#pennnywise

“Which is it Greta? Are we Sluts or Little Shits?” Beverly replied and you smiled amused at her comeback. 

“You’re Trash.” You heard a thud outside the stall and raised a brow at Bev who shrugged “We just wanted to remind you.” Greta continued. 

You both looked up over the stall and saw her friends tipping a bin bag over the top, you both grabbed for your backpacks and covered your heads before the rubbish poured down onto you both. You heard Greta and her friends laughing,

“At least now you’ll smell better. Let’s go girls. Have a nice summer Losers.” She laughed before leaving the bathroom. 

You and Bev dropped your bags with a huff of frustration. 

“Great.” You sighed “My mums gonna fucking murder me.”

You and Beverly walked side by side out of the school, laughing and joking, planning your summer. You both didn’t know what you were going to experience over the next few months, you couldn’t even imagine the horrors you’d face together.

You got to the stairs, but couldn’t pass. A boy was stood with his bike, fumbling with a model.

“Are you going to let us get by or is there a secret password or something?” Bev asked the boy, who turned around startled.

“um sorry.” He replied

“Sorry isn’t a-” You started but stopped once he dropped his model “Password.” You finished, Only just before he dropped his bike. You and Bev exchanged a look of sympathy for him as you watched him continue to fumble with his now broken model.

“Listen Henry and his goons are over by the west entrance, So you should be fine.” Bev said to the boy

“Oh I wasn’t-”

“Everyone knows he’s looking for you.” You interrupted him.

Bev gave a slight smile before stepping forward and grabbing his headphones

“What you listening to?” she asked as she put on the headphones and smiled “New Kids On The Block?” she laughed slightly

“Oh i wasn’t-”

“Wait your’e the new kid right? I get it.” You laughed as you put the headphones to your ear.

“Listen we are just messing with you.” Bev laughed slightly as she took the headphones from you and put them over Ben’s head. “I’m Beverly Marsh, this is Y/N L/N.” she motioned to you and you gave him a small wave.

He nodded “Yeah i know that because we are in the same class. Social Studies, Y/N sits near me. I’m Ben, but everyone pretty much calls me-”

“The new kid?” You interrupted “Yeah we know.” You laughed lightly, he looked away slightly embarrassed.

“Well Ben there are worse things to be called” Bev said slightly sad and you nodded in agreement, thinking of all the names you had both been called over the years. Christ, kids are mean.

Beverley grabbed Ben’s year book which was loosely hanging out of his back pack and took a pen out “We’ll sign this for you.” she said as she opened the book, which revealed two blank, unsigned pages. You gave him a sad smile before watching Bev sign the book and pass the pen and book over to you. You quickly wrote a small message under Bev’s neat handwriting and handed the book back to Ben and passed Bev back her pen.

“Stay cool Ben from Sosh class.” Beverly said before you both walked away.

You heard Ben shout something to you both, but you didn’t turn around, You and Bev smiled and laughed a little to each other as you walked along, away from school. 

You waved to Beverley as she walked up the fire escape to her small apartment “Call me later! Meet me here at 9 tomorrow!” She called as you walked away.

You carried on walking until you got to the kissing bridge. There was a little forested area next to the bridge, you’d never paid any attention to it before but for some reason, you felt drawn to look at it.

the forest was dark and silent, the only sound that was heard was the rustle of trees in the wind. You ventured further in, the woods getting darker still, despite it being day light still

“Y/N.” You heard someone call in a gravely voice, your breath hitched in your throat and you looked around. You saw no one.

“Y/N.” you heard again, but  instead of the same gravely voice, it was a child's voice. You looked around again, this time your eyes landed on a girl, about your age. You recognised her. It was Betty Ripsom. But instead of looking all neat and tidy, she looked dirty, as if she had been crawling through a sewer. Her skin was pale, her hair was a mess and her clothes were creased and covered in god knows what. The sight of her made your heart race.

“B-Betty? A-Aren’t you missing?” You stuttered out nervously, you were afraid.

“Join us Y/N. You’ll float. We’ll all float. You’ll float too!” she said in a strangely happy way, for some reason or another you could tell, this wasn't Betty.

you turned to run away but felt the branches around you grab your arms and legs. The branches seemed to have turned into some sort of hands made of wood, you began to scream and struggle against the branches until you managed to get free. 

You began to run out of the forest, you turned behind you and saw a clown holding a red balloon giving you a sickening smile. Your eyes widened and you began to run faster, over the kissing bridge, through the streets of Derry and all the way home, you practically slammed the door to your house.