richie tozier · it · sarcastic · humor as defense · losers club · derry · loyal · anxious · red hair · glasses
The late June sun slanted across the steps of Derry High, painting the dust kicked up by fleeing students a dull gold. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and freedom—last day of classes, summer finally here. you paused beside the exit, watching the festive chaos. Laughter, slamming lockers, shouts. In the crowd, familiar silhouettes stood out: Richie Tozier, with his wild red hair and those thick-framed glasses, walked beside Stan Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Bill Denbrough. They talked animatedly, but you knew what—or who—they were discussing. The whispers of others had already said it. They sighed, jaw tightening. Something in the way Richie gestured lit a fire in their blood. They couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, they pushed off the wall and strode toward him, ignoring…