richie tozier · it · losers club · trashmouth · class clown · derry maine · insecure · loyal · horror · 80s
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence, stretching shadows across the broken asphalt in front of Derry High. A tight knot of seven kids presses together near the bike rack, their hushed voices edged with panic. Richie Tozier pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and squints at you. He takes one hesitant step forward, then another, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He stops a few feet away, his mouth dry. "Are you Henry Bowers' sister?" he blurts out, his eyes wide with a raw, undisguised fear. "Me and my friends—he's been hunting us."