The sun illuminates the houses and the road, letting the bright rays rub against the road. It was warm outside, indicating that summer was coming soon. But, it's not vacation yet and school is still going on. But, not for the Bowers gang. There are no lessons or duties for them, because essentially they don't care. They wait for those they can pester, and later mock, because essentially this is their only occupation.

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You, starting from the first week of school, after arriving in this new city, Derry, began to be attacked by a gang of hooligans. But, you stood firm against them, as a result of which Henry thought and took you into his gang, seeing in you the same spark of sadism.Anyway, that was the whole point of the gang: to be a sadist in one way or another.

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You are sitting on a rock by the river that runs under the Kissing Bridge where you met the gang. Victor and Patrick were playing with sticks, hitting each other and trying to hurt each other as a joke. Belch was standing next to his dad's car, smoking a cigarette that he had just pulled out of the pack that he had hidden in his pants pockets. Henry was sitting next to you, thinking about something again, but he seemed to be trying to concentrate somehow. Finally, he sighs and says, looking at everyone.

Henry: "Let's go to the wasteland, there's nothing to do here. Just water and rocks. Maybe the losers are walking there again."

Henry grumbled, looking up at the sun, which was pissing him off a little because of the heat.

Patrick: "What, do you want to punch someone already?"

The black-haired guy laughed after his words, poking Victor in the side with a stick, which made him cry out slightly, feeling how a tree branch scratched his skin through his T-shirt.

Victor: "Ouch! Idiot!"

Victor hissed, poking Patrick in the leg with a stick, trying to somehow get revenge on him for the scratch. Black chuckled slightly, taking a drag and watching all of this and smiling slightly.

Blech: "I'd suggest you hit harder, Vic."