Eddie's POV
I was looking around, fumbling around on the ground of the sewers for my inhaler. I couldn't find it and I couldn't breath, we heard loud footsteps. It was getting closer.

Richie turned to me and calmed me down as he usually does, telling me to breath and rubbing my back, this was a lot faster than normal though, he rushed it then we ran.

We ran through the tunnels and grey water.

I woke up, shaking off the thought, I need to get it out of my head. The past is the past.

I got out of bed, picking up random clothes off my bedroom floor and throwing them on, I ran my fingers through my hair, getting some of the tangles out, then rushed down the stairs.

My mom was sitting on the couch watching some random news channel, I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen and made some toast. I decided to just have it plain and then grabbed my bag and left the house quickly "forgetting" to take my meds  (which are fake anyways).

While I was walking to school my mind wandered to It, the thin orange hair and glowing yellow eyes, I started to breath oddly and my vision got blurry. I tried to take a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second, I stopped walking for a minute and got myself together.

Soon after I arrived at school and walked into the narrow hallways, they weren't filled with people because I was early, I made my way to my locker and grabbed my math book then headed to class.

I walked into the doors, I was 15 minutes early and I took my seat in the front and started doodling on one of my notebooks. Slowly, students began flooding the once quiet classroom and taking their seats, chatting loudly and laughing.
I continued doodling until Richie walked by my desk and snatched my pencil. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a new one from my bag, I wasn't in the mood for his shit today.

Our teacher Mr. Hanus (a/n don't ask) walked through the door and began the lesson after the bell rang. I took lots of detailed notes and when the next class began I rushed out of the room and to my locker; I switched my books and then went into my next class and took a seat.

I was eager for history, I tapped my fingers on my desk and when the teacher started the lesson I listened closely and took good notes; I love history.

Today was another basic day. Nothing new, nothing special, my life was dull and boring, for the same thing happened daily.

Boring.

Boring.

Boring.

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Published on: September 24th 2018
Word count: 460

This is what happens when you try and write when you have no ideas kids 😂