stranger- stenbrough

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(warning: homophobic slurs, suicide, and terrible writing skills)

it has been a week since the first day of school.

bill and stan getting in an even stronger relationship.

eddie and richie got in a fight and weren't talking.

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richie and stan were walking in the hall way together.

"so... uhm... how are you and eddie doing?"

"fine, well uhm ish..."

"what even happened?"

"well basically i just got mad over something so small, now he won't talk to me."

"wow..."

"i know, hey i got to get to 7th see you after school."

"bye."

stan ran into the same big man he saw two weeks ago.

"shit." he said in his head.

he moved and tried to walk away quickly.

but he grabbed his wrist and brought him closer.

"where you going fag? you got two boyfriends? stuttering bill and richie the trash mouth huh?"

"leave me alone, i don't even know you."

"i'm henry bowers, and i'm here to ruin your life faggot."

stan started to tear up.

"why me?"

"because this is maine! not a ferry town for you idiots."

henry pushed him a little bit.

"see you later bitch."

he walked off.

stan wiped a tear from his cheek and walked to his last class.

-

"alright so, when diagramming a sentence how would you start it off?"

stan wasn't looking at the teacher, he was ethier admiring bill or thinking about henry.

some kid raised there hand.

"yes, george."

"you first how to identify what kind of sentence it is."

"correct!"

she wrote something on the whiteboard.

"okay, so how would we have to-

she was cut off by the bell.

"okay, no homework tonight so make sure you do your weekly vocab!"

stan rushed out the door.

"hey stuh-stan are you okay?"

"i'm fine, hey are you going in richies?"

"yeah, you are tuh-too right?"

"yeah, hold on need to get my lunch box from my locker."

"wuh-want me to cuh-come?"

"no, you should just stay with richie."