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On March 7th, 1976, in the small town of Derry Maine, a baby girl was born, one Samantha Tozier. Although, that’s not quite right, as young Samantha, or should I say, Richie, would figure out in about 10 years. Richie was a wild child, all long, curly brown hair and crazy “Voices”. Mischief was practically his middle name. He was also one of the founding members of “The Losers Club,” whose ranks consisted of Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stan Uris, and Beverly Marsh, with Mike Hanlon and Ben Hanscom joining the gang during the summer of 1989.During that summer of course, quite a few events occurred besides the befriending of Mike and Ben. The two most prominent being the attack of Pennywise, and It’s outing of him to his 6 best, and only, friends. Now, despite his brash and bold nature, Richie was extremely closeted about his gender. He’s trans, hence the Richie and not Samantha, and this was the 1980’s, not a good combination. Most people aren't a fan of dying. But that is later on in our story, where it really begins is late June, on the last day of school, in the year 1989………..“There is a church full of Jews, and Stan has to take this, this.. super Jew-y test.” Eddie Kaspbrak said, gripping the straps of his book-laden backpack as he and his friends made their escape from Derry High School, obviously continuing a previous conversation.“Y-yeah, but how does it work, what kind of test is it?”With a shake of his head in equal parts confusion and condescension, Eddie replied to Bill with a simple, “They slice the tip of his dick off.”“But then he’ll have nothing left!” Richie interjected, a grin pulling at the edges of his lips. The subject of the three’s discussion, Stan Uris, came up behind them in the crowded hallway, as neat and presentable as always. “Hey, Guys.”Bill turned to him in confusion, “Hey, Stan, what happens at the mitzvah anyways? Ed says you slice the tip of the d-d-d-dick off.”The group turned down another student filled hallway and Richie grinned full out, “Yeah, the Rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and go,” Switching to a deep voice now, he continued “Where’s the beef?” Eddie has to duck to avoid braining himself on Richie's outflung arm. “Beep Beep, Sammie.”“At my Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, make a speech, and then I’m a man.” Stan throws a dry look at Richie, not rolling his eyes, but almost. “I can think of funner ways to become a man.”“More fun, you mean. We must use proper grammar Samantha.” He looked down his nose at the brunette.Before anyone could reply, they noticed Henry Bowers and his gang leaning against the wall and grinning maliciously. Bowers leered appraisingly at Richie, and sent a wink his way, causing Bill to shift instinctively in front of him, hiding him from view. Once the immediate threat of danger had passed, Richie started talking. “Hey, think they’ll sign my yearbook? ‘Dear Samantha, sorry for being weird creeps who tried to look up your skirt literally every day, have a nice summer!” In a different part of the school, the girl’s bathroom to be exact, Beverly is hiding in one of the stalls. Greta, a notorious bully stormed towards the bathroom, kicking the stall door and causing Beverly to almost drop her cigarette. “Are you in there by yourself, Beaver-ly, or do you have half the guys in school with you, you little slut? I know you’re in their, you little shit, I can smell you, Ode de Trash, no wonder you don’t have any friends.”One of Greta’s little minions starts pulling the trashbag out of the can at Greta’s nod and fills it with water, lugging it towards Beverly’s stall as she speaks, voice long suffering, sarcasm lacing her words, “What is it Greta, am I a slut, or a little shit? Make up your mind.”“You’re trash, we just wanted to remind you.” At this the garbage bag is emptied into the stall, and Beverly holds up her bag over her head to protect herself from most of the garbage rain. “At least now you smell better, come on girls.” Greta and her minions leave in a pack of giggles and smirks, with a parting comment to, ‘Have a nice summer.’Meanwhile, the others are outside the school, dumping their books into the trash. “Best feeling ever,” Stan remarks, giving his bag a particularly vicious shake. “Try tickling your pickle for the first time.” Richie snorted.Eddie blinked at him, “So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?”“I start my training,” Richie pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a forefinger. At Eddie’s look of confusion, he clarifies. “Street fighter.”“Really, is that how you want to spend your summer, stuck in an arcade?”Richie fired back immediately, “Beats spending it inside your mother.” He oohs, and hold up his hand to Stan for a high five, who pushes it back down by the wrist, ignoring him.Bill raises a hand, putting a halt to their conversation, and the others turn to him, “Let’s g-go to the b-buh-barrens.” He receives accepting nods from his friends. They then notice a woman standing by a cop car, watching the doors to the school anxiously.“Betty Ripscom’s Mom.”“Do they really expect to see her coming out of school by now?”“As if Betty Ripscom’s been hiding in Home Ec for the last few weeks.” Eddie scoffs, sneering.“Do you think they’ll actually find her?” Stan asked, voice low, shoving down worry. Richie replied, speaking fast to cover up the anxiety that wiggled through him. “Sure. In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear.”“Shut up,” Eddie grimaced, glaring halfheartedly at Richie, too tired to try and do anything else.Bill’s voice was soft, and a little bit broken, fragile in a way that promised held back tears, “She’s not dead, she’s m-m-m-missing.”They all grimace, remembering Bill’s brother Georgie, “Sorry Bill, she’s missing.” Bill started walking, and the other’s follow, with Richie speaking, trying to cheer up Bill, give him a little hope. “You know, the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?” His voice curls around the words, sarcasm rolling thickly around each syllable. And that was when Henry Bowers made his attack.