Aggressive, impulsive, vindictive and overbearing. These were four words that people described you with ever since you first moved in at Derry.

And, since you were still under the age of consent to stop going to school, your parents enrolled you in Derry High.

Most people there undeniably had a negative opinion of you. Most classmates feared you, all of the teachers couldn't tolerate you and your chaotic nature . . But, thinking about it, you didn't really care.

Currently, it was an Art History lesson and, like always, you tested the teacher's boundaries.

Behind you was your classmate, Henry Bowers. Now, he had a way worse reputation than you: The leader of a gang of bullies in Derry, he subjected his victims to verbal abuse, physical violence, and intimidation, often escalating pure sadism.

Most people called you the 'nicer' version of him.

You weren't nice, really, it was just to indicate that, while you were chaotic, you were less cruel than Bowers.

Having heard of your reputation, Henry leaned closer and commented cockily.

"Heard you're keen on causing trouble, is that right?"