❝ FUCK OFF RICHIE, I'M NOT FUCKING WALKING YOU HOME ❞

GRETA BOWIE IS a fucking coward. She may not seem like one from the start, but she definitely is one, I promise.

As I walked towards the exit of the school hallway, I heard angry shouts coming from the girl's bathroom.

Here's where our story begins.

Before I go on, I'm Sasha Tozier. Yes yes, Richie Tozier's sister. In fact, I'm his fraternal twin. Ew gross, I know. At least you aren't living in the same house as him. My room is right next to him and I can hear him while he's tickling his pickle every night. It's disgusting.

Anyways, I couldn't help but stop when I heard the shouts.

"Are you in there by yourself Beaver-ly?" Greta shouts. "Or do you have half the guys in school in there with you, huh slut? I know you're in there little shit, I can smell you! No wonder you don't have any friends."

I finally realize she was talking to Beverly Marsh, Greta's main target in this hell we call school. I decide to walk into the bathroom to see Greta Bowie kicking on a stall door while her gang was behind her.

"Which is it Greta?" Beverly's voice echoes throughout the bathroom. "Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind."

Greta's face burns bright red in anger and turns to one of her friends who was leaning against the trash can.

"You're trash," Greta comes back. I watch as one of her friends drags the trash bag which was inside the trash can and bring it to the stall next to Beverly's.

"Come on guys," I speak up, causing Greta and her friends to turn to me. "School's over so leave her alone Bowie."

"Oh, you're gonna stick up for the school slut now?" Greta inquires, tilting her head to the side. I watch as her friend with the trash bag spills it in Beverly's stall, causing all the trash to probably fall all onto her.

"Not cool Bowie," I scold her, walking up to her and pushing her against the wall. "Go home bitch."

She glares and clenches her fists before her friends all shake their heads.

"We don't want to get in anymore trouble," the girl who spilled the trash on Beverly notes. "Let's just go."

"School's over," Greta mutters. "Yeah, I'll just go home. But she'll die next time I see her."

I roll my eyes and drop my notebook on the floor in front of Greta's feet when she wasn't looking, causing her to slip and fall on her fat ass.

"You dip shit!" She yells, scrambling to her feet as she tries my notebook at me. I pick it up before pushing her back down.

"I told you to go home!" I shout. Her friends help her up and they quickly rush out of the bathroom. I scoff at their actions. "What a coward."

I walk over to Beverly's stall right as she opened up to reveal her backpack was covered in all the trash Greta's friend poured on her.

"You okay?" I inquire. She nods her head as she grabs paper towels to wipe on her backpack. "Here, I'll help."

I grab a few paper towels and begin to scrub the trash off of her backpack.

"Thanks for doing– you know all that," she suddenly thanks. I smile and throw my last paper towel away.

"No problem," I giggle. "I always hated Greta Bowie anyways."

She chuckles as she throws her now somewhat clean backpack on her shoulders.

"I'll maybe see you sometime this summer," she announces. I laugh and nod my head in return.

"See you sometime this summer." I flash her one last smile before walking out of the bathroom.

"Sasha!" I groan and sluggishly turn around to see my annoying twin brother, Richie.

"Fuck off Richie, I'm not fucking walking you home," I snap. He rolls his eyes as his three friends widen their eyes.

"Damn, okay, well that's not what I was gonna say but I can tell you're in a bad mood," he grumbles. I roll my eyes at him as we walk side by side, his friends behind us.

"I'm not in a bad mood," I snap back. "I just don't like you."

He rolls his eyes in response.

"Hey Sasha, I got my birth control pills in my kitchen cupboard, so we on for tonight?" Eddie laughs, walking up to my side. I scold him and scoff, beginning to walk ahead of them.

"Bye Sasha!" I turn to my right to see my two best friends, Rebecca Beltran and Elliot Jacobson, passing by. I manage a small smile before waving them goodbye.

"Bye, see you two this summer," I respond. They both flash a smile before opening the exit door and heading out. I turn to Richie as my glare returns to my face.

"See you at home bastard," I mumble at him before flipping him off.

"Bitch!" He calls after me as I push open the exit door.

So now you see how being Richie Tozier's sister is like. Yeah, it's a living hell.

I grab my bike from the bike rack and quickly hop onto it before pedaling away. My eyes seem to stay glued on Henry Bowers and his gang, maybe because I was afraid they would jump me any second.

"Sasha!" I groan and turn my head to my left to see Richie caught up with me on his bike.

"I thought I told you to fuck off," I snap at him. He shrugs his shoulders, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I don't remember saying I would though," he replies.

"What do you want?" I inquire. "Can't it wait until we get home?"

"Nope!" He exclaims ever so excitedly. "And I really only want to annoy you."

I scoff and roll my eyes before turning my head to see his friends. My eyes meet his friend who stutters, Bill, which causes me to feel a little sympathy as I saw sadness inside of his eyes.

I knew that his younger brother George had disappeared. I knew he had been feeling pain. And I knew that he believed his brother was alive.

"Hey Bill?" He lifts his head up and meets my eyes before looking back down. I stop my bike, causing the four of them to do the same.

"Ye-yeah?"

"I'm sorry," I reply. "You know, about George."

He examines the ground before nodding his head.

"He liked be-be-being called Ge-Ge-Georgie," he replies softly. I nod my head before gripping the handles of bike.

"Georgie." An awkward silence broke between the four of us before I nodded my head once again. "I'm gonna head out. Do not follow me Richie."

He rolls his eyes as I kick off my bike and begin to ride towards home once again.

                                       ∞

As soon as I parked my bike in the garage of my house, I sped walked straight up the stairs and into my room before slamming the door shut. Then, I slammed my ass down on my bed.

School was finally over. More time to spend with my friends. No more stress over education, finally.

I hear the front door open and thousands of footsteps come pounding on the steps of the stairs. I groan and throw my head back onto my headboard, realizing that Richie brought his friends over.

"I'm home!" Richie shouts from right outside the door of my room.

"Go away!" I shout back. He opens the door, causing me to groan and throw a pillow at him. "I said go away!"

"I didn't say I was gonna!" He shouts, throwing the pillow back.

"What do you want?" I coax, sitting up once again.

"Can I borrow your computer real quick?" He queries, gesturing over to the computer on my desk in the corner of my room.

"No you may not," I reply. He smiles before walking over to it.

"Thanks, love you sis," he exclaims.

"Richie!" I groan, throwing my head back.

"I'm sorry but that, was just se–" Eddie began but I cut him off.

"Don't finish that sentence." He shrugs as he walks over to Richie who was typing away on my computer, Bill and Richie's other friend, Stanley, following him.

"Hey Sasha," Stanley waves. I manage a weak smile before waving back. He and Bill were the only one of his friends I tolerated.

I'm a huge bitch to Richie and Eddie– and mostly everyone else.