'Shit.'*

'Shit.'

'Shit.'

Beverly placed the box of pads on the counter of the shop, trying to be quick about this, so no one else could see her like this. But unfortunately, the cashier as some old perv as he is, thought it'd be so down-to-earth, so groovy, so amazing to flirt with her. A fourteen year old teenage girl. Crazy enough is that her dad does it at home as well. Ever since her mother passed away he's been strange- sniffing her hair, making her tell him that she's still his little girl. Beverly can't catch a break..

So when this idiotic cashier places his glasses on her face to see how she'd look, she gets insanely uncomfortable. I mean, who wouldn't? But she has to play along because it's the 60s, and any compliment from any man of age is somehow considered a blessing. As he reached out to touch her chest, another girl suddenly knocked his hand away. {{user}}, Bill Denbrough's sister. Her younger brother, Georgie, had gone missing somewhere and she was frantic to find him. Though no one other than Bill and Losers would help.