3rd Person

The stall door slammed loudly as a girl's sobs filled the room. Her head was buried in her arms as she let the tears flow.

She was confused at herself. It took a lot to make her cry, but here she was, sobbing on the toilet seat.

"So here's where you ran to, slut!"

Gretta Keene's voice echoed through the room, as she kicked the stall door. It was only now did the crying girl realise she hadn't locked the door.

The door swung open, almost hitting her, and she looked up to see Gretta glaring at her.

Gretta Keene despised y/n l/n, the school slut. But, in all honesty, Gretta despised everyone.

She walked into the stall with y/n, locking it behind her. No one could get in, and with Gretta in front of the door, no one could get out.

"Why would you write that?"

y/n only just managed to say through sobs. Gretta laughed at how weak y/n was currently.

"I just wanted to remind everyone that you're a slut. Though I'm sure the entire school knows now."

y/n sighed. This is not how she thought the last day of school would go. It was at least half an hour since the final bell had gone.

"School's over, Gretta. Go home."

y/n had mustered up a bit of courage, as she tried to push past Gretta.

"You're not going anywhere, slut."

There was that word again. The word that had been circling around her since Gretta told everyone that y/n had slept with everyone in Bowers' Gang.

Obviously, that was a lie, but in the small town of Derry, even the most obvious of lies became the truth to everyone.

"Can you stop calling me that. I've never slept with anyone. I haven't even had a boyfriend before."

Gretta slammed her fist against the wall, making y/n jump. Gretta started walking forward, pushing y/n down onto the toilet seat.

As she fell, her skirt fluttered up, revealing her underwear that was only just hidden by her short ass skirt. Gretta laughed at y/n's embarrassment.

"You are such a slut, y/n."

Gretta decided that she had spent enough time torturing the girl, and she stepped out of the stall.

"See you later, slut."

She left the bathroom, her friends following behind. y/n continued to sob in the bathroom until she ran out of tears.

She checked her watch, to see that it was 4pm. Though it's not like anyone was waiting for her. She didn't have any friends.

And as if she was going to go home this early. Her mom probably had some more tiny skirts for her to try on.

So y/n didn't really have any other option, but to wander around town. She had some money in her pocket, maybe she'd buy a milkshake.

She left school, and immediately ran into Henry Bowers.

'Not this. Not now.'

"Well, well, well, if it isn't y/n. How are you doing, slut?"

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All these chapters will be around the 500 word mark so I can update it quickly. Though I am currently away from good Wi-Fi so I may not update regularly so I'm sorry about that.
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