"See ya guys later!"

"Have a good summer!"

"So long suckers!"

"FREEDOM! SO LONG TO THIS DUMP!"

That was heard all along the hallways of Derry's East High School. It was finally the last day of school, and those who were old enough or were in their final years had graduated. Teens rejoicing and cheering; girls and boys running around the busy corridors; either throwing their books and textbooks to the ground, or creating enough trash for it to be impossible to even see the ground.

Boys were pranking people, for the entire day- putting stink bombs in the bathrooms or in a poor soul's locker. Popular girls were dolling themselves up to go celebrating, sneering and laughing and complimenting each other on their outfits.

There was paper everywhere; either shredded or still in one piece, and 18 year old Y/N L/N felt sorry for the poor janitors and cleaners who had to clean it all up when all the students left. Y/N was amongst one of the students who had finished high school, and it was probably one of the most thrilling experiences ever.

Even though she didn't show her excitement physically- she didn't have many friends to exactly show it to anyway- she was cheering mentally in her head. No more worrying about exams, no more crying a 2am about having to complete an assignment, and , no more worrying about seeing anymore of her bullies ever again-

"Watch it slut!" She was harshly shoved against her locker, the clanging of the metal hurt her ears and her chest hurt. She turned just in time to catch the culprit; seeing her and her minions walk off down the hallway, laughing, grinning and whispering names.

Tracy Harris. With her long blonde hair, green eyes and sporty figure, every guy wanted her- and there was no doubt that every guy had been with her- she was the worst, and Y/N was one of the unfortunate who were teased and bullied by her since the 6th grade.

Y/N was one of those girls who didn't have the money, clothes or popularity. She was an outcast, with not many friends and tending to stick to her own company rather than others. It was no doubt that she would spend her days at the library or toilets at break and lunch, they were the only places she could hide.

When she was in the prime position for bullying, it included shoving, pushing, name calling, ripping her books or her bag (she had gone through three backpacks during one semester), and many more. Y/N remembered once when it was after sports, and she was not so lucky to receive a 'shower' of trash poured on top of her.

At least she's going to California with her rich daddy. Y/N thought, the relief she was feeling was out of this world. So long Harris, hope you don't get aids anytime soon. Y/N was a normal looking 18 year old, and that must've played worst for her in terms of what she wore.

She was an only child growing up with a mother who spent most days at work, coming home from working hours overnight. Income and money were things that were difficult, and so Y/N had to live with the littlest of things. Meaning that most of her clothes she got were from a local thrift shop or hand-me-downs from cousins.

Sometimes thought it didn't matter to her about her looks. In fact, she did like being different. Her clothes were old-fashioned and not the latest, and she liked to look unique; following a crowd wasn't her go to.

The H/C haired girl sighed, shutting her locker and pressing her glasses up closer to her face. One thing Y/N hated were her reading glasses, and they were the worst, especially as she had to mend them most of the times Tracy had finished with them.

At least that's over and done with. Y/N straightened her jacket, feeling as though it twice her normal size, she liked how comfy it felt, like it would encase her and keep her warm and safe.

"Ms L/N, you still here?" She turned to the voice, dreading that it was her history teacher, Mr Windsor. He was old, very old, and it was incredible to see him still walking around with no trouble.

"I was j-just grabbing my textbooks sir." She always cursed her nervousness; it was always impossible to not act so timid around anyone. He smiled a crocked smile, beady grey eyes smiling too, "Ah, you're always studying, even during the summer breaks."

"Heh, I just wanted to keep myself keen before college." She pressed the textbooks closer to her chest, her NASA backpack swung on her shoulder lazily. "Which college, it said you were unsure of where to go?" He inquired. She nodded, "Yeah, my mom says it'll be a lot of money to study in Portland, but studying literature has always been a dream of mine."

He chuckled hoarsely, "Ya wanted to be a writer, was it? You remind me of a kid many years ago. He was similar like you; always keeping their head in a book, unsure of where life would take 'em." he sighed in thought. "It's a shame I don't hear much from 'em nowadays. Oh well, I'm just an old fart."

Y/N smiled politely, shaking her head. "I d-don't think so, you're w-wise in knowledge." He chuckled louder, "Oh, you're too kind L/N. Well, wherever life takes ya, I hope ya have a good Summer. It'll be a hot one for sure! Try not to spend it indoors."

She cracked a small smile, her E/C eyes hiding her slight irritation. "I-I'll try not to sir! Summer is always be best season, you always have to make the most out of it." "Well, as long as you find some good friends, don't go out too late, ya remember the curfew?"

How could she not forget it. It had been pumped into her brain since she was six. Don't go out at dark after 7pm, or if you do, always be supervised by an adult. She nodded, "O-Of course, how could I not forget."

Mr Windsor crossed his arms, thinking thoughtfully. "I remember so many good kids going missing. Thousands of 'em. It's shame huh?" He didn't seem that upset about it all- the fact that kids went missing all the time- but she nodded quietly.

