𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘆𝗼𝘂 | 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝘇𝗶𝗲𝗿

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Stan's pov

College. That's all any high school graduate could think of, coming up with thoughts on what to do for the rest of your life.

While everyone was busy stressing out about where to go and what career path should they pick, Stanley Uris was almost the only one who already had a plan. He was going to leave Derry as soon as he could. And that's exactly what's happening at the moment. Stan was driving to the airport to leave for New York City. He applied for college there and got accepted into NYU.

Not much of a shock, since he was known for being the top student in all of his classes at school. All he really wanted was to just get out of Maine. He wanted to start fresh in a new city.

As Stan got out of the backseat of his parent's car, he went to the trunk and pulled out his two luggage cases with some help of his father.

His mother, who was currently trying not to cry at the sight of  him leaving, pulled Stan in for a hug. She wanted nothing more than her son to grow up and be a successful young man she taught him to be. She squeezed him tightly with so much affection and worry at the same time.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Mrs. Uris questioned the teenager with her tissue being held up to her nose to muffle the sound of her crying.

"I promise, I'm going to be okay. You don't have to worry about me. I'll call every chance i get!" Stan gave his mother a reassuring smile and kissed her cheek.

His father walked over and put his hand out for a handshake. It was a quick shake, no more than two seconds.

"Don't make bad decisions. Remember to be in class on time and be the best. Make us proud."

"I will sir. I'll do my very best."
Stan said, not making eye contact.

His father nodded.
"Well, you've got a plane to catch. See you soon."

Stan's mother gave him one last hug and kissed both of his cheeks and waved as he began to enter inside the airport.

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Ugh, I hate planes, why does every plane need to have a crying child?

Stan thought as he stepped inside his dorm room after being guided by the administrator. He walked through the doorway and immediately took in the appearance of the room.

The first thing he noticed was the tiny kitchen space. All it contained was a basic looking fridge, a (very dirty) stove, and a microwave, as well as a few cabinets and drawers. There was also a small square table with two wooden chairs.

There wasn't much to the dorm as you walked in, aside from the kitchen, and the suitcase left randomly in the middle of the room, there was practically nothing.

In the bedroom there were two beds sitting parallel from each other, both right up against the pale grey walls, So the room was divided in half, basically.

One bed was messy, with clothes and boxes all over it it. The wall it was sitting next to had been covered with band posters. Stan recognised some of the bands, but a not lot.

At the foot of the bed sat a guitar, with a bunch of stickers on it, connected to an amplifier.

Stan sighed and rolled his eyes at the sight.

Great. My roommate's a slob. Fantastic.

There was a small wooden desk at the corner of the room, next to a standard sized closet and a door leading to what he assumed to be a bathroom. It was a basic dorm, and to be honest, Stan really did not expect much better.

He sets his luggage aside and leans it neatly on the side of his bed. No one was in the room except him but, they could burst through the door any minute. Stan flops backwards on the bedspread and stares at the ceiling.

So I guess this is it.

He rests his hands on his stomach.

A new beginning.

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written by marlene
edited by bug
08/12/20 (uk dates)