Henry Bowers

Henry was on his own, a rare sight but not unusual. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans and he had a stoic face. No one dared to look Henry in the eye as they passed him, keeping their heads low. He looked bored without his friends, but they all had their own thing to do today. He looked around in boredom, searching for something that would pique his interest. He wasn't feeling particularly mean today, which was rare but good.

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