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Y/n POV:

There was a new kid in the class, Stan was in front of me while Richie was in the back it was cold, not just cold like winter but cold like Erie and sad. I pulled over my flannel that went over my sweater to try and creat some warmth. I sat with my legs crossed over the other so no one got a peek under my pencil skirt.

out of Curiosity I looked over at bill wondering what he was up to, only to find him looking at Beverly marsh, i admit she was beautiful..I could tell he liked her.

After a few minutes of watching, sadness took over me I remembered how I didn't even show up at George's funeral I felt terrible.
Broken from my thoughts, my ears were dragged to the new kid talking.
We all turned our attention to him as he started

He was biting his nails as he spoke

"My name is Ben hanscom, until last week I lived with my mom in Houston Texas" he looked at me and I sent him a warm smile then he looked back up at the class "we moved here to live with my cousins" he was cut off by Henry bowers "look at that gut" Henry said looking deeply at him

"Just like the one y/n's got in her thighs" Henry pointed out laughing with his friends, I went red and put my head down I was tough but I was still self conscious I looked up to see Eddie looking at me he mouthed to me "it's okay" with a warm smile, i gave him one back and turned my attention back to ben.

Stan looked back me and then at Henry his goons only laughed and one even let out a loud burp I looked at him in disgust and so did Richie which was surprising cause it seems like something he would laugh at, or even do. I just looked up as the teacher spoke.

"Go on Ben." My Teacher said obviously upset at his outburst "have you any hobbies?" My teacher asked "well I like to read a lot especially about old civilizations, the Egyptians, Indians" Ben said "we have a wonderful library here, Ben." My teacher said with joy.

"Welcome to Derry" she finished

"Thank you, miss Douglas" Ben said walking away from the front of the class "oink, oink"
Henry said slapping my thigh I moved away slowly as he glared at Ben.

"What a porker" Henry said staring down Ben Henry and his goons chuckled till the teacher spoke up
"Henry bowers, you will stay for one hour after school everyday this week" the teacher said no she dementedly told him

Henry looked down trying to make him feel bad "my father will tan my hide" Henry said looking at the teacher "you should have thought of that before you picked on Ben" the teacher said in anger but trying not to show it "now report to the principals office" the Teacher demanded on his way out he walked behind me slamming his hands down on my shoulders, i groaned in annoyance and pain.
"Your dead fat boy" Henry said to ben.

Stan leaned forward "boy, is that gonna be some funeral friend" stanly said to Ben Bev was looking at Ben with red cheeks. suddenly the teacher started speaking "as you know the sheriff has instituted a 7:00 p.m curfew" the teacher stated with worry lacing her voice. Nodding as the bell rang we all up and left

Third person POV:

Ben walked out of class and to a small stair way that led down a path to the road home as he walked he was stopped by Beverly peering around the corner of him "like this place so much your gonna stand here all day?" Beverly said causing Ben to jump out of his skin he turned to her smiling knowing its her "schools over you know.." Beverly added before being cut off

"Excuse us, please. Can we get through?" A girl asked with her friend close behind "honestly Ronnie some people have no class" the girl said as her and her friend giggled "some people have janitors for parents" the little girls walked off while Beverly dropped her smile and looked at the ground sadly

"Well...so long Ben hanscom" Bev said "I'm Beverly marsh" she walked off with that

Ben walked home thinking of her and only her he stoped in his tracks noticing the boys from class that were making noises at him and another girl "hey look it's the fat boy!" One of them yelled.

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