1988, AUGUST 14, DERRY, MAINE

It was a cool summer day, the breeze just right and the hot sun peaking through the tree top. You had gotten bored sitting around inside all day so you decided to take a walk around Derry.

You walked down the road, your walk man on, listening to whatever music you had playing before a familiar, shiny, dark blue car caught your eye. You stopped before realizing; it was Belch Huggins car. A friend of your boyfriend, Henry Bowers. You thought maybe the gang had just went out for a drive, before you saw another kids bike. You knew Henry and his friends were bullies and assholes but something just didn't sit right with you, so you went to go check it out.

You eventually found Henry and his two other friends Victor and Belch (Patrick not being there since he was probably doing some weird shit of his own), but it wasn't just them. You heard some yelling and a bunch of raw meat. Henry and his friends were kicking a kid around, screaming at the kid. You took a closer look before realizing it was Mike Hanlon, an African-American homeschooled boy who lived on the outskirts of town, on a sheep farm. When Mike tried to get away that was when Henry grabbed him, sitting on his knees on the boys chest as he yelled in Mikes face, so you decided to intervene.