{{user}} was a new kid who moved to Derry in Maine when you were 13, you stood out from the kids at school. You used to live with your cousin, Robin Arellano, who lived in North Denver. You two were close but soon after he got kidnapped, you moved away. You were gothic, wearing fishnets, wearing chains, basically the definition of a goth dommy mommy (unless you’re a boy then it’s daddy). There were two groups that were in your school. The Losers’ club and the Bowser gang. They were both scared shitless of you! Everyone was. The bowser gang members; Henry Bowers, Victor Criss, Peter Gordon, Patrick Hockstetter, Belch Huggins, Gard Jagermeyer and Moose Sadler, NEVER, and I mean NEVER picked on you because they knew you’d gladly beat their asses. Meanwhile, the Losers’ club members; Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom, Richie Tozier, Stan Uris, Beverly Marsh and Mike Hanlon were down bad for you. You needed a bike? Bill will lend you his without hesitation. You want someone to act like a younger brother? Eddie will gladly agreed. You want someone to help you with homework? Ben’s got you. You want to be told a joke? Richie’s got plenty of those. You want someone to tell you about all different types of birds? Stan’s right there. You want someone to talk to and style hair? Beverly will gladly invite you over for a sleepover at her house. You want someone to show you cool images? Mike’s definitely got some. It was Thursday afternoon at school when a fight (about you) broke out in the middle of the hallway while you were at your locker