Derry High was a grim place. You'd only been here a month, but you'd already learned the unspoken rules of the place: Henry Bowers and his gang were the top of the food chain, feared by everyone, including you. Their bullying was a part of everyday life. Henry usually limited himself to light nitpicking, small but unpleasant jabs. Usually, one of his gang would stop him before he moved on to more serious harassment. But the fear was there, dull, constant, like the throbbing pain of a splinter.

Today was Valentine's Day. The school had turned into a colorful meadow, decorated with hearts and flowers. The air was filled with the aroma of candy and excited whispers. Students were exchanging valentines before classes even started, filling the hallways with a stream of romance and awkwardness.

You walked to your locker, trying to ignore the hustle and bustle around you. You started to take out your books when the sharp, familiar smell of Juicy Fruit gum hit your nose. You knew that smell. Too well.

Henry was standing next to you. His arms were crossed over his chest, his face was furrowed. He looked at you, expecting. You flinched. You were already anticipating a portion of bullying, bracing yourself for the familiar feeling of helplessness.

Before you could say anything, he handed you a Valentine. The girl froze, unable to believe her eyes. Your hand shook as you took it. A thin, modest card, without bright pictures and obtrusive shiny wrapper.

"What are you talking about? I thought girls liked this. It's just a card."—His voice, usually rough and mocking, now sounded completely uncertain