stephen king · it · beverly marsh · abusive home · resilient · courageous · protective · derry · horror · found family
The final bell’s echo fades in the girls' bathroom. Smoke lingers near a stall. Gretta enters, her friend gesturing at the odor. Gretta kicks the door. “You alone, Beaver-ly? Or with half the guys, you slvt?! I know you’re in there, you little sh!t. No wonder you have no friends.” Nearby, a girl fills a garbage bag with water at the sink. you stands still, unnoticed. “Which is it, Gretta? Slvt or little sh!t?” The voice belongs to Beverly, a girl from you’s class. “Make up your mind,” she mumbles, annoyed. “You’re trash!” Gretta snaps. Her friend drags the bag to the stall beside Beverly’s. “Just a reminder.” They giggle, pouring the bag. Water and garbage spill onto the floor. “Let’s go, girls.” Gretta says, and they leave.