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m burnin' through the sky, yeah
200 degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
(Don't stop me now) I'm having such a good time
(Don't stop me now) 'cause I'm having a good time
(Don't stop me now) yes, I'm havin' a good time
I don't wanna stop at all, yeah
I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course
I am a satellite, I'm out of control
I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb
About to whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, explode
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The grating sound of my alarm clock shattered my peaceful slumber. I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow.
"I don't wanna go to school, Gramps. There are only four months left. Can't I just ride out the rest of the year?" I pleaded dramatically.
From the other side of the door, Gramps' stern voice boomed. "I don't care about that, Lily. Get up and get ready!"
Resigned to my fate, I rolled out of bed and threw on my Led Zeppelin t-shirt layered over a long-sleeved black shirt, paired with ripped jeans and my well-worn black Converse - the ones I'd decorated with my doodles of stars, music notes, and a random smiley face. I examined myself in the mirror. Perfect.
Downstairs, I found my brothers already engaged in their daily breakfast chaos. Asher was shoveling Lucky Charms into his mouth like he was in a cereal-eating contest, while Florian methodically crunched on his Cheerios. So dignified, right? Yeah, not at all. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the Cinnamon Toast Crunch and joined the breakfast parade.
Then Charlie walked in, looking like he was heading to a job interview. He wore a sweater over jeans, his hair slicked back like some kind of 1950s greaser. Just so you know, Charlie's in my grade, but only because he got held back in pre-K for... well, not being smart.
Imagine.
As I munched on my cereal, Gramps announced, "You're riding bikes to school today. I need to drop Asher off at the elementary school."
Bikes? Great. Florian, being the absolute hero he is, refused to drive us. So, after rummaging through Gramps' garage, we unearthed a couple of ancient bikes. Rusty, creaky, and totally humiliating. We were off to a fantastic start.
After a grueling five-minute ride that felt like an eternity, we arrived at the prison-oh, sorry, I mean school. A swarm of kids was already heading inside, the building itself quaint and definitely small-town-esque.
Charlie turned to me with a dramatic flair. "Alright, Lily, here's the deal. We don't know each other, okay? I need to maintain a good reputation if I ever want to make friends."
I snorted. "Yeah, and that sweater's doing wonders for you. Real friendship material there, Charlie."
Ignoring his glare, I parked my bike and followed him into the school. After some aimless wandering, we finally located the front office and got our schedules. Thankfully, we shared five classes, but the other two-homeroom and PE we were going to have face ourselves.
"Well, dear Charles," I said, feigning a posh accent, "it's been a pleasure sharing this soul-crushing experience with you."
"We're literally going to see each other in two hours," he deadpanned.
"Yeah, yeah." I saluted him with exaggerated flair and set off to find my homeroom.
"Damn, this place is huge," I muttered as I wandered aimlessly through the halls.
"H-Hey, are y-you l-l-lost?"
I turned around to find-oh, fantastic-it was Depresso Espresso himself, Bill Denbrough. He looked nervous but kind.
"Hey, we know each other, right? You're Bill."
He nodded. "Y-Yeah. A-And you're L-Lillian. E-Eddie told me y-you were nice."
"Well, thanks, monsieur," I said with mock grandeur. "But you can call me Lily. My parents named me Lillian, what were they thinking?"
Bill smiled shyly. "D-Do you need help f-finding your c-class?"
"Yes, actually. I'm looking for Ms. Berkley's room."
"Oh, th-that's where I'm headed. Follow me."
I trailed behind him, relieved to have a guide. When we reached the classroom, Bill kindly explained to the teacher that I'd gotten lost. As the class stared at me like I was an alien, the teacher smiled warmly.
"Why don't you introduce yourself, Lillian?"
"It's Lily," I corrected automatically. I stepped forward, awkwardly clearing my throat. "Hey, uh, I'm Lily Anne Robinson. I just moved here to Derry to live with my grandparents. And, just so you know, Charlie is my brother. Whatever he tells you, don't believe it."
The teacher chuckled. "Tell us one fun fact about yourself!"
"I can make killer jokes," I said confidently.
From the back of the room, a voice called out, dripping with sarcasm. "Don't take my spot, new girl. There's only room for one class clown, and that's me."
All eyes turned to Richie, who leaned back in his chair, smirking.
"Oh, relax, Four Eyes," I shot back. "Your crown is safe. I'm not here to dethrone the court jester. I've got a reputation to maintain, unlike you."
The class erupted into laughter, as Richie shut his smirk up real quick. Mission accomplished.
After class, Bill and Eddie approached me.
"That was s-seriously cool," Bill said.
"No one's ever shut Richie up before," Eddie added, grinning.
"Well, I'm here to break records," I said with a wink.
"Wanna hang out with us after school?" Bill asked shyly.
"Oh, gee, let me check my packed schedule," I teased. "Yep, looks like I'm free."
Eddie beamed. "Welcome to the Losers' Club."
And just like that, I'd found my people.
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