My Mistake Pennywise

by cheetta1

Jessica Taylor, a 15 year old girl living in Derry. She cought sight one day and filmed the murder of Georgie Denbrough. Now kids stay away from sewers and avoid clowns as much as possible. The Dancing Clown Pennywise goes into a deep hunger, and only wants to feed on revenge. He gets the chance to kill her in many time but he doesn't Rated T for Violence and cussing

1. Chapter 1 (It begins)

Two weeks left of my junior year, I would turn 16 in a few months. Only last week we had our school dance which I didn't go to since my boyfriend Logan cheated on me. I used to be a popular intill a couple of weeks ago I caught Georgie Denbrough being murdered on camera. People blame me for the incident, saying I made the video to frame someone else.

I made my way down the hall, people were snickering at me, but i couldn't care less what they thought. As I walked I saw Billy Denbrough talking to his friends. He saw me instantly and ran up to me, "H-h-h-ey J-j-j-essica," he stuttered. "No I haven't got any more information on the murder." I interpreted.

This boy seriously needs to get a therapist for his stuttering, I thought. His friends and him won't shut up about it, I wanted to forget about what happend to him, I watched as Georgie got his arm ripped off his body then was drawn down the sewer. It was a horrible sight to behold.

But then again, forgeting that sweet little boys death would be an insult to his memory. Shit, I was like a insult to him. The little boy was scared of me, like a sheep and a wolf.

The day soon neared the end, I had to go home and deal with my brother. My parents died when I was very young in a car incident. I happend to be in that incident, same as my brother. However he was not hurt during the incident, for me it was different. I was left with two scars, one that went from the top of my left eyebrow over my eye to the tip of my cheek, the other started from the middle of my left thigh to the top of my right shoulder.

After that my brother has been taking care of me ever since. He doesn't act like a brother however, he acts like my protector and doesn't let me do anything dangerous.

As I followed the path home I came around Neibolt street, I walked along and saw the old house that was run down and just creepy. That house just gives off a horrible vibe, I hated that feeling.

Just then something wispered in my ear, "Te quoque nantes" I flinched behind me and didn't see anything. I realized whatever said that knew that I spoke Latin. What it said hit me like a bell it said "You'll float to".

As I walked down the street I found myselfmyself in utter shock. No one, even my brother knew i spoke Latin. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine.