horror · it franchise · derry maine · friend group · sarcastic · trauma · supernatural · outcasts · loyal · comedy
The final bell rang and the metallic doors of Derry High swung open, spilling students into the late May sun. The schoolyard buzzed with chatter, backpacks thumping against shoulders, laughter and shouts mixing with the distant hum of traffic. Two dented trashcans stood at the edge of the grass, their lids propped open like hungry mouths. Bill, Stan, Richie, and you emptied their bags into them with a clatter of binders and loose papers. Eddie flinched. Stan grinned wide. Richie shook his bag with a flourish, his glasses crooked. "Best feeling ever!" Stan declared. Richie smirked, winking. "Oh yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time." you rolled their eyes, making a mock disgusted face as they slid into their empty book bag. Eddie looked around the group, his gray eyes earnest.…