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DRAWING STICKS!
"Bill! You cant go in there," Bev exclaimed. She flung her bike to the ground and approached the house. "This is crazy!"
The others followed her pursuit. The house on Neibolt Street loomed over them. The house was in dire need of a paint job, and looked like it hadn't been touched since the 50s. The windows and door had been boarded, and the greenery was a pale dead yellow.
As they approached the porch the house seemed to smile cruelly, as if to say: come inside, I don't bite!
"Look you don't have to go in with me," The Denbrough boy told them, swallowing thickly. "What happens if another Georgie goes missing, or another Betty or another Ed Corcoran, or one of us. Are you just going to pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town. I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuff animals, but he isn't. So walking into this house, for me is easier then walking into my home."
Veronica felt a lump of sadness form in her throat. She pushed it down quickly. Too many had been lost recently, her mother included.
Bill wiped his mouth before turning to the boarded up door, carefully taking off the oak planks.
"Wow," Richie commented, watching him intently.
"What?" Bev asked. Veronica eyed the Tozier boy. Bill had managed to get enough planks off the door to squeeze in.
"He didn't stutter once," Richie explained in awe before following Bill into the house.
"Wait!" Stan shouted. Ann anxious expression crossed his face. The two boys froze from halfway in the door and turned to face the others. "Um shouldn't we have some people keep watch.. You know just incase something bad happens?"
Bill stared at them all blankly.
"W-who wants to stay out here?" He asked. Sheepishly Veronica raised her hand. It wasn't that she didn't want to help Bill. It's the fact that she couldn't. For the strong front she usually had on, she was actually terrified. The rest of the group also raised their hands. Bev kept hers down, looking at the others in disbelief.
"Hey," Veronica spoke up. Nobody was budging, and it was becoming awkward. "What if we pull straws or sticks? Sticks probably, there's more of those," Veronica said motioning to the sticks lying in the dead grass.
Richie shrugged. The idea wasn't bad.
The group began picking up sticks until they had enough for each person. Bill broke one of the sticks in half making two, and shorter than the rest. Closing their eyes the losers quickly picked one.
"Fuck," Richie cursed as he showed the group his stick. It was short. Veronica looked at the stick in her own hands. It was long. She couldn't help as a sigh of relief passed her lips.
"Me too, Rich," Eddie said quietly from next to Veronica. The girl bit the inside of her cheek. Of course Eddie got chosen. That was the second worst case scenario.
"Well guys lets g-go," Bill said impatiently. He had already made another move towards the door.
"Alright chill Big Bill," Richie huffed. He rolled his eyes but followed Bill. Eddie looked to Veronica nervously. She gave him her best reassuring smile, but it faltered slightly.
"Eddie, be careful." Veronica whispered into his ear. He bit his lip, giving her hand a small squeeze.
"Eddie come on!" Richie called from inside the house.
"Always," he told the girl. With one last glance Eddie wandered into the unknown.
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"What's taking them so long?" Bev asked rhetorically. She groaned as she paced around the front lawn. Her red hair flapped whenever a breeze came through.
Ben sat in a grass patch. With a stick in his hand he drew figures into the dirt path before wiping them away with his foot. Mike leaned against the gate, his head tilted back as he tried to think.
"Bev stop pacing your making me dizzy!" Veronica cried. She was sitting on the bottom step of the porch, her head in her knees. Everyone was uncomfortable, and none of them spoke. Stan stood. It was clear by the tears brimming in his eyes that he was trying his hardest not to cry. He kept checking his watch every minute.
"Stan, it's okay they're going to be fine," Mike did his best to assure the boy.
"How can you say that they're in that evil house doing who knows what!" He snipped. Veronica blew a raspberry. She looked at Stan. She was trying to remain calm but just looking at him made her pulse spike with nerves. He radiated a nervous energy.
"You all need to calm down. If they saw us like this they'd think we're a bunch of babies whining, when they're taking risks and we're not." The Hodges girl pointed out.
"True," was all Ben said. He was trying to put on his best brave face for Beverly, even though inside he was dying. She was way braver than him.
The group was drove into silence once more. Each of their own frantic thoughts occupying their time.
Before long panicked screams for help ripped through the air. The losers jolted, all standing.
Veronica felt her face pale. Her hands grew clammy and her heart leapt into her throat. She could feel her pulse raise at the voice. She knew it, and she would know it anywhere. The voice was Eddie's.
A/n Ugh this is a filler and is short, im sorry.
present a/n: so yeah i forgot i was rewriting this book! but i finally got around to rewriting this chapter. and trust me, if this chapter seems short and terrible, it is way better then it was before!
anyways thank you to everyone who actually enjoys this story! it's always a walk down memory lane whenever i go back through it.
