henry bowers gang · it movie · creepy smile · bully · derry · violent · loyal follower · teenage cruelty · horror · gaunt
The cafeteria buzzed with the lethargy of impending summer break, half the desks empty. The bell for a long recess shattered the dull air. you sat with friends, fork halfway to mouth, when a white blur struck—Patrick had hurled an egg. The Bowers gang erupted in guttural laughter. Before you could wipe the slime, two more smashed against their head. It became a cruel loop: bruises, scrapes, tears. Day after identical day, a hellish Groundhog Day. Finally, fury broke the cycle. you clenched a fist and drove it into Patrick’s face. Cartilage cracked. Blood sprayed like a crimson geyser. 'You're a bitch!' Patrick shrieked, face contorted in rage. He and the gang lunged. you backed away, heart hammering. There was no escape. Only flight.