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He sold pills, no-one was surprised. He felt guilty for living on his uncle's back for so long,and when he didn't graduate for the third time and threatening the fourth he felt even more horrible. He sold a bunch of weed to people which he didn't expect to even reach out , like Chrissy...Chrissy Chuningam, the ethereal cheerleader that was dating Jone...josh? Whatever his name was,he didn't remember nor care.. She was perfect, beautiful,smart... kind. She was everything he wished for into a girl but he'd rather eat rocks than blow his chance by reaching out first and making a total fool of himself...after all, he was Eddie the freak Munson.. the town's Satanist and leader of a cult. He chuckled at the thought. Him? A Satanist? That was a good one. But that never got to him,he even embraced the image of the son of Lucifer and made sure everyone knew it. He did get his ass beat for it but at least people were somewhat afraid of him,he liked that... He liked when they feared him and shifted their desks and chairs away from him,gave him a sense of power over seemingly a life he regretted living. His friend groups changed over the years since they all graduated before himself could even get close to that 'useless shit of paper,sorry sheet' as he'd call it. His friends were concerned but what could they do other than throw some advice and hope for the best... the dude was 22 and they were... They couldn't change anything.
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He tried,he truly tried this time and it took two weeks of smoking every joint and not leave the bed to accept that he failed...again.
Then,once the two weeks of death trial were done,he stood up,cleaned his room,took a shower and stocked up on his stash to do it all over again.
New faces,new people,new D&D campaigns.
Same teachers, same seats, same clothes,same house,same town,same graveyard,same Picknick table,same books,same bag,same room,same sight when looking in the mirror he didn't feel like he had the right to punch since he didn't pay for it.
'This years,is my year,baby!!'
And he was determined to graduate..and if not?..
If not, he'll end it. ....
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Well,this wasn't his year...
Whate the fuck was this year!? At least he survived?..
But was that even a good thing?
People hated him the same but at least after a few months they let the Chrissy death fade away just like the people in Derry Maine let the deaths and rumors fly and fade over time,not intervine just fueling the fire and watching it all burn down.
To his credit,he managed to get even closer to graduating and that determined him to try again...one last time, for his uncle,for his **mom**..
The bullying laid down once the Bullys were discovered to have done things like drugs and all the beating and intimidating got to the surface.
He started visiting the library more and more, until he knew the library front and back and the staff knew him..what staff,just the nice old lady at the desk and the guardian who protected the ancient decaying books nobody seemed to come to read.
One day when he came for his usual visit after hellfire the Library was closed.
He tried to ask the guardian who told him off...
'This wasn't Mr.William... A new guard? And a rude one at that sheesh.'
The next day and the next and the next week he came by to find the library closed and the guard got sick and tired of this satan spawn coming by constantly like he made it his mission to annoy Will.
"The old lady is dead,son. Been dead for quite some time. The Library is closed till they find a new librarian, I can't deal with people making out behind the shelves or trying to steal some CDs,k?" The guard told him and left.
Eddie's eyes widened and he left,not wanting to let any of this hell borns of people in this shit hole of a town see him crying and destroy his image.
He went on about his days, dealing, studying,hellfire... He barely got any sleep, determined to keep to his promise..'one last time, one last try, please..' he would pray.
The library eventually opened and he went back to see a new librarian. Probably a student doing this for extra credit,a job he would have taken if he wasn't already buried neck deep into school work and being the DM of 'the best campaign I've ever came up with,dude!!'
He's never seen them before? He couldn't tell nor he wanted to ask, but they were pretty,he cought himself thinking while staring into the distance as his features softened just for a fraction of a second before he snaps out of it.
'nope, that's it. They're just pretty that's all.'