It is June, 1989 in Derry, Maine, and it is summer break for all the students at the schools. At the middle school, four teenage boys, Bill, Eddie, Richie, and Stanley were walking out, thanking God that school is over. School is the last thing they like, and they threw away all their binders and folders.

As they were walking out, Eddie said, talking rapidly, "You know, when you go out in front of women to go impress them and stuff, guys out there are measuring dicks. They want to have longest one so when they fuck the woman, she enjoys it."

Richie said, "That is so gross. They don't have to go out measuring dicks and all that shit. A woman can already tell how long it is." Bill and Stanley were disgusted by this conversation, and Bill asked, "Why are we talking about measuring d-d-d-dicks?"

Eddie stuck out his hand at Bill and said, "Come on, Bill! You're gonna have to do it someday! It's what all the men do these days!" Stanley argued, "No they don't. That's just really disgusting, Eddie. Nobody wants to talk about that right now. It's summer. Let's go out and have fun."

The group walked by the group of Henry Bowers and his friends. Richie looked at them, scared as hell. Henry and his friends glared at him and his friends with a demented smirk. Richie turned his head forward, and Eddie said, "Those assholes need a life." Richie asked, "Do you think they'll sign my yearbook?" Eddie said, "Like hell they will."

Henry and his friends are known for making fun of a lot of kids in their school and in the town of Derry. They will beat them up and threaten to kill them, and everybody in the whole school is scared as hell of them.

In the main hallway, near the girls bathroom, a mean girl named Gretta was looking for her friend that was in the bathroom. She found her, and they both had frowns on their faces. Gretta walked in, angry at someone who was in the bathroom: Beverly Marsh.

Gretta stood in front of a stall, her other friends in the bathroom watching her. She kicked hard on the door, and she yelled, "I know you're in there! I can smell you!" Beverly, shaken by the kick, burnt out her cigarette on the stall wall.

Gretta was always making fun of Beverly because everybody in town calls her a very dirty girl. Beverly wasn't a dirty girl, but she had a bad home life unlike most girls. Gretta asked, "Are you in there all by yourself, or do you have all the guys in school in there with you? You slut, you little shit."

Gretta was furious, and her friends chuckled as she made fun of Beverly. Beverly asked calmly, but angrily, "What am I Gretta? A slut? Or a little shit? Make up your mind."

Gretta frowned, and she said to Beverly, "You're trash!" She looked over at her friends, who were taking the trash bags out of the trash cans and dragging them to Beverly's stall. Gretta smirked and told Beverly, "Don't think you can get around at this school. A trashy girl like you will never get anywhere."

Gretta's friends opened the trash bags, and lifted them to the top of Beverly's stall. Beverly saw the bags, and she covered her head with her backpack. Then, Gretta's friends dumped the trash bags full of wet paper towels and kleenexes on Beverly.

Beverly closed her eyes as they laughed at her. She groaned angrily, and watched the water drip off her backpack. Gretta and her friends laughed, and Gretta said, "That'll make you smell better." Gretta's friends laughed harder, and she told them, "Let's get out of here."

Gretta walked out telling Beverly, "Have a nice summer, Beeverly. Slut." Beverly waited till they were out of the bathroom to walk out of her stall. She let her backpack stay wet, and she looked at herself in the mirror.

She whispered, "Slut. Little shit. Trash. That's what I am? That's what I am, Gretta? Are you sure you're not talking about yourself because you're a bitch." Beverly absolutely hated Gretta; she was so mean to her, and she knew that she was not a hard-worker.

Bill, Eddie, Richie, and Stanley all walked out to the sidewalk in front of their school to dump out the rest of their things in the trash. As they threw away their things, Richie said, "Oh, my favorite feeling. I am so glad that it is summer because we don't have to worry about this place."

Eddie asked, "What do you guys plan on doing for your summer?" Richie replied, "I'm going to practice streetfighting." Eddie asked, "Streetfighting? That's where you want to spend your summer? In an arcade?"

Richie argued, "Shut up, Eddie. What are you going to do? Spend the whole summer inside with your mommy?" Eddie said, "Watch it. It's not funny." Richie said, "It sure is." Eddie frowned, and said, "You better shut the fuck up, Richie."

Bill stuttered, "Guys! S-s-s-stop arguing! There's no n-n-n-ne-need to argue!" Stanley said, "Yeah! We should be having fun with each other. Not arguing and making fun of each other. We're all different, and we're all outsiders, too."

Then, a voice behind them said, "You got that right!" They turned around, seeing Henry Bowers and his friends walking up to them. Henry said, "You guys are nothing, but dirty little losers. You guys are so weird, and I'm going to beat the shit out of all you someday."

His friends laughed, and Henry flipped them off. Then they walked away from them, but Bill stopped them by saying, "You s-s-s-suck Bowers!" Henry and his friends turned around, and asked, mimicking Bill, "Did you s-s-s-say something? B-B-B-Billy?"

Bill wanted to punch his face in, especially for making fun of him. His friends stood behind him, just in case Henry tried to punch them. Henry walked slow to Bill, and he said, "You aren't going to get away with this. We all know what happened to your little brother, but you aren't going to find him. You aren't ever going to recover from that."

When Henry was close to Bill, Bill frowned because he hated it when people mentioned his brother, Georgie, dying. Henry said to Bill's face, "I'll make sure that you join him. In hell." Henry was about to punch Bill, but then he saw his own father in his police uniform watching him.

