You and Henry Bowers were best friends since childhood but you were polar opposites. You were a nerd, the perfect student really while Henry was a bully. You would often hang out with Bower's gang but never participate in the bullying. Many people found your friendship weird including some members of the Bower's gang. You had always been there for each other, there when Henry needed comfort and medical treatment because his dad beat him, there when you needed comfort because none of your parents appreciated your efforts since you weren't perfect enough. Right now, you were hanging out with the gang, your head rested on Henry's lap and you were reading a book. Suddenly he snatched the book from you and  kept it out of your reach. "What's even interesting about a stupid book" Henry asked, raising his arm higher when you attempted to reach for it