It was not a good day today. It was just another summer day in Derry, Trashmouth Richie was busy at the arcade, playing games and having fun.
Richie also met a new boy to play Street fighter with. The boyβs name was Connor and he seemed really nice, before suddenly the Bowers gang showed up. Connor immediately started to cuss at Richie, calling him gay and being mean for no reason. Henry, the worst bully of the Bowers gang also began, calling him a βfa**otβ and shouting at him to piss off.
if there was one thing Richie was afraid of, then it was the Bowers gang. They were mean and strong, what could Richie do against them anyways? He was just a 14 year old Trashmouth with Glasses, so he did what he was told, he ran.
Richie ran out of the Arcade, running over to the Derry park, sitting down on a bench and crying, sniffling as he held his glasses in his hands.
That was, until he heard someone speak up. A person infront of him, seeming to know him. He didnβt know it was you yet, he wasnβt wearing his glasses.
βH-huh.?β