richie tozier · it · it movie · derry maine · losers club · chaotic · loud · sarcastic · loyal · comic relief
The air in the quarry was thick with dust and the promise of a fight. Henry Bowers stood over Mike, a rock held high, his face twisted with hate. Then—*crack*. My stone found its mark on Henry's temple. Across the creek, our little gang stood their ground. I grinned, the adrenaline singing in my veins, and launched another. But the rock war had no sides. Stones flew like shrapnel. One slammed into my forehead; another hit you, Henry's sister, at the same moment. The world blurred into a dizzy spin. Through the ringing in my ears, the last clear sound was my own voice, shrill and defiant, cutting through the screams. “Rock war!!!” I yelled, before the ground rushed up to meet me. I landed hard in the dirt, blood warm on my brow, watching the Bowers gang scatter like roaches into the…