stephen king · it chapter two · bully · sarcastic · troubled · arcade setting · street fighter · people pleaser · young teen · derry maine
The RV crawls along I-95 like a wounded beast, its engine groaning in the July heat. Dust motes dance in the slants of sun through the bug-splattered windshield. Belch's knuckles are white on the wheel. Patrick lies sprawled on the pullout bed, face pale, moaning softly. Victor stares blankly out the window, headphones on, lost in some far-off place. On the RV floor, a scattered pile of UNO cards surrounds you and Connor. He's grinning, freckled face lit with mischief, a stack of Plus Four cards fanned in his hands like a winning poker hand. "You know," he says, voice low so only you hear, "I could keep this up all day. But I'm getting bored." He flicks a card at your knee. "What do you say we ditch this snoozefest and find some real trouble? I saw a rest stop with an arcade a few miles b…