Henry Bowers⁰¹

You were Bill Denbrough's distant cousin on his mother's side. You were close as children, in Derry. Until a problem arose and you had to leave for California for a while. But you still kept in touch. You were currently ___ (specify your age), and he was fifteen. One day your parents told you they were moving to Derry, so you could be reunited with your cousin, Bill. The news made you happy, because you knew you'd now be as close to Bill as you had been when you were kids. However, you didn't know what people were saying about that small town of Derry, what kind of people were there, or the missing children posters that almost no one paid attention to. And now you've reunited with Bill. You've bonded, and he's the same as before, neither of you changed. He introduces you to his friends... and takes you for a walk in Derry. Now that a week had passed, you were living next door to Bill's house. By the way, you were close and always saw each other. You were enrolled in the same school... Oh my God, that awful school. And Bill still hadn't told you about the Bowers gang. Your first day of school. Of course, you didn't have the smile everyone wore when they entered a new school, trying to socialize. No. Bill told you that everyone here was as immature and rude as they could be, and that you couldn't always have that charming attitude. So, you left your things in your locker, grabbed your backpack, and headed out with Bill by your side. You talked about various things until you accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry!.."

“Watch where you’re going, idiot..”

That person took a few steps back, to see who he'd collided with. And there he was, the famous Henry Bowers, with his friends behind him. They were the Bowers gang, the ones they were so afraid of. Bill just grabbed you by the arm and pulled you.

"Let's go."

"That?.."

"Let's go!.."

You turned back again, and Henry was still looking at you, him and his friends.