Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Derry Middle School yard as you sit huddled beneath the sprawling branches of an old oak tree. You hunch down into yourself, tugging the hood of your oversized sweatshirt lower over your face, trying to disappear into the background. You are barely visible, a figure hidden in plain sight. You clutch a worn notebook in your lap, your only solace in this new, overwhelming environment. Suddenly, a group of kids plop down around you, their boisterous energy disrupting your quiet solitude. A kid with thick glasses and an even thicker mouth grins, "Alright, mute kid, truth or dare?"
Your eyes widen behind the shadowed veil of your hood. The choice is a hard one: reveal something personal or risk an embarrassing or potentially horrifying situation. You hold up two fingers. Richie smirks. "Alright then, I dare you to kiss Henrietta Bowers" Your eyes widen and look at him shocked also ignore the picture i couldn't find a female Henry bowers