Kitten: So, IT is my FAVORITE Horror movie! I read the book by Stephen King in surprisingly a short amount of time, and when I went to see the remake last year with my friends, we ALL just LOVED it!

Kitten: Anyway, I've been thinking for a while about creating my AU based off IT, and when I chatted with not only my friends/family in real life, but other writers as friends, they told me it would be a splendid idea. So, of course, I decided to go through with it, and here I am now!

Kitten: I purposely waited until the Summer to post this because the time frame where all this horror and suspense starts happens to be in the summer time.

Kitten: So, some friends asked to be in the story and part of the losers club, so Mackenna is obviously part of the club already(so are her siblings), but I have many OC's who are her friends, so I switched my real life friends' names around so they can be in IT.

Kitten: Alright, enough explaining! *Grins* I'm doing the disclaimer only once, 'cause it's just easier and I decided from now on I'm gonna just do the disclaimer only at the beginning of each of my stories, unless I created the story myself. Just makes things a whole lot easier.

Kitten: Disclaimer: I don't own IT, Stephen King does, but I do own this story based off his novel.

Kitten: I hope you guys enjoy!

P.S.-This is rated T for language and a little violence and blood. If you don't like any of these things, feel free to read through my other stories.

~Mackenna Zeigler~

"I just don't understand! Why can't you come to see at least one of your son's plays!?" Screamed the shrill voice of a young woman downstairs, her voice cracking, evident that she was on the verge of tears.

"I told you, Maisie! I have work to do! Why can't you get that?!" Barked back the voice of a man, real snarky.

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe because you won't admit that you're sleeping with another woman?!"

"Oh, Good God! I told you a million times, I wasn't cheating on ya! Get that through your head, you dumb bitch!"

"Jet! How dare you speak to me that way! I bet that's how you speak to that woman too, hmm?! I bet she enjoys it. I also bet she enjoys your company. I bet she enjoys it a lot."

"Damn it, Maisie, drop it already! Just fucking drop it!"

"Admit that you're sleeping with that woman, first!"

"Shut the fuck up already!"

"SAY IT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

A young teenage girl groaned from inside of her room. Her parents were at it as usual. Again. What a surprise.

She had beautiful red velvet waves cascading down her shoulders, reaching all the way to her thighs.

Her skin was as pale as a cold winter storm. It looked as if the sun hadn't touched it her whole life.

The girl had striking lightning blue eyes, to the point where someone would jump, startled at how beautiful they were, as if they were struck by lightning themselves.

She also had some freckles on those snowflake white cheeks of hers.

She wore a pink spaghetti strap tank top, some white shorts and blank flip flops.

She was trying to listen to music, but her parents' screaming was just getting stupid now.

With a huff of annoyance, she pushed herself away from her brown desk, walking out her doorway and gradually trudging down the stairs, gripping at the railings tightly.

"-Look, I'm sorry, sweetheart," Jet apologized genuinely as he pulled his wife into his arms. "It's just been rough for me every since dad died. I don't mean nothing by it."

"I understand your pain, but this has to stop, Jet," She cried into his chest, "You need to stop burying yourself in your work and hiding from me. It isn't helping. I need you to actually speak with me. And you need to stop your drinking, too. For the kids' sake."

"I get it. I'm sorry…" Jet apologized once more and kissed his wife's head, before pulling her in for a long kiss on the lips.

The redhead smiled, seeing things were somewhat okay, and stepped out into the open.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." She greeted.

Jet pulled away from Maisie and grinned. "Hey there, Mackenna! How's my favorite girl doing?"

"Good." Mackenna giggled as she gave her father a hug.

Maisie sniffled and wiped at her eyes before smiling and sighing, "Mackenna?"

Said girl turned to gaze at her mother. "Yes, mom?"

"Is one of your brothers or sisters home?"

"Mhmm. Sean, Missy, and Lexa are home, but the others are out."

"Oh! Perfect!" Maisie grinned. "I'll have Missy and Lexa help me at the salon, and Sean can help me cook some dinner!"

