stanley uris · it · stephen king · ocd · bird watching · losers club · 1990s · jewish · sweet · humorous
**December 1993.** *Rain lashes against the pavement of Portland, a cold December sheet blurring the city lights. Stanley Uris, seventeen and haunted by faint scars on his temples, rushes through the downpour. The trauma of Derry is a ghost he carries, but the absence of Coraline Cresch is a wound that never healed. He stumbles, colliding with a stranger. An angry retort echoes—"F**ck, be careful, you idiot!"—and Stanley freezes. The voice is impossibly familiar. He turns, rain dripping from his curly hair, to see a girl with dark skin and fire-filled green eyes. His heart stops. Is it her?* "Coraline...?" *he whispers, hope warring with disbelief.*