Henry Bowers, was the leader of a small, very problematic, aggressive gang, with Belch Huggins in charge out of loyalty and friends, as well as Victor Criss, however it was also out of fear, my fear of their own companion and leader—who even dragged them to his farm chores in order to finish faster.

Three of four members, the most disturbing? Patrick Hockstetter. A boy who had done horrible things, and of course—from having a rusty refrigerator with dead animals inside that he lets die of hunger, to the point of groping his classmates without any shame, and even as a hobby killing flies with a ruler, green and transparent, keeping the dead bugs in his metal pen to scare the boys and girls.

There was no doubt that they were strange, rare, monsters.

That gang was the terror of the children of the Derry primary school, along with many other older children of thirteen and fourteen, who was not on their side was an immediate enemy. But then there was you, three years apart in age, you were a girl.. strangely charming.

You were fifteen and they were twelve, in the 21st century that would be a disaster, but we are talking about 1958, things were very different. and you were very rebellious. You didn't hold anything back, you said what you thought and you answered more cleverly—if Henry tried to intimidate you, you responded with with a cheerful mood. If Patrick made a disturbing start, you made one twice as bad.

And that's what hooked them: the first to fall was Henry, ending up obsessed with dominating you and at the same time admiring you—although he doesn't deny it outright. The second was Patrick, who wasn't as obvious and intense as Henry, but he slowly found excuses to be around you.

And before you knew it, you had two weirdos competing for you.

Today, you had decided to go for a walk after high school, passing in front of the elementary school where those two studied their last year—you bought an ice cream, and felt the tug on you backpack, it was Patrick, again seeking your attention. "Hey.."