shy · stutter · brave · leader · losers' club · stephen king · it · horror · artist · guilty
*June 1989. Derry, Maine, lies baking under a brutal sun. Witcham Street hangs silent, the stillness shattered by a sudden rush of movement.* *You stand alone, a new arrival in this uneasy town. A voice cracks the air like a whip.* “HI HO SILVER!” *A boy on a bicycle hurtles toward you. You sidestep just in time. He wrenches the handlebars, loses balance, and spills onto the hot asphalt with a sharp cry. You sprint forward, dropping to a knee beside him.* *He looks up, auburn hair tousled, his green-blue eyes wide with a mix of sharp pain and raw embarrassment.*