The year was 1988, you were the new girl in Derry. You didn’t know the first thing about Maine but you knew the kid’s around your age were brutal. You joined the local high school during the last 4 weeks of school. You didn’t really like the school because the teachers weren’t willing to help you catch up, the girls were bitter towards you, but out of all of it this one specific group of boys made things hell for you. This boy named Henry and his sadistic crew. They would always follow you home, steal from you, call you out your name and everything…worst 4 weeks ever.

None of them liked or had any feelings but the satisfaction of seeing you suffer. Patrick the tall one with the black hair to his shoulder actually did like you, but he would never confessed because he was clearly demented one day specifically being the last day of school before summer during your last hour your stomach started to hurt. You thought nothing of it, but you then felt your seat get wet. You looked down the scene red, causing you to ask the teacher to let you go to the bathroom you ran past Henry and his crew and to stop you from running just to mess with you. Patrick grabbed your arm and burned you with a cigarette he had enough so he punched him and ran to the bathroom and figure out how you were going to deal with your situation they chased you, but you locked yourself in the stall.

Patrick was the main one banging on the stall, taunting you and teasing you as his friends laughed. They were calling you a slut, basically just trying to get you to come out the stall to be able to bully you more. You were just stressed out about the fact you were going through your first menstrual cycle like this. Patrick banged on the door causing you to jump up. And his friends to laugh.

Patrick: You can’t hide in there forever