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A/N: Well, might as well start writing ANOTHER It story while I wait to start my sequel to Dealing With Being a Loser!

Just to let you guys know, this is an ENTIRELY different story to the other one I wrote, but it will ALSO follow the 2017 film! I should seriously write one that follows the book lol But I don't have the patience for that right now XD

Anyway, there is a new OC in this story! Her name is Emily Boleyn! Her story starts nearly two years before the events of the 2017 movie, just for her character development.

Warning! Mentions of physical abuse in this first chapter, but don't worry! It won't last very long! :)

Now, without further ado, here is the first chapter of my new It story, A New Family!

Directed by Andy Muschietti

Written by Hermione Romanoff

Based off of the novel "IT" by Stephen King

Cast (teenagers):

Chosen Jacobs as Mike Hanlon

Jeremy Ray Taylor as Ben Hanscom

Jack Dylan Grazer as Eddie Kaspbrak

Finn Wolfhard as Richie Tozier

Sophia Lillis as Beverly Marsh

Jaeden Martell as Bill Denbrough

Wyatt Oleff as Stan Uris

Mackenzie Foy as Emily Boleyn

Cast (adults):

Andy Bean as Stan Uris

Jay Ryan as Ben Hanscom

Isaiah Mustafa as Mike Hanlon

James Ransone as Eddie Kaspbrak

Jessica Chastain as Beverly Rogan

Bill Hader as Richie Tozier

James McAvoy as Bill Denbrough

and Danielle Harris as Emily Boleyn

Cast (additional original characters):

Afra Sophia Tully as Danielle Boleyn (Emily's daughter)

Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Charlotte Boleyn (Emily's mother)


Living easy, living free

Season Ticket on a one-way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride


Chapter One: Moving Away From Terror

Sunday, October 25th, 1987

Indianapolis, Indiana

11:36 A.M.

The eleven-year-old girl finished packing both of her suitcases as she tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. She kept glancing around her room, making sure that she didn't forget anything. The room was now completely empty, and she couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. But her muscles were tense as she heard her mother and father screaming at each other from downstairs.

"You two are not leaving!" her father yelled.

"Yeah, well… You aren't gonna treat us like garbage anymore!" her mother retorted, although her yelling was more calm. "I've told you several times that it's over!"

Emily Boleyn's hands were clenched into fists as she heard the arguing. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself before she lost control. She had lost it multiple times during the fights her parents had, which were on a weekly basis. She would even defend her mother, which always earned her a slap to the face from her father.

In fact, that exact thing had happened the night before. Something that she realized as she briefly touched her right cheek. Emily didn't flinch but her eyes squinted just a little behind her glasses at the slight pain that was present under her fingers.

She had taken so many beatings from her father that she had grown used to it. She already dealt with so much pain on a daily basis, but it seemed as if Emily's mother was the only person in this dark world that truly loved her and cared about her.

Even Emily's first and only boyfriend had treated her horribly. He always bossed her around and called her names that she wouldn't even call other people. Well, unless it came to her father or any bully. She wasn't even that popular at the school that she would no longer be going to now, since she and her mother were moving over 1,100 miles away. To be honest, the young girl was immensely relieved at this. Finally being able to be free from her abusive father was like Heaven. And she was also happy that her mother was finally getting away from him as well.

Emily suddenly remembered something and immediately rushed over to the wall that was hidden by her old bed. She pulled a piece of wood that she had cut out from the wall and grabbed a plain black box. She pulled the lid off of it and sighed with relief.

She gently took the red pocket knife out of the box and shoved it in her pocket. The knife had belonged to her grandfather that passed away two years ago, and he had given it to her right before his death. The gift meant everything to her and she had taken it with her everywhere she went. Yes, even to school, because weapons hadn't been banned from schools yet. Plus, nobody noticed that she carried it with her.

Besides, it was only for her protection, so she always felt as if she needed it with her.

Emily jumped when she heard a knock on her door. She whipped her head around and saw her mother, Charlotte, standing in the doorway. She visibly relaxed when she saw her, which made the woman laugh a little, despite her uneasy expression.

"You have everything ready, sweetie?" Charlotte asked gently.