"While that goes on," Jet said, turning his daughter to face him. "Why don't you come help me out at the shack for a bit, ladybug? It'll sure mean a lot."

Mackenna gave a small smile. "Sure thing, dad!" The redhead turned and hugged her mother. "See you later, mom!"

Maisie kissed her head. "Bye, Honey."

The teenager ran outside, and the two adults threw each other glares.

"We are gonna talk later, Jet," Maisie said lowly.

"Whatever," Jet growled as he threw open the door, slamming it behind him.

*Mackenna's POV*

To be honest, I know it's been rough on pops every since gramps died. Actually, it's been horrible on all of us. Especially my brothers. They were pretty close with him. They even had grandfather/grandson days with him all the time. I liked to have my days with gramps separately.

That way, I knew that I had him all to myself for a whole day. He always bought me ice cream, or took me to the store and such. We've been doing those things every since I was a kid.

Dad was probably closest with him. I can't name one time where grandpa was in the room, and laughter wasn't filling the air. He was sure a good comedian. Another admirable trait about the guy.

He caught cancer, unfortunately. The same way grandma died 20 years before. Except his was much worse. Therefore, he only had about a week to live, and boy did it go fast.

I never really knew my grandmother. Only a few times when I was a baby. I do recall that she helped me to get on my feet the first time. But that's really all I remember. The rest is sort of fuzzy.

Once gramps died, things really started going down hill with dad. He snapped easier with everyone, but mainly with mom. I guess whenever she annoyed him, he would just yell, "Shut the fuck up, Maisie!", or "Fuck off!", or whatever other stupid catchphrase he had in that oh so brilliant mouth of his. That was when he started binge drinking.

Mom and pops were screaming every night. To be frank, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't scary, it was just a pain in the ass. I don't get scared that easily, if that's what people think. Whenever that would happen, me and my siblings would all lay in one room and try to get some sleep. It wasn't easy.

I distinctly remember an incident that happened one night, one that really scared me and my brothers and sisters out of our skin. One that I will never, ever forget.

Dad was at the bar half the night, getting drunk, as usual, and he didn't come home til' bout' 10:50 in the middle of the night. And he was drunk. No. Not just drunk. Hammered. Alas, the screaming and yelling started.

I was trying to get some sleep up in my room where my siblings rested, but when my eyes started to droop shut, my eyes snapped open and I couldn't remember feeling so terrified any other time in my life. I noticed that my siblings were up with wide eyes as well. We had heard a beyond obnoxious smash. But not the smashing of dishes. No, sir, not even close.

We quietly rushed to the staircase, and hid. Man, did the next part really terrify me.

There dad was, in front of mom who was fallen on the floor, sobbing and quivering while gripping at her right eye. Pops held a broken beer bottle, and I just knew that this couldn't be good.

When mom removed her hand, her brow was all bloody and completely cut up. A lot of the blood trailed down all the way to her chin. The source of the blood was a large gash from the beer bottle slashed right across her brow. God, was it stomach churning.

A lot of things filled my mother's eyes that night. Tears, of course, but not just that. Emotions. Emotions for my father.

Fear. Disgust. Horror. Terror. Anger. Hurt. Sadness.

I could go on and on. But I'm not going to. The one that truly stood out to me was the terror that she showed, not being able to believe for one second that the man she fell in love with had just slugged her with a beer bottle, resulting in hot blood and cold tears.

I guess I didn't notice some of my siblings standing right behind me with a horrified expression, because one of my little sisters, Missy, abruptly attacked me in a tight hug, burying her face in my chest as she sobbed, her cries muffled by my nightly T-Shirt.

I can remember hugging my poor sister back and kissing her head before resting my chin atop of it, pulling her away from the scene a little bit as I hugged her even tighter.

Missy didn't deserve to see something like that. She's just a kid. The last thing that she needs to see is her drunk dad abusing her mom. It just wasn't fair.

Now, does all this bother me? Hell, yeah! I'd be worried if it didn't.

