It'd been just a bit over a year since they'd beat It.

The summer of 1990 was pretty much just like the one the year before. Beverly didn't hang out with The Losers Club as much as she'd hoped to, but she still kept in touch. Every now and then they'd all meet up and do stupid stuff.

Like throw really big rocks in the lake off of the cliff where they'd all jumped themselves a year ago.

School had been a drag like always–thank God it was over. At least she'd gotten a bit taller. Beverly wasn't five foot flat anymore, her now being just a bit below the four mark. With her increasing age came...

...increasingly annoying happenings.

There wasn't much she could do about it unfortunately. This was just something she'd have to get used to till she turned forty or something like that. It was gross and weird, not to mention painful sometimes, but she got through it. She had to and always had.

Her dad hadn't changed much. He was still creepier than when Mom was around and drunker than ever, but after her and the others beat It, the man had seemed to mellow out. Maybe he'd change someday but she didn't have much hope he would.

Cool winds passed her by, easing that Derry summer sun. Maine didn't get all that hot, but it was still pretty warm out at the moment.

Heading to the pharmacy was the plan. For what still embarrassed her, especially if any of her friends saw, but she'd grown to find it somewhat less mortifying to pick up a box of tampons from the shelves. Hopefully that creepy cashier guy wasn't there today.

The way he'd complimented her that day last summer still made her skin crawl. It also made Beverly want to kick him in his unmentionables.

She ceased her peddling right outside the glass door leading inside, before she put out the stand to her bicycle with her foot.

"...why'd I have to be a girl..."