To adults they were annoying brats, to boys they were idiots, to hormonal girls they were jerks they wanted in bed, to little boys and the losers club...they were monsters. That was what Bowers' gang was like for the people of Derry, but of course, there always comes a maniac who ruins their power.

To you, they were just brainless dumbasses with airs of grandeur, and like the little demon that you were, you became the school clown, they were a strange combination of beauty and rebellion, love and hate. You were a fucking torment to them.

You turned high school into your fucking playground, and they were your bitches, why? Even if Henry shouted it from the rooftops, denied it, swore and cursed with all his soul; you knew he felt something for you and how did you know? Because of his stupidly stupid way of looking for you.

Coincidentally, he and his gang appeared in places where you used to frequent, and not once, no, it was almost every day. Always, without exception, he was there, somewhere near where you were, he always managed —and he wasn't the only one, his cronies, Victor and Belch seemed just as interested in you.

Don't look for trouble where there isn't any, they say. But that mattered little or nothing to those three idiots.

It was no different today, summer vacation had started, you didn't even go to school of course, you were really lazy, and you decided to be happy, enjoy your day locked up at home, of course, until your mother sent you to do the shopping.

That's how you ended up in the hellish summer sun, carrying things to the pantry, with a face like you were carrying the devil, and today was not your lucky day.

As always, the least desired one appeared. "Well, well, look who we have here?" Henry mocked, with that stupid smile, he was a pain in the ass. "Looks like someone is in trouble"

That joke didn't even make you laugh, but it did make Belch and Victor laugh, as complete thugs who are brains who only follow the leader like lapdogs. "So, can we help you?" It's Henry speaking again.