Emily nodded, taking a deep breath and returning the smile. Her mother noticed the worried expression on her face and walked over to her. They could both hear the sounds of Emily's father, Tom, yelling at the top of his lungs. Charlotte ignored this as she hugged her daughter tightly.

"Don't worry, Em," she whispered soothingly. "You will never see him again. I'll never let anyone hurt you like he did ever again."

Charlotte was very protective of her daughter, mostly because she loved Emily so dearly and hated it when Tom abused her. She had literally gone so far as to purchase a house in Derry, Maine, which was over 1,100 miles away from Indiana.

She also wanted to move to this small town because she was getting tired of the big city that surrounded them. Charlotte wanted her daughter to live in a less hectic town where it was more quiet and peaceful.

She definitely did not realize the hidden horrors that was masked by Derry. The horrors that her own daughter would get involved with in a year and a half.

She let go of the embrace and patted Emily on the shoulder. "Let me get this argument over with your father, and then we can leave… For good… Go ahead, get finished and get in the car…" she informed her.

Emily nodded as her mother left the room. She shoved her books and VHS tapes in her second suitcase, but made sure that she didn't damage them. But she was still tense, a little anxious that her father would come barging into the room and hit her again.

But Emily did know that her mother was a pretty tough woman, having literally hit her own ex-husband just so he wouldn't get to their daughter and hurt her. This had only happened several times in the past. And Emily always got scared every time she did this, always worried that her mother would get herself hurt in the process.

And, sure enough, she had. And this made Emily snap one day. She herself hit her father across the face in response to Tom slapping Charlotte multiple times while she defended her daughter. When he went to possibly beat her worse than ever, she had run away and stayed out of the house until around 11:30 that night. When she had gotten home, that was when her mother sat her down and explained to her that they would soon be leaving Indianapolis without her father.

And today was the day that they were moving to Derry, Maine. To be honest, she wasn't upset to be leaving her old school, since she had almost no friends from there. The 'friends' that she did have were fake people that she really disliked. Emily was very curious as to what Derry would be like.

Would the townsfolk be welcoming? Would the kids be nice and want to befriend her? Or would both of those possibilities not come true? God, she prayed that the latter wasn't true…

Right as she heard footsteps thunder up the stairs, shattering her thoughts, Emily zipped her suitcases, closing them. She quickly grabbed the handles of both of them and ran out of the room. But she wasn't able to get very far, as Tom blocked her way with a furious expression on his face.

"You're not going anywhere!" he said as calmly as he could. Emily could easily see his anger as she tried to walk past him, her face completely blank.

"Get out of my way," she growled softly through her teeth. Tom grabbed a handful of her brown hair and jerked it. Emily winced slightly, but showed no true sign of pain and fear in response. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice getting louder.

"I said get out of my way!" she bellowed, dropping her suitcases and taking out her pocket knife. "Do not make me use this against you, you monster!"

"You do not use that type of tone towards your father, young lady!" Tom screamed, drawing his hand to slap her again, but Emily was quicker, shoving her father out of the way. Because Tom was an idiot, he easily fell to the floor. She picked up her suitcases at lightning speed and jogged down the stairs.

Once she had gotten them into the car truck, she sprinted to the passenger side door when she saw her father charging at her from the front door. She quickly opened the door and got inside, slamming it shut and locking it. At that exact moment, Charlotte stepped out of the house with her own suitcases and started screaming at Tom.

"You're NOT leaving!" Tom yelled, trying to grab his now ex-wife. She dodged this and tossed her bags in the car, getting inside and starting the ignition.

"Goodbye, Tom!" Charlotte said simply and she stepped on the gas pedal, causing the car to speed down the street. And they left their nightmare behind forever…

Emily audibly sighed with relief as they took a right turn and left the street that tortured her for her entire life. Charlotte noticed this and freed one of her hands from the steering wheel, taking hers and holding it tightly.

"It'll all be okay now, Em," she said in a soft voice. "You'll see. I will never let anything like that happen to you again."

"I know," Emily replied, her voice rather small for a person like her. She added to this statement by squeezing her mother's hand, which made her smile.

