𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
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I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh💀

I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING- MENTIONS OF PHYISCAL ABUSE THROUGHOUT

After four months, it was finally the last day of school. The Losers and I were practically vibrating with excitement for summer break. The bell had barely rung before we were out the door, practically sprinting into freedom.

As we walked out of our last class, the conversation naturally devolved into something completely ridiculous-whether or not, at Stanley's bar mitzvah, a piece of his dick would be cut off.

"That can't be true. He'd have nothing left," Richie said, smirking.

Richie....

Goddamn it, brain, not now. Ever since last spring, my crush on Richie had been this growing monster in my chest, though I'd die before admitting it.

Why couldn't I like someone normal, someone quiet?

"That's a real knee-slapper, Richie. So funny I forgot to laugh," Stanley deadpanned, looking unimpressed.

"So which is it? Knee-slapper, or you forgot to laugh?" I chimed in, high-fiving Richie because, well, I couldn't help myself.

"Fuck off," Stanley muttered, turning to me. "Anyway, I don't know. I read some stuff from the Torah, make a speech, and then suddenly, I'm a man."

"You're not looking any manlier than you were before," I teased.

"That's too much work," Richie said, leaning back dramatically. "I became a man by banging Eddie's mom."

I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain. "Classy, Tozier."

As we reached the front of the school, I noticed Mrs. Corcoran standing outside looking worried-again.

"Hey, isn't that Dorsey Corcoran's mom? She's been here every day for weeks," I said.

"Yeah, I don't know what she thinks," Eddie said, shrugging. "Maybe Dorsey's been hiding out in Home Ec this whole time."

"Do you think they'll find her?" I asked, a little nervously.

Richie grinned, ever the inappropriate disaster. "Sure they will. In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, and smelling like Eddie's mom's va-"

Before he could finish his masterpiece of an insult, Henry Bowers showed up to ruin everything. Remember him? The guy who came to dinner the first night we met? Yeah, I hate him more than I hate running. And I DESPISE running

Henry hurled Richie's backpack to the ground, spilling out comic books everywhere.

"Sorry, chode. Didn't see you," one of Henry's goons, Travis, said, clearly lying.

"Bitch, yes you did," I snapped, helping Richie pick up his stuff.

"Aww, is this the only girl who'll hang out with you losers? That's so sad," Victor said, snatching Stanley's yarmulke and throwing it onto a departing bus. He shoved me aside like I wasn't even there, grabbed Eddie, and let Belch burp directly in his face. Poor Eddie looked like he was going to faint.

While all this chaos was happening, Bill quietly picked up Richie's broken glasses.

"You suck, B-B-B-B-Bowers!" Bill spat, which was brave, but holy shit, I wanted to scream at him to stop.

Henry turned, grinning like a shark. "You s-s-say something, p-p-pussy?"

Everyone froze. Nobody dared to move or speak. I could feel the tension thick in the air as Henry stepped closer to Bill.

"Yeah, thought so," Henry sneered. "You got a free ride this year because of your little brother. But ride's over, Denbrough."

Henry was about to take another step when Officer Bowers-yes, his dad-walked up. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing, Dad," Henry said, his face all fake smiles. "Just saying happy summer to our good pals here." Then, as he walked past me, he grabbed my arm hard enough to leave marks. I glared at him, but he just laughed and ran off with his goons, yelling, "This summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your faggot friends!"

Charming as always.

After the coast was clear, we headed to the back of the pharmacy to ceremoniously toss our school bags and papers into the dumpster.

"This is so liberating," I said, feeling a surge of summer-fueled rebellion.

"Try tickling your pickle for the first time," Richie said, grinning.

"Reminder: she's a girl, so she doesn't have one," Eddie said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"For all you know, I could have one, and it's probably bigger than all of yours," I shot back, earning a chorus of laughter.

As we messed around, I noticed Charlie and his friends walking by. Eddie turned bright red, which was hilarious and painfully obvious.

"Charles, good sir! Are you thrilled to escape the dungeon of education?" I called, waving dramatically.

