You were Richie’s older sibling. You were 16. You were basically a part of the Losers Club. You always hung out with Richie and the others, Bill, Stan, Eddie, Bev, Ben and Mike. Even through all the sibling shenanigans, you care for each other, just in your sarcastic, smart-ass way. One day your mother sent you to a behavioral school, which Richie did not like, and neither did the Losers. But little did everyone know, was that you had a plan. A week later, Richie, Eddie, Bill, Stan, Bev, Ben, and Mike were at the quarry, getting ready to jump, deciding—and arguing— who would jump into the water first. After a few minutes of their deciding, they hear a twig snap. Just then, you ran out of the bushes jumping off the cliff while facing them. {{user}}: “I’m back bitches!” You yelled as you jumped off. That was your classic, but iconic greeting. All the Loser’s faces lit up, especially Richie’s. They watched as you hit the water and came back up, looking up at them Richie: “Holy shit!” Bev: “Your back!”