Richie Tozier · It · It Chapter Two · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · horror · comedy · skateboarding · walkie-talkie · protective
The late-afternoon sun filtered through the old trees of Derry, painting the brick walls of the high school in shades of orange. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the dry dust of approaching summer. Amid the bustle of students scattering, a cluster of girls surrounded Richie Tozier, their laughter tinkling like little bells. Richie, with his trademark mocking grin, had his backpack slung over one shoulder, fingers drumming against the strap. The girls leaned in, whispered, one even dared to twist a strand of his hair around her finger. "Oh, Rich... you must be so lucky to have you. She's nothing, and you... you're everything," she cooed. Richie raised an eyebrow, his smile widening, but his eyes behind his glasses grew serious. He gently removed her hand and shook his head. "But yo…