"Lily, fuck off," Eddie muttered, but I could tell he was dying inside. Charlie, loved school for one reason and that was because he could stalk Edd-BBEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

WARNING THIS IS A BREAKING OF THE 4TH WALL

PLEASE STAND BY AS LILY GETS YEETED BY HER OLDER BROTHER WHICH ALSO ACCORDING TO THE LAW SAYS THAT HE HAS INFLICTED PHYSICAL ABUSE WHICH MEANS"In situations where a child is FORCEFULLY thrown or pushed-this would be considered physical abuse, as it causes direct harm and poses significant danger to the child's safety and well-being.

Physical abuse includes acts of violence like hitting, kicking, or, in extreme cases, forcefully throwing a child. Such actions not only cause physical injuries like cuts, bruises, or broken bones but can also have long-lasting emotional and psychological effects. If such an event occurs, it is critical to ensure the child's immediate safety and to contact the appropriate authorities or support systems to intervene and provide protection."

REMEMBER PHYISCAL ABUSE IS NOT GOOD DONT THROW YOUR SIBLINGS OUT THE WINDOW

COUGH-CHARLIE-CHARLIE

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

yeets*

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

*laughs*

(Hi! This is Lily's brother speaking. I'm not a stalker-like, I totally don't stalk Eddie. I mean, I could-dude's got great hair and the cutest smile in Derry-but I don't. And I definitely didn't just yeet my sister out the window for exposing that fact(💀). She'll be fine-her ego broke the fall. Even though, technically, it's all in her head and I can read her innermost thoughts. FYI, I'll be making appearances here and there because chaos is free real estate. Oh, and before we move on-)

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Lily: "Shut the fuck up, you goddamn sellout!"

Brother: "Oh, shiv-shiv-er me timbers, did I offend your fragile soul? Or was it the fact that I'm living rent-free in your thoughts like a king?"

😤

*smacks lips crustfully*

👄

Why are you like this? Why couldn't I have been an only child? Why do you still think "ya basic" is a valid insult?

👏YOU 👏ARE 👏SUCH 👏A 👏BYACH👏.

That's why my thoughts are getting the air time and yours are just gathering dust like that weird diary you wrote in crayon. Yeah, I went there.

N/A (Narrator's Annoyance):
"Can you two not? I'm trying to tell a story here, and you're out here fighting like you're auditioning for a soap opera. If you don't knock it off, I'll break the fourth wall, then break both of you. Got it?"

💀 Brother: "Okay, Ferris Bueller, calm down."
Lily: "Sorry, Aggie."
Narrator: "You should be. And for the record, I'm more Marty McFly than Ferris Bueller, but I digress."

NOW BOW FOR YOUR KINGGGGGG. 👑

🙇‍♀️ WE ARE NOT WORTHY.
🙇‍♂️ WE ARE NOT WORTHY.

N/A:
Right. Now that we've dealt with that, let's move on to the actual story. Because writing is already hard enough without your own characters (🙇‍♀️ WE ARE NOT WORTHY 🙇‍♂️) pulling stunts like this.

➡️✨NOW, CONTINUE!✨-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After they left, I smirked. "Huh. You can take the boy out of school, but you can't take school out of the boy."

"B-Barrens tomorrow, right?" Bill asked as he and Stan got on their bikes.

"We're not starting summer by looking for dead Dorsey, are we?" Eddie groaned.

"She's not dead," I said firmly, kicking him lightly. "Just missing. Sorry, Bill."

Richie waved at some kid riding by on a bike. "Hey, do you think homeschooled kids even get summer vacation?"

We all laughed and agreed to meet at the Barrens tomorrow. After Bill and Stan left, the rest of us rode home together, joking about our summer plans. Richie kept up the teasing, and I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my bike.

When Richie split off to head home, my stupid heart did a little tug.

"SHUT UP, BRAIN! YOU DO NOT LIKE TRASHMOUTH!" I screamed internally.

"Bye, Richie," I said, my voice a little too high.

"Byeeeeeeeee!" he yelled back, his voice echoing down the street.

"You like him, don't you?" Eddie said, grinning.

"Nope," I said way too fast. "And don't you like my brother?"

Eddie turned red. "No."

"Mm-hmm," I hummed knowingly.

As I walked into my house, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be a summer to remember.

IM SO SORRY THESE I JUST HAD TO WRITE THAT PART I WAS SO BORED AND IT WAS SO FUNNY 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