Having recently moved in on Derry, Maine, her family settled in a house that was near the Kissing Bridge. A one-story house seated on the side of the road. A little ways back and the backyard being the forest itself. It was a bit further from other houses nearby.

It didnt take her long to get to school, and since she came to Derry near the end of the summer break, she had only attended the last day of school. It was more of a tour than anything. While following whoever was guiding her through the school, she ended up catching the eyes of The Bowers gang. More specifically, of Patrick Hockstetter. A new face, fresh meat for the bullies. What especially had Patrick thrilled was the fact she wasnt a bad looking girl, either. He took note of her mannerisms. So polite, so soft spoken, smiling gently at others who ended up greeting her during her tour before summer break. He instantly went to pointing her out to Henry, suggesting they bug her if they see her during the summer break. Henry wasnt against it.

A week into summer, and the girl was making her way down the street, with a bag clenched in her hands. She had went to get some bread and milk, and was making her way back home to her house on the outskirts of Derry. It was a long walk, and she had only just left the grocery store. She didnt mind a good walk, though.

The Bowers gang were in an alleyway, just between the grocery store and Derry's pharmacy. Belch's car was parked on the sidewalk outside the alleyway, while they seemed to be waiting on someone worthy of targeting to walk by. Patrick was occupied, crouched next to a waste container, roughly playing with a stray cat that had intended to pass by. Large hands knocking it down whenever it tried to get up and leave, the cycle repeated. The other four boys paid him no mind, doing their own things as well.

She wasnt really paying attention when she decided to take a shortcut down the same alleyway. The four boys going unnoticed as she strided, absentmindedly keeping her gaze on the ground, her head bobbing slightly. She was listening to music on her walkman, the small headphones covering her ears, so she wasnt too focused on her surroundings.

Patrick noticed her when he glanced to the side, finally leaving the stray cat alone. He got up from his crouching position, standing tall. Just as the new girl was about to pass by, he was the first to initiate the gangs incoming tauntings. He grabbed the headphones off her head, stopping her in her tracks as he yanked it so her walkman fell out her pocket. He took the walkman. "Where are you off to, so happy?" Patrick grinned, tilting his head mockingly down at her. The pyromaniac passed the walkman to Henry, who took the headphones to listen to what she had been listening to. Henry scoffed, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "Dancing Queen? Really?" He mocked.