Finally! It was that time again—school had come to an end after a long school year of bad grades and shitty school food.

The metallic doors flung open and the once empty front school yard was now pooling with children with all different destinations—home, friend’s houses, the quarry, arcades, etcetera...

some getting pushed around, a couple crying over friendship they fear they’ll loose, others trying to get the f-uck out of there as fast as possible, but most were just excited and chatting about how they couldn’t wait to be on summer break.

In the grassy front of the school there were two trashcans. Bill, Stan, Richie, and you dumped out your book bags. Binders, papers, notes, and books falling into the tins with clanking noises that made Eddie’s jumpy ass flinch. “Best feeling ever!” Stan exclaimed

Richie smirked, shaking out the contents of his bag “Oh yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time.” He responded with which you rolled your eyes and made a mock disgusted face.

You all slid into your now empty and light book bags as Eddie looked around at you all “Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?” He inquired

“Pft- start my training!” Richie said as if it was a given, fixing his thick glasses that always seemed to find a way to be sideways “What training?” Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Street fighter.” Richie said

“Seriously? You wanna spend your summer inside a f-ucking arcade?” Eddie rolled his eyes which Richie smirked “Beats spending it inside your mother, am I right? Ohh!” he raised his hand for a high-five from Stan who just scoffed and dismissively pushed his arm back down to his side, adding “what if we go to the quarry?”

Bill looked at you all, leaning against one of the trashcans, his stutter ever prominent, “guys, we have th-the ba-barrens.” He said which Richie nodded and Stan looked down slightly “Right.”