I was sitting in my living room, reading a book I heard my telephone ring, I got up, picked up the phone "Hello? Y/L/N residents" "H-hey..Y-Y/N..I-it's b-b-bill.." "Oh hey..what's up?" "D-do you wanna come over to my house? W-were doing r-research on derry" "Okay, I'll be there soon!..bye" "B-bye" We hung up, I went up to my room and changed into this
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"Nice" I said to myself, looking at how I looked in the mirror I grabbed my backpack, stuck some first aid stuff in there, and my sketchbook and pencil Forgetting to grab my inhaler I ran out the door and looked down to see Stanley sitting on his bike looking up at me "Hey.." he said "Oh..hey. What are you doing here? Not that I mind but.." "Oh..I was wondering if you wanted to ride to bills house with me?" He said "Yeah sure" I said, walking down the fire escape, grabbing my bike, getting on it, and began pedaling, we rode for a few minutes until i started to feel my asthma rise..I slow down on pedaling, coming to a stop, Stan looks back at me "You okay?" He said, stopping, and walked over to me "Y-yeah..well..no.." I said panting He looked at me, knowing I was having trouble breathing , I was about to say something when he smashed his lips onto mine, I could tell he had been waiting to do that, I slowy leaned into the kiss, after a moment we pulled away, looking at each other smiling "That was..wow.." he said making us both chuckle "That helped my breathing.." I said "Well..I read somewhere that holding your breath can help panic or asthma attack..such as kissing.." "Well it definitely did now let's go before everyone expects something.." I said, not being able to hold back a smile We got on our bikes again, and rode to bulls house, when we got there we saw Ben Beverly Richie Eddie and Mike were already there We dropped our bikes and walked in the garage. A few minutes later me and Beverly were patching up the windows, making sure it's dark Bill put up the new map of derry on the wall We finally got everything set up, Richie Bev Ben Eddie and Stan sat down on little crates, meanwhile me bill and Mike stood up behind the projector Bill took a projector slide, and stuck it in the projector The old map of derry was now on top of the new map. "L-look..th-there's the spot where g-Georgie went missing..there's the iron works then the black spot...everywhere IT happens..it's- it's all connected by the sewer..then they all met up at the-" bill said, as Ben cut him off "The well house.." Ben said, adjusting himself in his seat, to read the articles "Its that house on Neibolt street.." Stan said looking at me "You mean that creepy ass house where all the junky's and hobos like to sleep?" Richie said I look forward, and saw Eddie taking a puff from his inhaler, I could tell he was having horrible trouble breathing "I hate that place..it always feels like it's watching me.." Beverly said, playing with her fingers "That's where I saw IT that's where I saw the clown.." Eddie said, trying to catch his breath "T-t-that's where it lives.." bill said, looking towards the map I then got a pit stomach feeling, and felt dizzy, as if I was about to pass out "I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there.." Stan said "Can we stop talking about this? I can barely breathe this is summer we're kids! I can barely fuckin breathe. I'm up here having an asthma attack! And look at Y/N! She's clearly about to pass out!" Eddie said, causing everyone to look at me "And I'm not doing this!" He said, ripping the map down "What the hell. Put the map back up!" Bill said, getting annoyed "Nuh uh" Eddie said When suddenly, the projector clicked by itself Click click click.. "What happened?" Bill said, looking at the projector Once again Click click click Eddie walked back to his seat, away from the projector Mike tried to fix the projector by hitting it but no use Click It began showing photos of the Denbrough family, with Mr and Mrs Denbrough bill and Georgie "Georgie.." bill said The projector stopped on a photo of all four of the Denbrough members, it looked like Mrs Denbroughs hair wasn't ready for the photo and it was in her face It kept zooming in. Until it was right in her face, the wind then blew her hair out of her face, except this time..it wasn't Mrs Denbrough..IT was..it! We all began screaming and Richie said "What the fuck!? What the fuck is that?!" "I don't fucking know!" Every one was panicking "Turn it off!" Me and Beverly yelled Mike kicks the projector, making it fall over , it kept clicking After a few clicks IT came out of the projector, it looked 3D Everyone backed themselves away Except for me..I stood there I couldn't move a finger "Y/N!" "Y/N" "Y/N!!" I heard Richie Stan and Eddie yell But I couldn't move The ginormous clown on all fours crawled over to me, I finally moved, I backed up, suddenly feeling my back hit the wall, it grabbed my ankle with its claws, digging one of its claws into my ankle, I let out a low scream When Ben quickly opened the garage I open my eyes, feeling tears stream down my cheek I look down, and saw a bit of blood run down my ankle where that bastard grabbed me Eddie quickly ran to me, looking at my ankle I slowly managed to stand up It stung for a moment by then it went numb I wipe my tears And limped to the others, leaning against the wall "You okay?" Stan asked, looking down at my ankle then back up at me "Y-yeah..I think." "It saw us..it saw us and it knows where we are" Eddie say's shakily "It always did..a-so l-let's go.." bill said "Go..go where?.." Ben said "Neibolt..it's where g-g-g-Georgie is" bill says "After that?" Stan said "Y/N was nearly killed..and it's summer..we should be outside..-" Richie said "If you a-say it's summer one more f-f-fucking time.." bill says, as he got on his bike and rode away to Neibolt..
God why do I do this to myself? Bill is lucky I care about him..or I would've already gave up..
A. Murray.
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