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everyone was scared. this had never happened. derry was so simple, nothing ever happened. it was boring most times, but i whenever something would happen,
it was never something good. ever.

no one really knew what to say.

but it was a little bit comforting.

it showed that people cared.

...

(that's just what richie told himself.)

...

i'm pretty sure the one most shaken up would be stanley uris.

stanley uris is your average jewish boy down the street,

'he rolled his eyes so much one times he threw up!'

that wasn't true, but it sure was believable.
on a more depressing note,
his mother killed herself due to schizophrenia when he was 14.
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his 15th birday was six months ago.

stanley and his father never really had an amazing relationship. they were never close. however, him and his mom were. they would play board games every friday night. stan always won, but now he kind of wishes he'd let his mother win a bit more. afterwards they'd watch movies until they fell asleep. more times than others they'd be sappy love stories or depressing plots with endings that make no sense.

stanley's father has tried to be better to him ever since the suicide. he tried to keep what's left of that family afloat.

nonetheless, stan wanted to help this guy. this girl. stanley didn't want them to feel like his mother. he didn't their family to feel the way his did. and to answer the throbbing question bouncing off the walls of your brain, no, stanley was not over the suicide.

he picked up his walkman and started his morning stroll to school. before his mother, he would walk with ben. but now he finds comfort in the loneliness, unlike he used to. the feeling of being alone used to drive him nuts. just absolutely crazy. maybe that's because his mother was always there. he was never, ever alone.
crazy, isn't it?
people change easily, you just need to tip them off the edge. not that that's a good thing.

stan's walkman blasted africa by toto.
he tears up every time he hears that song, maybe it was because it was his mother's favorite.

or maybe because of a certain book he read. (😉)

either way, he shut the small item off. he walked inside the horrid place, head held high. stan always had the confidence that made no sense to anyone. he was quiet and quick-witted. no one would really expect it from him.
he edged his locker, tears still draining from his eyes. bill stood in front of it talking to ben. they seemed to be fighting more than talking, star wars on the tip of their tongues being muffled less and less and he walked nearer.

"move, assholes." stan said plain. he wasn't too happy that morning for a multitude of reasons, but then again, he wasn't happy lately anyways.

"sorry, suh-sorry." bill said, lifting his back from the teal-green locker.

the hallways were filled with people stanley didn't like,
...
he didn't like half of derry high hut go off, i guess.

the rest of the day was a blur, it was just like any other day. it was just, normal. to which, it shouldn't have been. there should have been a memorial, the day should have been taken off.