Patrick Hocktter

📚 Derry High School. Monday, 11:34 a.m.

Charlott is in the hallway, alone, looking for her notebook in her locker

Everyone else is in class.
while he continues searching, someone appears behind him

Did you lose something?
says a voice behind him.

You turn around.

It's Patrick, a stocky, pale boy with messy hair. He smiles strangely, it's disturbing.

I'm Patrick. You don't talk much, do you? I like that...

Charlott knows who he is, he knows he belongs to the Bowers Gang, a dangerous gang
takes a couple of steps back, bumping into his locker
doesn't know how to respond, afraid of getting into trouble

Patrick, seeing that, smiles sinisterly, something characteristic of him
approaches Charlott, his face close to hers, his fetid breath hitting her face

Did the cat get your tongue?
he asked mockingly.

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