Richie's first day at Derry high had gone well for the most part, except for that one kid that he had run into, but he still had one class left to go. Richie had been interviewed for the school newspaper a few days before, and the head of the directory loved his photography skills. She immediately put him on the team and he was able to take that as a class instead of advisory.

"Do you need help getting to the room, Rich?" Mike asked. Richie looked down at his schedule. He hadn't had much trouble finding his classes on his own, so he just shrugged. "I'm good, Hanlon. Thanks, though" Mike just nodded seeming unsure, but he left anyway. Richie looked down at his schedule again, this time looking for the room number next to the course name.

Room 200

Richie roamed the halls trying to find numbers close to 200 but it seemed to stop at 199. He walked all the way to the front office, asked the desk lady where the class was, and she just laughed "Honey, it's one of the portables on the side of the school, but class started 15 minutes ago, I'm gonna have to write you a tardy slip."

"Yeah, whatever just hurry please," Richie said with an annoyed tone.

The first day of school and he was already late.

Great...

fucking perfect.

The lady wrote the note and Richie quickly rushed off to class. He sped down the hall and exited the side doors, running up to the portable that had "200" painted on the side of it. He knocked on the door and a small kid opened it, making Richie's worn-out face turn to one of annoyance.

It was the kid he'd run into before.

"Can I help you?" he said, obviously remembering Richie from that morning.

"This is my class," Richie said just as a lady appeared behind the small boy. She had a smile on her face and Richie recognized her as Ms. Carbajal, the head of directory for the school's paper.

"Oh, Richard come in, come in," she said, the boy stepping aside for Richi to enter. He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at the situation but walked back to his seat in the corner of the room. Ms. Carbajal quickly ushered for him to follow her to her desk. 

The classroom was kind of small, with only about twelve kids. There were five computers, all sat on a long desk against the wall, with kids working at each of them. Richie was focused on the boy, however. He seemed to be taking notes, scribbling away at the paper with great speed.

"So I assume you brought your camera," Ms. Carbajal said after she checked through a file lying on her desk. "Yes ma'am," he said, taking off his backpack and setting it on the nearest desk, reach into it and pulling out his case. He wrapped it around his neck by the strap and put his bag back on.

"Since it's the holiday season, Principal Bowman wants us to make a special Christmas issue of the paper. He wants it to showcase the true meaning of Christmas here at Derry High," she explained. "And that's where you come in. You will be allowed to roam the school during 9th period to get candid shots of the students and faculty."

"Won't it be weird for me to go around taking picture of a bunch of people I don't know?" Richie asked. He didn't know anyone. What if they thought he was some creep or something.

"Don't worry, everyone here is too preoccupied by their own lives, no one will care." She assured him. "As for right now, you can sit at your desk and read a book since it's already almost time to go."

Richie sat at the only available desk, which of course had to be next to Stompy Mcstompy Pants. He gave Richie a side-eye as soon as he sat down, making Richie turn his whole body towards the smaller boy.

"Why do you have such a big problem with me? I apologized for running into you, what else do you want?" Richie said, frustrated.

"You to leave me alone." he deadpanned.

Richie sighed, not wanting to argue with the kid.

He really didn't give a fuck either way.

The next fifteen minutes went by pretty quickly, and before he knew it, Richie was driving Stan and Bev home. Bev and Richie had been jamming out to Aerosmith when Stan turned off the radio.

"What the fuck, dude?!" Richie exclaimed and Bev made a face in the backseat.

"How were your guy's first days?"

"Well, it was kinda boring." Bev mumbled "But there was this one girl, Greta, I think, she seems to have a problem with me but I don't know why"

"That girl has a problem with everyone, except for her boyfriend, Henry. He's a senior and the biggest asshole in school. Be careful around them, Bev" Stan said, sounding a little concerned. "How about you, Rich?"

"Mine was good, I met your friend Mike. He's a cool dude. And then there's this dude that pretty much hates me already. He ran into me this morning and I tried to apologize but he got his panties all in a bunch and stormed off." Richie rambled as they pulled into the driveway.

"He sounds like an ass" Stan and Bev both said at the same, jinxing each other as the three walked into the house.

A pretty one though
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Sorry, it was boring it was just a filler chap but things are gonna get good soon I promise.

Speaking of promises my friends wanted me to put all the different things people call me cause they can say my name.

Jowels
Joles
Yoles
Yules
Juul
Holess
Jow-uul-eese
Schnitzel Fritzel
Joless
Jowls

That's all the ones I can think of

Ok, goodnight ma peeps.