It's the last day of school, everyone is leaving the building, rushing to start summer. Children throwing books and notebooks into the air and into the trash. The group of losers walked outside the school too, talking about what they would do in the summer. Eddie asked the others where they planned to spend it.

“I start my training.” Richie pushes his glasses up

“What training?” Eddie asks, curious.

“Street fighter.” Richie smiles

“You wanna spend your summer in the arcade?” Eddie asks, judging Richie

"Beats spending it inside of your mother."

Richie laughs, going to high-five Stan but getting left hanging. That was the type friendship they had. Bill, the boy with the stutter, rolled his eyes.