"Well," he clapped his hands together, so loudly that it almost made her jump, "I'll leave ya to it! Have a good one L/N! Oh, and say hello to your grandmother. Tell her thanks for the flowers." She smiled, waving back as he went the opposite way, "Y-You too sir!"

When she turned back down the hallway, it was pretty much empty now, not a single kid her age was there. It was no surprise that they wanted to get out as soon as. "Well, this place sucked for four years. I'll make sure to never return for any reason whatsoever." she said to herself, walking out when she was ready out to the front.

"Y-Y/N! H-Hey wait up!" When she heard her name being called from the distance, she could only think that it was either one of the bullies like Tracy, or someone even worse, but she was surprised to see one of her classroom friends running to catch up to her.

"Hey Tommy... You're still here?" She greeted. Thomas Reed was a nerd like her. But he excelled in science rather than she did on literature. He was tall and lanky, thick square-rimmed glasses that hide his brown eyes, large and always hid lots of curiosity. He was kind and friendly, to her at least. "I had some college prep math to do... you know, I'm gonna have a great summer." he mused, smiling shyly. "Well, you won't be alone with that." She joked and he laughed quietly.

"You're gonna go where again?" She asked, "Was it Yale?" "I wish," He laughed softly, a small blush on his pale skin, sounding quite strained. "Mom thinks it's best that I go to Philadelphia to see my dad there. She thinks I should catch up with him after so many years."

At least you have a dad. She thought: her dad left when she was still a baby, and her mom had to raise her alone. "Well, I'm sure you'll have a good time there, Phili is always better than Derry." "That's true." they both laughed, before silence filled the air. "You know," he begun, "If I don't see you before I leave, I-I hope you have a good summer."

She smiled, surprised that he stuttered, usually he only stuttered around the bullies. "I hope you have a good summer too Tom..." she paused, before the thought came to her head out loud, "Oh! I still haven't signed your yearbook!" His eyes widened, and the blush intensified. "Y-Yeah, I forgot to give it to you... here."

He handed her the blue and golden font yearbook, a blue pen hanging loosely from the corner. She opened the page to the back, seeing that he only had a few signatures, mainly from teachers. She scribbled a small note in her neat handwriting, 'Hey Tom! Thanks for the help with physics revision for four years! Hope you have a good summer! Y/N'

"There," she handed it to him, "stay cool Tom." and with that she said her farewell, walking to the bike shed to take her back home. She just about heard a distant, "You too!" as she rounded the back of the school, walking inside the bike shed, seeing it covered all over in mud and some other substance, something that looked like slime.

it read on the bike seat, and all she could do was sigh in frustration, spending a good 10 minutes trying to wipe it all off, her sleeves of her jacket and jeans being covered with whatever it was.

"This is gonna be a long summer." she muttered, finally walking out with her bike as she got on it, riding her way back home as quickly as she could.

Her house was small, but the neighbours were kind and friendly, with a few kinds around her age, but a bit younger than her. Just a few houses from her were the Denbrough's; a family of four with two boys; Bill and Georgie.

Well, it was before Georgie went missing and became one of the next few victims. Poor kid. She towed her bike into the garage, looking over to the house on the opposite side of the street.

She remembered that she used to help him with tutoring for English and sometimes history. He was known as Stuttering Bill, and was bullied for it by Henry Bowers, but he had a good group of friends that she was aware of. She knew everyone in Derry, from her neighbours to the Hanlon's who owned the butcher's shop.

It was terrible to hear such a sweet kid like Georgie to of gone missing. Apparently he was last seen on the streets, and she remembered the day clearly. Rain pouring heavily outside, whilst she did her homework. She had taken a break to see a smiling and laughing Georgie in a bright yellow coat and green Wellington boots- a paper boat in hand.

She shook the shiver that had gone down her spine, walking up the stairs to go into her house, to see that it was empty. Her mom was either out or upstairs sleeping, so that meant that she would have the rest of the house to herself.

She went to the kitchen, throwing her bag to the ground, and making herself a sandwich, eating the bland chicken and lettuce, thinking as to what she would do next.

"This sucks... everyone is having a great time, and I'm sitting here alone and bored, eating a sh*tty sandwich!" She didn't bother eating the rest of it, going to her room and changing into something more cooler.

When she was ready, she had decided she would go into town to grab a few things, like some pens and pencils to draw. She grabbed her pocket money, running back to get her bike and going into town, dismissing the odd feeling of being watched or something behind her in the garage.

When she turned she saw nothing, shrugging it off as her being weird and heading off. It wasn't the first time she had felt like someone had been watching her, and she always thought she did see yellow eyes or a red balloon flying in the wind near her, but she just thought of it as her mind playing tricks.

THIS CHAPTER SUCKED A BIT, BUT OH WELL! HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIRST PROPER CHAPTER! SEE YOU SOON!