Hello, welcome to my fan fiction. I want to lay out some things before I start writing.
1. I am not copying anyone who thought of the idea of making a sibling be involved in the Losers Club. Ever since I read the book, I really wanted to do this. But I finally decided to make it after watching the movie.
2. Lets face it. 3/4 of the people her have only watched the movies, not the books, so this will be based off of more of the movie. Plus it has been 3 years since I read the book, so I don't want to state false information that I thought was true from the book. But I will invoke some minor details that are from the book.
3. There will be romance. I have nothing against gay people, (some of my friends are) but I don't really ship Eddie and Richie, or Stan the Man and Billy. I honestly think Eddie might be bisexual, because he is confused about his sexuality. I see them more as brothers. I want to keep it that way. I will not condone people telling me I an homophobic because I am not. There will be soft bromance moments, but no sexual attraction between them.
4. If your gonna review, please make it helpful, or involve constructive criticism. I love hearing what you guys think, and once in a while I will ask for your opinion. I do not condone verbal abuse.
5. If Richie is in this story there will be crude humor and cussing. Lots of it.
6. And last but not least, there is no schedule. I am a student, and I will update when I can. My education is my priority.
Enough rambling, lets get on with the story.
Running. Alone. Playing the role of meek prey. That is the last thing I remembered before I felt the bang of a rock against my head, and I was out like a light.
I woke up with an ache in my ribs, and blood coming from my scalp. I was laying on a pile of rocks. I then heard a shuffling of feet coming towards me. Fucking Henry Bowers.
"Look who is finally up. Where are your faggot friends to help you?" Henry asked sarcastically.
"Kicking your delinquent friends asses." I sneered back. I was alone with Henry Bowers, while my brother and friends were in reality, hiding from his gang. He kicked me in the ribs again, Where it hurt the most. I struggled to get up. I looked around for my glasses. They were not on my face.
"Looking for something?" Henry asked me. He showed me my glasses. They were not that broken but some repairs were going to be needed. I showed him my middle finger in return. I waited a couple seconds to get back up again, being successful this time. I waited 10 seconds in silence, to try to snatch my glasses back when he least expected it. I was also successful in that, and I took off running back to the school, where my friends were hopefully at.
"What the? I will get you next time, bitch!"
"In your dreams ass whole!" I yelled back with a smirk. My long hair flied in the wind, as I ran away. I was a fast runner, but anyone with his strength can easily throw a rock at my head. I was starting to cramp up as I neared the school and I slowed down. I spotted my loser friends and I jogged over to them.
"Holy shit, your alive." Richie said.
"Yeah, yeah." I said. I looked around for my brother.
"Where is Eddie?' I asked.
"O-o-o-ver there." Billy said pointing. I saw my brother. He was a short scrawny, but feisty boy, who can easily be mistaken for a 4th grader, with his high-pitched voice. I was the opposite. I was 1inch taller than Bill, with only Stan being 1inch taller than me. I was quite tall for my age. I was skinny like Eddie though. I weighed more of course, but I was underweight by 20lbs for my age. A common misconception about fraternal twins is that they have the same genes except one is a boy, and the other is a girl. We were very different personality wise, and physically. I was tan, and had hazel eyes. He had white skin and dark brown eyes. We had the same hair color, but almost everyone has dark brown hair. I had bad eyesight, while Eds had 20/20 vision. I had freckles, he has a plain face. You get it now, hopefully.
"Thank god your alright, I had an athsma attack." Eddie said hugging me.
"Mmmmhmm." I said. My friends scanned me for injuries.
"But your hurt." Eddie said with a worried look on his face.
"Yeah, my ribs hurt like hell." I said, lifting my shirt a little, to check for bruising. Sure enough there was a huge bruise. My friends cringed at the sight.
"At least nothing is broken... hopefully." Stan said.
"Yeah, that and tomorrow is the last day of school!" Richie said.
"Yeah!" We all said in unison.
"We should go get our b-b-bikes now." Billy said. So walked to the school, where are bikes were waiting.
"Karina?" Richie said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Why did you do it? You knew he was gonna kick your ass the first moment he had."
"Oh you mean spray painting "man-whore" on his locker? Because he is one, and it was hella funny to see his reaction." I said.
"How did he know it was you though?" Stan asked.
"Greta..."I said. Greta is the female version of Henry Bowers.
"That down right nasty ass bitch, ratted you out?" Richie asked.
"Yeah. Wanted to punch her in the face honestly." I said.
"I also have to fix my glasses. Once we get our bikes, can we stop by the pharmacy to get some screws. The asswhole broke my glasses." I said. My mom does not need to know that I broke my glasses. My brand new, anti glare glasses. Plus she is super overprotective. Wanted Eddie and I to herself. Unlike Eddie I do not have health anxiety. But I do have psychosis. But I take medication for it. All under control here. People think otherwise. They call me loony.
"Y-yeah, of course." Billy said.
"Thanks."
We got our bikes and hurried to the pharmacy. It hurt to pedal, but I can take the pain.
"Shit, I forgot my wallet. Sorry guys. Lets go." I said. The one day I need my wallet I forget it. Great.
"No problem, I have it. What do they cost anyways, for 10 screws and nuts? A dollar?" Eddie asked. Richie chuckled at the word nuts and we all glared at him.
"Sorry..."Richie said.
"Thank you Eddie." I said. And we got the screws and nuts, and Mr. Keene was nice enough to fix them for me. For free!
"Thank you Mr. Keene." We said.
"Of course kids any time."
"I find his smile really weird. Like a pedophile." Richie said.
"He does seem a little weird but, he is n-n-nice." Billy said.
We agreed.
"Well I have to go back to school. I just wanted to get my glasses fixed." I said.
"Why do you need to go back?" Stan asked.
"Marching Band practice." I said. We were a school that combined middle and high school into one. So we had a marching band that middle school students can join.
"B-but I thought those were on Tuesday and Thursday." Billy said.
"It was cancelled tomorrow, since it is the last day, so they scheduled it for Wednesday." I said.
"Cool. And I suppose you have band camp?" Stan asked.
"Yep."
I couldn't believe I was accepted for the marching band team. We were the best in Maine, and #12 in the whole nation. I played the baritone, a heavy instrument but not as heavy as the tuba. I tried out 6 months ago, and I made it! I guess I am just really good at it.
"Okay well bye band geek. Can't believe I'm friends with a band geek." Richie said jokingly.
"Can't believe I'm friends with such losers." I said.
"Bye." They said in unison, as I took off for school on my bike.
-TIME SKIP, AFTER PRACTICE-
My body hurt so much from carrying that instrument with my bruised ribs, and sore head and legs, but I made it through. I put my instrument back in the band room, and I rode home.
As I rode home, I started to hear things.
"You'll float too. You'll float too."
It was the voice of poor missing,little Georgie Denbrough. Poor Billy was heartbroken when he got the news. He was missing. Billy still has hope that he will find him, but I don't think so. It has been a couple of months already, but we all agreed to help find him over the summer. It was weird, but then I remembered it was time to take my medication again. Psycosis makes you hear some crazy shit, like this, so I ignored it. Tomorrow is the last day of school were my final thoughts as I fell asleep.
Well I hope you guys like it. She presents me in middle school. I was part of the marching band 7th grade til 12th grade, playing that heavy ass instrument, but it was fun. This OC is based entirely off of me, accept I don't have that much of a potty mouth. Reviews are welcomed. Thanks :)