Honestly, the beer bottle incident wasn't the only time pops abused mom, as terrifying as that sounds. There was a few times where he threw her against the wall when he got beyond pissed, and I'm pretty sure he punched her a few times a couple of months ago, right when gramps died.

As crazy as it may seem, mom's told me a million times that she can't find it in her heart to be mad at dad. She's told me a thousand times that he just had it rough. But either way, that doesn't mean it's okay for him to take it out on us. I think deep down, even mom knows that.

I know what a lot of people think when they see me.

I'm actually quite popular at my school. Apparently, I'm "beautiful", "smart", "Talented", "Intelligent", and so on. I'm a Straight A's Honors Student, who's always going on those field trips with only a few other kids.

I'm also in Choir Class, and my best friends and family say that I have the beautiful voice of a siren. My cheeks always heat up whenever someone says that.

Another thing that people always think about me is that I've always got someone. There's always someone there for me, and apparently, I'm so "perfect", I don't have any flaws or problems in my life.

Wrong. Even though, considering the fact that I have 3 sisters and 5 brothers, and tons of best friends, deep down, I'm alone. When your dad's become an alcoholic, one who abuses his wife out of anger and pain, and your mother has left to her own little world filled with angst and pain about why her man doesn't love her anymore, accepting his beatings, and never returned, it's hard.

So, honestly, I wouldn't call myself "popular" now that I think about it. Just well known by a lot of people. In good and bad ways.

I have a pretty close relationship with my siblings, though. Especially with one of my brothers. I hang out with my brothers and sisters a whole lot, which is why I'm so close with them in the first place. I also love my best friends like brothers and sisters themselves. They've been there for me through hell and back. I'm sure real lucky to have 'em..

"I-I-I'd luh-luh-like a-a s-soda, p-please."

My head shot up at the familiar stammering voice. I looked to see a redheaded boy in front of me with a full, friendly smile.

"Oh! Hi, Bill!" I beamed with a giggle. "I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you there. A soda, was it?" I asked, turning away from him and walking over to the huge fridge that held different sodas, waters, juices, and even different bottles and glasses of alcohol.

I know it seems completely wrong that my father allows me to work here, handling alcohol. Hell, it's just as bad as handing a little kid a shotgun and saying, "Here! Go show your friends your new toy, pal!"

But I'm pretty grown up for my age. Quite frankly, I'm thinking about doing some college courses once I hit high school. I'm also gonna try to get into some AP classes, as well. My mom's taught me about alcohol my whole life, and every single word was drilled into my head, saying that I shouldn't even lick a single drop.

So, if I'm strong enough to handle all that, I'm pretty sure I'm grown up enough to handle some alcohol at my dad's shack.

Besides, once, when I was 4, I had some beer. It wasn't intentionally. I thought it was apple juice. My dad accidentally left a shot out on the counter, as he and my mom were talking with friends in another room. They were throwing a baby shower in honor of my mom being pregnant with one of my little sisters.

It smelled funny, but I just figured apple juice always smelled a little odd. It bubbled, too. But at the time, I figured it was just some sparkling apple cider. So I climbed up on the counter and drank the shot.

The minute it was digested, I nearly puked. I wasn't feeling so hot anyways that night, considering the fact that I had a bad case of influenza.

My stomach hurt for the rest of the night and I felt sicker than ever before, but I didn't want to say anything to my parents. They were having such a good time, I didn't want them to worry about me, especially my mom. She would've been stressed, and that could have hurt the baby.

Bill and his parents were over that night, so it made me feel better that we hung out and talked. I remember that Georgie was barely born, just a tiny little baby inside of his stroller, sleeping on and off. Sharon allowed me to hold him a few times, with the help of Bill.

He wore a big grin plastered across his face, that same grin when he found out that he was going to get a baby brother.

I distinctly recall feeling the exact same way about my baby sibling, who was born in the same year as Georgie.

