them change their mind about leaving town. He could do this.

'You've got this Bill. They're bound to listen to you. They won't make you go anywhere you don't want to, right?'

He shook the doubts away and turned down the street he lived on. He got a huge surprise when he approached his house. He stared up at it and dropped his bike on the driveway. The 'FOR SALE' sign that was stuck in the grass that morning wasn't there anymore. Instead, it was replaced with a bigger one that read 'SOLD'.

He ran into the house, leaving his bike on the ground. He hoped that he had imagined it. If it was true, if his parents had managed to sell the house, that meant there was no way to stop them from moving. They had to.

"Mom?!"

His mother ran towards him happily.

"Honey, you're home! Did you see the sign?"

"Yeah, I did."

Bill wiped a tear from his eye before any more could leak out.

"This means we can move sooner!"

"What? No! We can't l...leave sooner! I told the others I w...wasn't going until October!"

"Okay, that's fine, sweetie, if you want, we can wait."

"Good."

Bill huffed and went upstairs to his bedroom. He sat on his bed, and put his head in his hands. He gave up. There was nothing he could do. He was leaving Derry next month.

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A while later, Sharon knocked on Bill's bedroom door.

"Come in," Bill sniffed, wiping away tears.

His mother walked in and sat beside him, pulling him into a hug.

"I know you don't want to go, but I think it will be best for all of us. You can still come back and visit your friends, and you can call them every day. You have all of their numbers, right?"

Bill nodded.

"Listen, you will have to sort through all of your things, because we're going in the car. I've left some boxes in the hallway for you to start packing some of the things you know you want to take."

"Okay," Bill replied.

"Are you okay now?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess..."

His mom kissed his head, before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

Bill stood up and walked over to his desk. He knew he had a lot of things he really wanted to keep, so he had to start somewhere. He opened the top drawer and pulled out his sketchbook. He had a lot of drawings in there. He had drawn everything from his friends to his bike to his favourite places in town. His favourite one was one that he had drawn of all of the other Losers when they were at the clubhouse. He thought it represented his friends' personalities perfectly. Richie was sitting next to Eddie in the hammock, pulling a strange face. Eddie had his face in his hands, clearly annoyed with him. Mike sat on the swing watching them calmly. Bev was leaning against a pillar, a cigarette in her mouth, watching Ben put a New Kids On The Block poster on the wall, and Stan was sitting on the ground reading a book about birds, his shower cap on his head. That drawing took Bill forever, and he was so proud of it. He never wanted to let go of that. He was going to put it up on his bedroom wall in their new house. The sketchbook immediately went onto the pile of things to keep.

'How am I going to choose the things to get rid of?' he wondered.

🎈 The next few chapters will probably be quite boring because (spoilers) all of the Losers, except Mike, leave Derry in 1989,  so there will be a recurring theme🎈