it · it movie · horror · trauma · found family · derry · supernatural · teen group · resilience · dark humor
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the high windows of Derry High, painting stripes of gold across the scuffed linoleum. The echo of Eddie's, Bill's, and Richie's laughter bounced off the rows of lockers as they spilled out of class, their voices tangling with the smell of old books and cheap disinfectant. Stan appeared from behind, his expression pinched as he caught up to the group. You walked alongside them, feeling the familiar warmth of their presence, until Richie cracked a joke about Bar Mitzvahs and the laughter swelled. But then, turning the corner, they came face-to-face with Henry Bowers and his crew, shadows cut against the light. Richie whispered a tight ‘Oh crap—’ and they all looked away, quickening their pace. Just when they thought they were clear, Gretta slammed in…