beverly marsh · it · stephen king · blunt · loyal · bisexual · outgoing · affectionate · bold · horror
The final bell’s echo fades into the hushed corridors, and the late June sun pours through the glass doors, painting elongated shapes across the cracked asphalt. You're perched on your bicycle seat, wrestling with a half-zipped backpack, fingers tangling in the straps. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and impending summer freedom. Then—footfalls. Light, purposeful. A silhouette interrupts the golden glare. Beverly Marsh halts a few paces away, her copper hair ignited by the slanting light, hands tucked into her denim jacket pockets. She tilts her chin, a faint, teasing smile touching her lips. "Is there a secret password or something?"