"So, when it gets past dark, we'll stop at a motel and stay there for the night. Then we'll leave in the morning and arrive tomorrow night," she explained in the simplest way that she could. Emily nodded along with what she was saying as she put her headphones on and plugged them into her Walkman. She pressed Play and immediately, the lyrics of 'Highway to Hell' rang through her ears.

Charlotte could hear the loud music just barely, and she shook her head, while trying not to laugh at her daughter's music taste. She herself was a fan of AC/DC, so she didn't really mind. She even nodded her head with the music, although she almost couldn't hear it at all.

Emily, meanwhile, wasn't jamming to the song. In fact, she found herself feeling at peace with it, leaning her head against the cool glass and closing her eyes.


Ten Hours Later

9:43 P.M.

Pleasant Valley Motel

Massachusetts

"Em, wake up… Wake up, sweetie…"

The young girl stirred slightly as she slowly lifted her head off of the window. There was no more music playing through her headphones as she took them off of her ears. She opened her eyes and looked up. It was no longer daylight outside, the only source of light being the sign of the motel they had stopped at. Emily looked at her mother with a small smirk on her face.

"Couldn't have bothered to carry me inside?" she asked jokingly. Charlotte laughed as she playfully poked her daughter in response.

"Nope. You're a big girl now," she replied in the same sarcastic tone. This caused them both to laugh for a few seconds. But after that fleeting moment of happiness, Emily opened the passenger door and got out. She went to the trunk and opened it, pulling her suitcase for her clothes out and carrying it to the sidewalk. She waited for her mother to pay for their room. Luckily, at least for her, it wasn't that expensive. This was despite the fact that she and her mother were not poor, Charlotte having worked in a successful business of her own.

In just a few minutes, Emily and her mother were in their room and unpacking a few clothes to wear for the night. The young girl was in the tiny bathroom, brushing her hair when Charlotte came up behind her.

"I'm gonna go to the little fast food joint next door. Do you want me to pick you up something?" she asked.

Emily didn't want to sound too keen, but her head had shot up at the word 'food.' Charlotte noticed this and smiled at her daughter, so the young girl couldn't lie to her own mother.

"Okay," she said. "Food sounds good."

Charlotte nodded and stepped out of the room. "Are you sure that you'll be okay by yourself, honey?" she asked, a little worry in her tone. Emily gave her mother a small smile and nodded. "Mom, like you said, I'm a big girl now. I'll be fine," she replied.

"All right," the young woman in her mid-30s said. "If they have burgers, I'll get you a plain one with some fries," she added, opening the door and exiting the room.

Emily was left all by herself as she pulled the curtains over the windows. She was a little scared that someone would be peeping through them, that specific paranoia sticking with her ever since she was a little girl. She changed into her pajamas and was relieved at the warm feeling the clothes gave her.

She went to go sit on the bed that she and her mother would be sharing and pulled one of her books out of her bookbag. She opened it and began to read, finding lots and lots of peace in the quiet atmosphere that filled the motel room. Emily thought that she could do this for hours, since she loved reading so much. In fact, it was her favorite thing to do when she had the free time.

Even though it was very chilly outside, it was strangely burning up inside the room, so Emily got up and turned on the air conditioner, but left it on low so she wouldn't freeze to death. She got back on the bed and picked up from where she left off in her book. She smiled when she got to certain parts and even laughed at others.

But before long, the motel door opened and Charlotte stepped into the room with two bags of food. Emily put her book down and took the bag that her mother offered to her.

They both ate their food while having a cheerful conversation about whatever. They burst out laughing when they talked about something funny that Emily had done at her old school. But eventually, all laughter quieted down and they were left with a comfortable but somewhat deadly silence. Finally, after about five minutes, Emily spoke up.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

Emily took a deep breath and looked at her mother. "When I start school in Derry… I don't know if anyone will like me or want to be my friend… I'm afraid that I'm not gonna have any friends just like I did at my old school…"

Charlotte gave her daughter a sympathizing look and put a hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly. This was something that she had always done when Emily was just a small child. "Sweetie," she began, "I think that people will most likely judge you because you're the new kid in school. That happened to me when I was in your shoes."