As we got older, Bill mainly trusted me and Bev to babysit Georgie when he went out to hang with Stan, Richie, Eddie and the other losers. We always had such a fun time with the kid. I actually still do babysit Georgie with Bev, and sometimes it's just me and Georgie, vice versa. Either way, Georgie still loves it just as much.

Bill never trusted the other guys to babysit Georgie. When I say other guys, I mean Richie.

He wanted to teach Georgie about the birds and the bees, but Bill claimed that he was far too young to learn about that sort of stuff. Richie had sort of a… rather rough approach when it comes to talking about those kinds of things.

He said some pretty disturbing crap, and got carried away a little bit. Whenever he attempted it, Bill always caught him. Always. And he wasn't happy. I… can't really blame him. He tried it a few times with Missy and Lexa, and failed miserably. Good thing I was always near.

"Come on, Big Bill!" Richie would say with that stupid grin of his, "I'm just trying to teach him about a couple of things! What's the big deal?"

Bill would groan and face palm himself, "Th-The b-big d-deal, R-Richie, I-is th-that muh-my bruh-bruh-brother's o-only s-seven! Not s-s-sixteen! I-I don't nuh-need you screwing w-with h-his I-innocence! H-He doesn't n-need to be m-messed up in th-the head just yet! Th-The w-world's g-gonna d-do it to h-him, and quite f-frankly, th-that's w-what scares me. J-J-Just l-let h-him f-find out on his o-own, a-alright? G-God… the sooner he doesn't r-reach o-our a-age, th-the b-b-better…"

I would giggle as Bill and Richie would banter back and forward on that subject. It was sort of funny as Bill would scream at him, and Richie would keep his cool while Eddie rolled his eyes and tell them both to shut the hell up.

"Y-Yeah," He riposted, his grin growing wider. "Th-Th-Thanks."

"No problem!" I smiled as I pulled his preferred brand out of the fridge and walked over to the counter, working the register.

I handed him the drink. "You can drink it now. You've had a long bike ride here, and it only takes me a few secs to come up with the total."

"M-Man, th-thanks, K-K-Kenna. Y-You're th-the best."

I giggled again as Bill gulped down some of his soda and sighed.

"S-So," He said, and I glanced up at him as I added up the numbers. I mouthed the price and he gave me the money.

"Y-You r-ready for W-Winter B-Break I-in about t-two months?"

I groaned, "Like you wouldn't believe."

Bill laughed. "Y-Y-Yeah, I-I g-get it."

"How's that cold of yours by the way, Bill?" I asked with a frown, and he leaned against the counter with a groan.

"Ugh. Terrible. M-My ch-chest is congested, m-my stupid n-nose is c-clogged, I've g-got th-this st-st-stupid c-cough, a-and I-I literally a-almost p-passed out a-a few t-times. I-I f-f-feel l-like I'm f-fucking d-dying…!"

I felt bad for Bill. He had felt sick for almost a week now, and I knew how it felt. Last time I was sick like that, I couldn't leave bed for a while. Missy always came to visit me, though, so that always made me feel better.

But with Bill's extremely dramatic and descriptive statement, I couldn't help but giggle a little.

He gave me an incredulous look, "A-Are y-y-you l-laughing?", I giggled some more and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Bill. It's just… you act so melodramatic when it comes to things like this, I can't help but giggle a little bit."

"W-Well e-e-easy f-for y-you t-to s-s-say! A-At l-least y-you don't h-have a p-possible case o-of I-Influenza."

I smirked, "I suppose so. But just in case that is possible, don't cough, puke, or spit on me, okay?"

Bill gave me that astonished look for a few more minutes, before he smirked as well.

"Oh. So don't d-do th-this?"

I yelped in surprise as he jumped behind the counter, getting up in my face.

"H-Hey! You can't be back here!" I exclaimed, but deep down I was laughing.

"I can't? Wh-Why?"

"Because it's not allowed, Bill."

"Wh-What's not allowed? Me d-doing this?"

He burst into a violent cough of fits, but I knew he was doing it on purpose. He got up in my face and tried coughing on me.

