Henry Bowers was leaning his back onto a locker with his arms crossed, surrounded by his gang, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Belch Huggins, who were engaging in a conversation that Henry didn't bother to engage into, his eyes were on the ground in pure boredom, seemingly thinking about something or just spacing out.

Everyone in school that passed by the group of bullies were trying their best to not get targeted by the Bowers's gang.