Emily chuckled a little. "Wow, way to be blunt," she replied sarcastically.

"But," Charlotte continued, "I'm sure that some of the kids will love you. You're such a sweetheart when you meet someone new, you're very polite. I was nice to new kids that I met when I moved to Indiana at your age. I made friends pretty easily, but that didn't stop bullies from targeting me." The woman rolled her eyes slightly as she remembered this. "I think that you're just a little too quiet… You need to at least try to talk to people… And, who knows? Maybe a boy will have a crush on you."

Emily playfully shoved her mother. "Mom, please," she pleaded. "Don't you think I'm a little too young to be dating anyone?"

"Oh, don't you even," Charlotte replied in a sly way. "What about that boy you used to date when you were 10? Jack Hargensen?"

This made Emily's smile drop completely as she turned away from her mother. "Don't talk about that jerk," she said in disgust.

"Emily!" her mother scolded.

"Hey, I'm making a point!" Emily stated. "He treated me like I was nothing. He bossed me around and called me names that I can't even say around you. He was a horrible person!"

Charlotte's eyes widened. So this was the real reason why her daughter had broken up with Jack. She was angry when she heard how the boy had handled Emily, but was also sad at the fact that the young girl had felt like she was nothing. Because of this, she immediately pulled Emily into a hug.

"I'm so sorry," she said in a comforting manner. "He treated you like crap, and I'm sorry he did that. I wish you would've told me sooner, though. But listen to me."

Charlotte pulled away from the hug and made her daughter look directly into her eyes.

"You're not nothing," she said simply. "You are not nothing. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, even if your father was an horrible person… You are the sweetest little girl that I've ever seen. You are very strong and can stand up for yourself and others. I am very thankful to call you my daughter."

Emily gave her mother a big smile and hugged her tightly again. "I love you, Mom," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Em," Charlotte replied easily.

The two continued to eat and laugh at whatever, just like they had done earlier. But, after a few hours, they both decided that it was time to get some sleep.

They both fell asleep around 10:30 that night, prepared to leave the next morning for a new life.


Monday, October 26th, 1987

8:35 A.M.

Emily was the first person awake the following morning as she opened her eyes and stretched a little. She was careful not to wake her mother, but knew that they would both have to leave soon if they wanted to arrive at their new house before dark. She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like a long time, but when she finally sat up, only five minutes had passed.

She got off of the bed and changed into a new pair of clothes. She then walked over to one of the windows and pulled the curtain back slightly. Sure enough, the sunshine outside flooded through the tiny crack. The light gave her a slight sense of pride as she dropped the curtain.

Emily then walked over to the bed and started gently shaking her mother awake.

"Rise and shine, Mom," she said in a somewhat sing-song voice. Charlotte stirred as she groaned a little. The woman finally opened her eyes and sat up.

"What time is it?" she asked in a tired voice.

"Almost 9 o'clock," Emily replied.

Charlotte nodded and finally got out of bed. "Let me get changed. Then we can go get some breakfast before we leave," she said.

"Okay," Emily said in response.

After her mother got dressed, they both left the motel room and went to the fast food joint next door. They both got biscuits and gravy, although Emily got eggs with it. They ate their delicious food in peace, but before long, they finished and went back to the motel.

They repacked their bags and put them back into the trunk. Emily and Charlotte both got into the car and drove away from the motel. They then got back onto the highway, driving another seven hours to Derry, Maine.

Emily had no idea that in a year and a half, she would go through the worst summer of her life.


A/N: You know how I roll by now. PLEASE READ THIS!

So, first chapter out of the way! Yay! They're moving to Derry! And it looks like Emily will be making new friends sometime soon! :D

Thoughts on this first chapter? Was it great?

Do you like the character of Emily? Is she cool? Let me know!

I do have an idea on who I should pair Emily with later on in the story! I WILL NOT REVEAL IT! You'll just have to guess lol

Predictions for future chapters?

Will she end up floating in the end? Or will she live?

Please answer the questions in your reviews if you want!

Hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Please read and review! Would love it if you favorite and follow this story! Have a great day, and until next time!

— Hermione Romanoff