3rd Person

"I-I was... busy. Sorry."

Y/n said, very obviously lying.

"Her mom locked her in the house and then kicked her out last night."

Y/n turned to Beverly, glaring at her with betrayal laced in her expression.

Richie's eyes widened, as he realised that it wasn't y/n's fault that she was a no-show.

"Oh... I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Y/n nodded, and Richie awkwardly paddled away, joining the others.

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After swimming around for a bit longer, the group of boys sat on the rocks, while Bev layed out in the sun. Y/n was sitting under a tree, reading a book in the shade.

Richie walked over to her. He wanted to apologize properly, but he couldn't find the right words. So instead, he looked at what she was wearing.

"You look nice. Really nice."

Y/n looked up from her book, and smiled at Richie. She avoided eye contact though.

Richie walked back to the boys, and saw something in Ben's bag.

"What's with the history project?"

Y/n looked up from her book, looking over at the boys, who were staring at something Ben had.

As Ben continued to explain what he had learnt about Derry, y/n closed her book, and walked over, sitting beside Stan.

"Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. The did a study once..."

Ben had everyone's full attention.

"It turns out, people die or disappear six times the national average."

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Somehow, everyone ended up at Ben's house. His room was full of news articles about Derry and everything weird that happened here.

"Derry started as a beaver trapping camp."

"Still is, am I right boys?"

Richie laughed at his own joke, raising his hand for a highfive. Everyone ignored him, so y/n pulled his hand down.

"Ninety one people signed the charter that made Derry. But later that winter, they all disappeared without a trace."

Y/n started to feel sick everytime someone brought up disappearences. After what she'd done...

"The entire camp?" Y/n said, very quietly. She was scared. There was no denying that.

"There were rumors of Indians... but no sign of an attack. Everyone thought it was a plague or something."

Y/n felt like she was about to throw up.

"But it's like... one day everybody just woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of clothes leading to the well-house."

The well house. That fucking well house. A place of nightmares. 29 Neibolt Street. Hell on fucking earth.

Y/n couldn't take it anymore. She ran out of the house, and found the nearesr tree, throwing up.

She heard the door open, and everyone rushed over to her.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

Y/n shook her head. She was most definitely not okay.

"No. I'm not okay. None of this is okay! I-I'm sorry, but I can't talk about this any longer."

Y/n ran down the street, not listening to everyone calling out her name.

"What the fuck was that?"

Richie watched as y/n ran away, he hair blowing in the light breeze.Beverly placed a hand on his shoulder.

"She'll be back, Richie. I'll talk to her tonight."