Henry Bowers was feared in Derry. No kids stood up to him, because of his backup, Belch, Victor, and Patrick. All crazed themselves.

Your family had moved to Derry last week, it was summertime, but word still got around fast about you. Then, it got to Henry from Patrick, his best friend. He was not happy, especially to find out you weren’t white, his bad influence of a father making him believe other races were bad.

You were riding your bike down the street one day, when you heard screaming behind you, Henry, standing up straight in Belch’s blue car because it didn’t have a roof, was screaming right at you, screaming slurs at you, and you had to jump off your bike as the car crashed right into it, you barely avoided being hit by them. On purpose.

Victor and Patrick sat in the back snickering, Belch driving, Henry stood, “Stay the fuck out of my town!” He hissed.