"Nice throw" I say to Beverly. "Thanks" She smiles. So these must be the 'Bowers gang' Richie goes on about. We all bend over and pick up a rock. "Remember El, no powers unless he goes super saiyan" Richie whispers, I look over at him and roll my eyes. 'Mike' crawls up the rocks and behind us to stay protected. "You losers are trying too hard" 'Henry' calls out.

"Both of the girlys will do you, you just gotta ask nicely." He snarls, he turns to Beverly and smirks. "Like I did" "RAAAA" Ben suddenly yells making us turn to him. He then throws a rock and it hits his forehead.

Beverly and I throw some rocks at them, and the two other boys pick some up. "Come on get em!" One yells.

"ROCKK WARRR!!!" Richie screeches, then soon getting hit in the face. We then start intensely throwing rocks at them, and occasionally ducking down from them. "Raa!" Eddie yells and jumps into the river to grab wet rocks. The gang start slowly backing up while throwing rocks.

"FUCK YOU BITCH" a kid roars, when I hit him in the face with a rock. The rest of the gang run away into the woods leaving Henry on the ground. I helped Eddie out of the water and we all step back. Everyone starts heading out leaving Richie and I.

"GO BLOW YOUR DAD YOU MULLET WEARING ASSHOLE!" Richie screams as he pulls the finger on both hands and storms away. Henry stands up and looks at me, "Mouth breather." I shout and waltz out.

We start walking back to our bikes, "Thanks guys but they will be after you too now" Mike stutters. "Oh no, no, no Bowers? He's always after us." Eddie adds.

"I guess that's one t-t-the-thing we have in common" Bill starts, "Yeah homeschool. Welcome to the losers club!" Richie finishes.

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We gather up in an alleyway near a marching band. I look over my shoulder and see Richie intensely playing a trumpet. I sigh and roll my eyes and face back to them. The others start mumbling about a missing kid when I turn and see the band member snatch the trumpet from Richie. "What the fuck dude?" He whines and waltzes over. Eddie walks over and hands Richie an Ice cream. "What you all talking about?" He asks.

"What they always talk about," richie says as he takes a chunk out of his ice cream. "So I was going over all of my Derry research, and it started on all the big events. The iron works explosion in 1908, the bradley gang in 35, and the blackspot in 62, and now Kids being... I realised this stuff seemed to happen every-"

"Every 27 years" Ben, Bill and I say in usion.

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"So let me get this straight, IT comes out from wherever to eat kids for like a year? And then what? IT goes into hibernation?" Eddie asks. "Maybe its like... what do you call it? Cicadas? The bugs that comes out every 17 years?" Stan asks.

"My grandfather thinks this town is cursed, he says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry." Mike explains. "But it can't be one thing, We all saw something different" Stan says.

"I-I-I saw a Leper." Eddie gags, "It was like a walking infection"

"I saw, an old man. Who bleed all over and told me to go to the lab." I shiver at the thought and sight of it.

"But you didn't, because it isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddies Leper, Not Elevens old man, o-or Bill seeing Georgie. O-Or the woman I keep seeing..." He stutters.

"Is she hot?" Richie chuckles. I scoff and face palm. "No Richie! She's not hot!" Stan yells. "Her face is all messed up and wonkey, none of this makes any sense! They are all like bad dreams."

"I don't think so, I know the difference between a bad dream and real life okay?" Mike says looking at Stan. "What did you see? Something too?" Eddie asks, "Yes, you guys know that burnt down house on Harris avenue?" He asks.

Everyone says "Yeah, yes".

"No" I say getting everyone's attention. "I was inside when It burnt down. Before I was rescued my Mom and Dad were trapped in the next room over from me. Pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me. But it was too hot. The fireman found them. The skin on their heads were burnt down to the bone." He stutters. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We are all afraid of something," I whisper.

"Got that right," Eddie smiles at me. "Alright Rich, what are you afraid of?"

"C-Clowns"