Summer of '84

It is a Gift

                                                                                                                       Chapter Three

"I wanna dance with sombody, I wanna feel the beat with somebody,"

The boys had been staring at Beverly like a starved monkey looking at food. The difference being they are human and Beverly is a female from their grade. Beverly knew every angle one of the boys appended to be watching her layout. Beverly held back a sassy smirk until it finally got the chance to creep up on her lips the corners of her mouth tugged upward as she pushed her brown sunglasses up against the bridge of her nose keeping them from falling off. Beverly

Ripping away his gaze to find a bright blue portal looking light. Admiring from the sky, three people fell crashing onto the tan cliff. As soon as they landed they brushed off their clothes while bickering with each other. One appears to be a lot younger than the rest; his short build and old fashioned schoolboy uniform appeared odd. Although that was the last thing that seemed odd considering the random people’s sudden drop in. Richie was the first to break the silence by speaking per usual. “What the fuck! Who are you?” Richie bluntly stated eating a small smack on the back of the head from Eddie. “Could you do the same thing?” The one in the schoolboy uniform had replied very snarkily.

Beverly stood up standing her ground as she walked over to her dress that had previously laid on top of Bill’s clothes. The rest of the Losers Club followed her actions cautious of the newcomers that had a look of confusion playing on their faces. “Okay now would you like to tell us  your names or are we gonna have to go off nothing?” A lady with a sixties hair cut and darker skin asked if her style was original compared to the fashion they have nowadays.
“Fine but you have to tell us yours,” Bill started puffing his chest outward, his feet placed firmly on the ground. Before anyone could say a damn thing they heard a familiar engine rev the sound getting closer. Signalling Henry Bowers and his gang had been nearby. “Well, strangers, good luck that is our cue to leave.” Beverly had been rambling as she hopped on her old rickety bike her Father had given her years ago. “If I were you I would leave now.” Ben Hanscom yelled back to the group of people who had just randomly fallen from the sky.

It did leave the group of teens in shock, however, that hadn’t been the weirdest thing in Derry so far this summer. Missing children posters littered every lamppost and corkboard in a store. Shops had posters all over their windows.

Although, they had to shrug it off if they didn’t their asses would be hung without care about Henry Bowers’s fireplace. “Holy shit,” Stanley muttered, his mind not being able to quite grasp the situation. I mean who would be able to grasp the horror of seeing a group of people fall from a blue electric anomaly or black hole. The teens eventually got to the town square which held a massive statue of Paul Bunyan wielding an ax. The sound of Belch Huggins mustang grew further and further away from the fast the kids pedaled trying to find a destination in which they would remain safe.

Utterly in shock before talking about what they had witnessed the soon to be deemed Losers Club bid departure and went their separate ways home. Not alone never alone,  each member had a neighbor who would hide with them, like the buddy system that public schools use to not lose the class of kindergarteners which they lonely watch and manage to lose one anyways.