I laughed out loud as I tried to push him away.

"Bill!" I gasped. "Stop that!"

"Why?" He laughed himself. "It's f-fun!"

He then made disgusting guttural sounds, pretending to spit up or puke as he continued to get closer to me, and I laughed my head off as I backed up.

"Bill, c'mon!" I giggled, and smirked before grabbing the boy and trapping him in a headlock, messing up his hair.

"H-Hey!" He laughed.

I snickered, "Payback's a bitch, huh, Billy?"

"Sh-Shut th-the hell up!"

I chuckled, but I paused as I heard the familiar bickering of a pair of kids.

Once I looked up, letting go of Bill in the process, who ran a hand through his hair, straightening it up, I saw Eddie and Richie approaching the counter, Eddie glaring daggers at him and Richie laughing hard as hell.

"Brought those two dummies along, huh?" I asked with a warm smile.

"Y-Yeah," Bill riposted with a grin.

"What're they going on about this time?"

"E-Eh, wh-who knows…"

Once the guys got over to me and Bill, they were still obnoxiously arguing.

"I told you that it's not a big deal!" Richie laughed.

"And I told you that it fucking is!" Eddie growled in response.

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is!"

"No!"

"The fuck it ain't!"

"Guys!" I yelled, and they both looked over at me.

I pursed my lips, placing my hands on my hips. "You guys are gonna scare away the customers. And by the way, no "Hey, Mackenna! We missed ya! How ya been, we haven't seen ya in a while!"?, and no hug? Really?"

The two looked at each other sheepishly and smiled, embarrassed.

"Sorry, Kenna. We missed ya." They said in union as they leaned across the counter and hugged me, and I rolled my eyes with a smirk as I hugged them back.

"Uhh, hey, Bill, whatcha doing? You know you're not supposed to be back there, right?" Richie commented, and Bill shot him a look and rolled his eyes before gulping down more soda.

Eddie elbowed him in the ribs, causing Richie to let out a hiss and glare at him.

Eddie sighed, "So, uhh, how's your dad doing? I mean… any changes?"

I huffed, moving my bangs out of my eyes. "No… not really. He's just been so upset every since gramps died… I just don't know if he's gonna be switching roles anytime soon."

The Losers and my other best friends are the only people who know about my home life. That's honestly because I don't trust anyone else. I can't. I gradually looked over at my dad who was laughing and talking with a customer. What would people do if they found out that my dad abused my mom? They'd take us away, too. And I really don't think I'm in the mood to be put through all that.

I gave a small smile. "But hey, the important thing is that we keep on hoping, right?"

Eddie smiled in return. "Yeah, guess you're right."

I let out a tired huff, scratching the back of my neck. I noticed that behind them, the line was getting pretty long. But most were talking, so they didn't exactly seem impatient, but they did technically look hungry and thirsty.

"Oh!" I said as realization struck me. "You guys must want a snack too, right? Hold up a sec!"

I set out Eddie and Richie's usual on the counter for them, and they paid before grabbing them.

"Well," I smiled. "If that's all, I guess I should get back to work. I'll see you at school, okay?" I uttered, and turned to walk off.

"A-A-Actually,"

I turned to Bill, surprised. "Yeah?"

"W-We w-w-were w-wondering I-if you w-wanna hang o-o-out with us for a-a b-b-bit? I-I m-mean, th-that's o-okay i-if y-y-you c-c-can't. W-We g-g-get th-that y-you've g-g-got st-st-studying to d-d-do a-and s-such, b-but it-it would m-mean a l-lot i-if-"

"What Bill's trying to say is, take a break and hang out for a bit!" Richie cut in, pulling his goofy grin.

"Yeah, we barely see you anymore." Eddie added, grinning.

"U-Um, y-yeah." Bill said, turning to me with a small smile. "C-C-Can y-y-you?" He asked hopefully.

I paused before grinning and chuckling, "Okay, guys. Why not? I've honestly got nothing to do when I get home, so yeah. Just let me tell dad I'm taking a break, alright?"

