୨୧ 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 {𝗂𝗂} ୨୧

some trash expressed story im making

July, 4th, 1991

There I sat, Iris Bowers.

I was studying in my peaceful home, yes. In summer I'm forced to study.. How do people expect me to keep my straight A's?

I have any friends, Who?

Well, This answer will most likely surprise you.

The Losers club, yes. The most popular girl in Derry, With a bunch of "Losers."

Now, Who even made up the word loser?

Nobody ever said being a loser was bad, why do we have to be that way?

Anyways, here I am, chewing on my eraser to my pale yellow pencil. I heard my clock go: "Tik, Tock, Tik Tock." And so forth.

As bright sun rays beamed through my room, Ahh.. Summer.

The sun's light beamed directly on my cheek, showing off my tiny angel kisses on my pretty pale "Perfect complexion"

I was quite shocked and intrigued by how quiet and peaceful my home was.

My dad would usually come up to my room and slap me for "Not getting him his meal."

Like I'm his maid or some stupid shit like that.

I miss my mother so much, She cared for me..

If only she didn't leave me because she hated me..

Anyways, back to reality.

I was SUPER bummed, I decided to stop studying.

God, my dad is an asshole, making a tween study ON FORTH OF JULY!

No 15 year old should ever spend their vacation studying.

So, You know what?

I'm going to be a free bee today, Ain't no studying for this gal.

I'm already intelligent, And who needs Boring Math study when you're supposed to be outside with your friends.

I might go practice archery soon, and painting.

But, then I'll meet with my friends.

Bowers, Gal..

Out!