Henry looked nervously at him, and then he faced Bill. He said, "I'll do this some other time. Have a nice summer, loser." Henry licked his hand, and rubbed his saliva on Bill's face. Bill groaned in disgust, and Henry held out two fingers, and walked away with his friends to his car.

When they were gone, Richie said, "I don't think they're going to sign my yearbook." Stanley asked, "You think?" Eddie said, "That guy is a motherfucking asshole. I want to kick his ass so hard. All of them."

Bill could feel tears coming up his eyes, the thought of Georgie played in his mind. He absolutely missed his brother, and he would do anything to have him back, but he can't do anything because he is dead.

Georgie wasn't only Bill's little brother; he was his absolute best friend. Bill loved his brother more than anything, more than anyone could imagine. He could never imagine life without him, but now he's living it. Even before he died, Georgie had told Pennywise the clown that Bill was his best friend.

They stood next to the trash can, and Eddie asked, "What do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Stanley suggested, "Do you guys want to go down to the creek?" Bill said, "We can l-l-l-look in the sewers, or the b-b-b-barrens. I want to find G-G-G-Georgie."

Eddie said, "Bill, come on. We all know that, no offense, Georgie is gone. You can't find him. Or anyone that has gone missing. They are all gone." Bill asked, almost yelling at Eddie, "How do you know?" Eddie said, "Whatever. We're going to the creek tomorrow." The rest of them said, "Okay."

A new kid named Ben was going home on his bike. He had one of his last projects in his hand, and he tried to get his bike off the rack. Ben was a big fan of New Kids On the Block, and he had headphones in, listening to one of their songs.

He pulled out his bike, and he tried to sit on it, but Beverly stopped by him, and asked, "Do I have to say the password or will you let me go through?" Ben looked at her, immediately charmed by her beauty. He said, "Oh, oh, right. Sorry. I'll just, uh, get out of your-."

As he tried to move his bike, he dropped his project on the ground, breaking it. He tried to pick it up, but then he dropped his bike, and he sighed. Beverly watched in sorrow, and she said, "Password." Ben bent down, picking up his project, and he said, "I'm sorry."

Beverly said, "No worries." When she got a closer look at his face, she asked, "Hey, aren't you the new kid? I'm Beverly Marsh." Ben stood up smiling, and he said, "Yeah, I know who you are. I am new, and my name's Ben. I'm in your Social Studies class."

Beverly smiled and asked, "What are you listening to?" Ben stuttered, "O-Oh, uh, nothing." She chuckled, and took off his headphones, and put them on her ears. She bobbed her head up and down to the beat of the New Kids On the Block song.

She said, "New Kids on the Block." Ben tried to convince her by saying, "I don't even like them." Beverly handed him the headphones, and she said, "Oh, I get it. The new kid is listening to New Kids On the Block. I like it."

Ben said, "You know my name is not new kid right?" Beverly said smiling, "Yeah. There's a lot worse things to be called." Ben smiled, and she asked him, "Can I sign your yearbook?" Ben smiled, and she grabbed his yearbook and her pen.

When she opened it to the autographs section, she saw that no one had signed it, and that she would be the first one. She felt sorry for him, but she was glad that she would be the first one to sign it.

She took her pen, and signed her name with hearts around it. Ben watched dreamily as she signed his book. She handed the book to him, and she said smiling, "Stay cool, Ben from Soc's class." She clicked her tongue and walked away from him.

Ben smiled at her, and she said as she walked away, "Hang tough, new kid." Ben laughed and said, "Please don't go girl." She didn't hear him, and he explained, "That's the name of a New Kids On the Block… song."

He was overwhelmed that someone actually signed his book, especially by a girl he had a crush on. He picked up his bike and his project, and started walking to the sidewalk, his headphones dragging along the grass.

In a barn in Derry, a young teenage boy named Mike was standing in front of sheep, holding a needle up close to it's head. Mike was sweating and shaking because he knew that he was supposed to put the needle in the sheep's head, but he did not want to harm the helpless animal. Plus, the sheep was trapped in a stall so it couldn't move.

Mike was in there with his grandpa and uncles, and he tried to put the needle in the sheep's head, but he put his hand down, knowing he couldn't do it. He sighed, and his grandpa asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't you doing it? Give me the thing."

His grandpa took the needle from Mike, and shot it in the sheep's head. The sheep baaed in pain, and then it collapsed. Mike gasped, and his grandpa said, "That's how you do it. When your dad was younger-." Mike yelled, "I'm not my dad, okay?!"

Mike looked at the sheep in anger and fear, and his grandpa told his uncles, "Go take a break." His grandpa looked at him, and he asked, "When are you going to find that boat between your eyes? When are you going to learn that this is important, and you need to do what I'm asking you?"

Mike was scared; he didn't know what his grandpa was going to do with him. His grandpa yelled, "Look at me!" Mike nervously faced him, and his grandpa said, "Come on, Mike. This is what your dad would not want! He would want you to do what I asked you! You are old enough to do what I'm asking you to do!"

Mike was pretending like he was understanding him, but really, Mike was ignoring him. His grandpa said, "You need to overcome this until you find that boat between your eyes! You need to be able to do this! It isn't that hard, and it's not even that painful to watch! Do you understand me, Mike?"

Mike nodded, and his grandpa asked, "Do you?!" Mike yelled, "Yes!" His grandpa scoffed, and muttered, "Idiot boy. He's just an outsider." He walked away from Mike, and Mike watched his grandpa walk away.

He told himself, "How dare he call me that? I am not an outsider. I'll show him who's not an outsider."