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one | the introduction

A/n- (Important, please read)

So the thing is that if I get any dialogue or scenes wrong in this book, I apologise. I'm not actually watching the movie, I'm just reading the script and basing it off of that. So I'm sorry if some things don't match up, but I tried my best, and the story still makes sense nonetheless. 

Anyway, that's all I had to say. Enjoy the story!

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You weren't sure exactly when the whole thing started. The thing you and the rest of the Losers Club liked to refer to as 'The Incident'.

No, you could remember now...

The incident that almost ended your life. And even though it happened long ago, it would scar all of your minds forever and would constantly haunt you.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves.

Let's start at the very start, shall we?

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Summer of 1989

You were walking out of a classroom at your school in Derry, with your three friends Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier. Adjusting the bag straps on your back, you continued the conversation you were all having.

"So, there's this church full of Jews, right? And Stan has to take this super Jewy test," Eddie started explaining to Bill and Richie, who still seemed to be unimpressed with the answer.

Eddie was a close friend of yours, and a pitiful boy. He thought he suffered from a lot of diseases, and he constantly carried around a fanny pack. You never understood his dire need to stay healthy, and you thought his mother's warnings to him were bullshit.

"But how's it work?" Your second friend, Bill, asked.

Bill Denbrough. The fucking beautiful boy you had been hooked on for almost a year for now. You were honestly confused by him, what gave him the right to be so... so perfect? And although he didn't and never would reciprocate your feelings, you still made sure to mentally thank his parents for making a beautiful boy like him.

"They slice the tip of his dick off." Eddie shrugged, as you all continued walking down the hallway.

"But then Stan will have nothing left!" Richie exclaimed, making you let out a laugh.

Richie 'Trashmouth' Tozier was probably the one you were closest to. Apart from being annoying at times, he still managed to make you smile even in your darkest points. You were thankful for a friend like him.

After that remark, Stanley Uris jogged up behind the four of you and slipped himself in between you and Bill.

Stanley was probably the most down-to-earth person out of the group. He was the one keeping everyone in check, and he was also calm and put together.

And then there was you. The only girl in the group, and the most impulsive person you could every meet. You never thought before you acted, but you were also protective. And sure, you would get yourself knee-deep in shit sometimes (Metaphorically speaking, not literally) but the boys would help and everything would be okay again. You were also incredibly clumsy. Constantly knocking things over, and tripping. 

All together, you were the Losers Club.

"That's true." Eddie replied to Richie before adjusting his backpack.

"Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah, anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your dick off." You asked Stanley as he turned to you.

Before he could answer, Richie spoke, "Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say 'Where's the beef?'"