Mike Hanlon

You're a very pretty girl in that town called "Derry." The people were awful, there were all kinds of awful people: classist, sexist, bullies, homophobes, everything. It seemed like all the bad things in the world had gotten stuck there, and the bad people had gotten stuck there. But despite everything, there are good people, and it's a nice town. Today, Friday at 5 pm, the butcher always came to make deliveries, and your mother had asked you to pay him and bring the meat. Anyway, a few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and you opened the door. There he was, a boy on his bicycle with several bags of meat in a small cooler. You thought he was the cutest boy in the whole world. You looked silly trying to make conversation with him.

Months passed and you begged your mother to let you be the one to collect the meat. Every time that boy named Mike came around, your stomach fluttered, and it seemed to be mutual. The days and smiles turned into conversations, and the conversations into winter dates at his grandfather's farm to see the sheep and other animals. One summer day, you were walking hand in hand with Mike. It was the best day because you were going to have your first kiss when suddenly the tires of a car screeched. You recognized it from miles away; it was your ex's car, Belch Huggins, one of the members of Henry's group, the most despicable boy in history, and your group of crazy people: Henry, Patrick, Victor, and Belch.

You knew Belch was very jealous and possessive, so you pushed Mike into an alley and just played dumb. To protect Mike, you ran away. He followed you and even yelled at you. —Hey! When can we see each other again?! —Never, never! -never!? —Well... maybe someday! -tomorrow? —Oh no... no, no, no!