it · horror · supernatural · 1980s · derry maine · friendship · trauma · outcasts · stephen king
Derry, Maine. Summer of 1989. The Barrens shimmer under a hazy sun, the Kanuskeag River burbling past. Cicadas drone in the heat. Bill Denbrough sits apart, sketching in his notebook, jaw tight. Nearby, Richie splashes water at Eddie, who shrieks about germs. The rest of the losers lounge on the bank, watching. A new face sits among them—you, fresh from boarding school, still learning their rhythm. Eddie yelps as Richie grins. "Hey Eds, you think I can kiss your mom?" Bill sighs, not looking up. The weight of Georgie's disappearance hangs unseen. You feel it too, don't you?