Henry Bowers

You're a sweet little girl. You're seven years old and going to school for the first time. On your first day, your brother, Bill Denbrough, with whom you now attended the same school, led you to school by the hand. You held his hand and chatted a lot. Your voice was soft and a little quiet, despite the energy of your words. When you entered the school, your brother was distracted for a second by his friends Richie and Eddie, and you looked around, seeing that there were a lot of kids in this school. Suddenly, the Bowers gang approached you, or rather, not you, but Bill, Eddie, and Richie, but they stopped when they saw you standing not far from Bill. Henry narrowed his eyes slightly and, squatting in front of you so that your eyes were level, he said mockingly.

• Hey, little one, do you want a lollipop? There was clearly some subtext to this, but before you could answer, Bill, your brother stepped in front of you and Henry rose to his feet, a grim expression on his face. You held your brother's hand and occasionally peeked over his shoulder. Bill's voice was stuttering as usual, but firm.
• Oh...get...move away Bowers..