I could see that Bill was excited, considering how big his grin was. "A-A-Alright. M-M-Meet u-us o-outside, o-o-okay?"

I nodded, and the boys took off out the doors of the shack.

I giggled to myself and held up 1 finger for the customers to wait before I walked over to my dad.

"Hey, Dad!" I said, and he looked at me. "I'm going out with Bill and the others for a while, alright?"

He smiled. "Alright. Just be back at home for dinner at 6, ladybug. I'll take over. Good job today. I'll give you the pay after dinner."

"Kay! Later!"

I took my rubber band off my wrist and tied my red hair up in a high ponytail, but before I went forward, I felt a slight shiver down my spine. It felt like…someone was watching me….

"You okay, ladybug?" I heard my father call over, and I looked, smiling and nodding that I was fine, even though I didn't feel that way.

"Alright! Have fun!"

I sighed. By now, that weird feeling was gone. Strange. Oh well. I wasn't going to keep Bill and the others waiting. I ran out the doors to go meet them.

I walked over to find Bill leaning against his bike, and the others chatting with each other. I smiled.

"Hey."

Bill looked over and grinned. "H-Hey."

I was confused when he frowned. "K-Kenna, y-you o-okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I retorted, confused.

"W-W-Well, y-you l-look kinda p-pale. I-I'm j-just w-worried."

"Oh."

"Y-You w-w-wanna t-talk a-about it?"

I huffed, leaning against Silver. "Bill?" I asked.

"Y-Yup?"

I chewed my lip, thinking about how to word it. "Do you ever feel like you're being…watched?"

When I looked at him, he hummed in thought, but his gaze remained on me.

"Y-You m-mean being w-watched watched? L-Like, the k-kind of w-watched w-where ch-chills a-are s-sent d-down y-your sp-spine o-or wh-whatever? Th-That kind?"

"Yes!"

Bill folded his arms, smiling a little. "I-I m-mean s-sure, b-but b-barely. I c-can t-tell you wh-who r-really g-gets feelings l-l-like th-those, th-though."

"You do? Who?" I asked curiously.

"Juh-Juh-Georgie."

I found myself unconsciously smiling warmly at the thought of Bill's adorable little brother. He was always so sweet and kind, and he's such a little cutie! I loved seeing Georgie whenever I went to his house.

"Really?" I said, and Bill nodded.

"U-Uh huh. H-He's actually b-been g-getting them a l-lot l-lately. H-He c-comes into my room, and I j-just h-head to his b-bedroom and stay there t-til' h-he falls a-asleep, b-but I actually fall a-asleep r-right a-along with h-him."

"Aww," I cooed. "Y'know, Bill, you have such a cute and sweet brother."

"I-I know. H-He annoys m-me s-sometimes, b-but I-I know. T-To b-be honest, I l-love the hell out of th-that kid. H-He means a-a l-lot t-to m-m-me. I-I d-don't k-know wh-what'd I-I'd d-do if s-something e-ever happened to him."

"I feel you." I grinned. I understood him because I felt the exact same way about Missy.

"Yo, Bill! Kenna!" We heard Richie yell, and saw him walking over to us. "What are you guys doing?"

"S-S-Sorry," Bill apologized. "J-Just t-talking." He paused, "H-Hey, R-R-Richie, y-you ever f-feel like y-you're b-being watched? Like the ch-chills kind o-of w-w-watched?"

Richie smirked just as Eddie walked over. "Please! Whenever you're over Eddie's house, you're always being watched! Just seeing her underwear makes me wanna pass out!"

"Fuck you, Richie!" Eddie snarled with a roll of his eyes.

"Hey, I can't help the fact that you live inside of your mom!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Richie laughed as he jumped on his bike and began to ride off.

"Get your fucking ass back here!" Eddie yelled as he hopped on his own and sped after him.

"W-We sh-should p-probably g-go get th-them before E-Eddie k-kills R-Richie." Bill said.

"Yeah," I giggled. "We probably should. Let's go."