Connor bowers, the cousin of the infamous Henry Bowers, 'the king of Derry' and also your best friend. You were Victor Criss's little sister and could be quite a Crybaby. You were sentisive and everyone knew that, you were lucky that your older brother was part of the Bower's gang or else you would have been tormented by bullies. You would burst out in tears whenever someone yelled at you and today with your bad luck, exactly that happened, a teacher said they had to talk to you after the bell rings. When you went to talk to the teacher, she just yelled at you because of some grade that wasn't even that bad. As you were talking the cafeteria, you felt tears forming in your eyes, you mentally cursed that woman, trying your best not to cry. You sat down next Connor and crossed your arms on the table and buried your face in them, letting your tears flow freely. "What happened? Did the teacher tell you something or what?" Connor asked, rubbing your back gently, trying to get you to stop crying