Missing

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Chapter Six

" Just watch me float away
I know you know I won't stay
What a mouthful that was
You were in the drink"

 Behind him was an unfamiliar voice loudly speaking, turning around Richie saw a man that looked like hippie Jesus. Flashing back to the blue portal at the quarry, he faintly remembered bits of the sight. However, Richie was too busy with his friends blocking out the image.

“Maybe they were aliens from Area 51?” Richie thought talking to himself as hippie Jesus passed by with a girl who looked scared and another guy who looked like a Batman wannabe trailing behind him.

Normally people would think twice about what they saw. Not in the town of Derry Maine, things always were off. Back in the history books, Ben Hanscom had read the newest member of the Losers Club. Every twenty-seven years something big happens. Every twenty-seven years a lonesome child goes missing until one child turns into half of Derry’s population. Never to be found again.

Unless you are Richie Tozier and you honestly think that they will be found in a ditch decomposed smelling like Eddie’s Mom’s underwear. Richie played down on the side of the hill waiting for his friends to return. 
Eventually, they did, back to riding bikes around town.

The losers had found that keeping moving was the safe way out of a beating from Henry Bowers. "At least I wasn't cleaning her sink imagining it was Eddie's Mom's vagina on Halloween," Richie remarked riding circles around his group of friends. "Beep Beep Richie," Bill stuttered, basically telling him to shut up. "Trash the Trashmouth, I get it," Richie fired back. 

"Isn’t that homeschool’s bike?” Richie asked “Yes it is,” one of the others replied back to Richie. Eyeing Belch Huggins blue Trans-am. Before they heard a scream coming back from behind the wild stray shrubs. “We should go help him.” Ben proposed before throwing their bikes down in the middle of the street. Minus Stanley who actually gave a fuck about his bike, therefore he proped his bike up on his kickstand

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