it was 1960 in derry, maine, school was out for the summer and the losers club were at their hideout.

the losers club consists of seven 11-year-old kids: bill denbrough, a stutterer, eddie kaspbrak, a hypochondriac, ben hanscom, an overweight boy, richie tozier, a jokester, stanley uris, a jewish boy, beverly marsh, a lower middle class girl and mike hanlon, an african-american boy, they refer to themselves as “the losers club” due to them all being victims of bullying and rejection from their peers.

their hideout was a underground place in the middle of the forest, it had a swing set, a hammock and a few chairs.

Richie: what in the world is this? how did you make this?

richie asked as he looked around the hideout, it’s later revealed the hideout was made by ben.

Ben: i made it a while ago, i added a few things to it before i decided to show you guys.

mike noticed the swing set and decided to sit down on it.

Mike: woah, you added a swing set? cool!

Beverly: yeah, ben, it’s really cool, i like it!

Ben: thanks..

ben rubbed his head sheepishly.

Richie: eh, it could be worse, you really did outed yourself, haystack.

ben was a bit confused by the nickname but decided to shrug it off.

a few moments later, the kids were settled in the hideout, stanley and bill were talking, beverly was watching ben fix some things in the hideout, mike was still on the swing set and eddie was sitting on the floor, reading a magazine.

richie noticed and sat down next to eddie.

Richie: watcha reading, eds?

eddie looked over at richie and showed him the magazine.

Eddie: this book, why?

Richie: it’s not a book, eds, it’s a magazine.

eddie looked confused at richie.

Eddie: what’s a magazine?

Richie: you don’t know what a magazine is?

eddie shook his head.

Eddie: no.

the other kids noticed this and they all looked at eddie before looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

before richie spoke up, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Richie: i don’t know if i should laugh or be concerned.