That many people probably didn’t even know Eddie existed, he thought while short of breath. They had something like four-hundred likes, which was an insane amount for the small school, and it made Eddie’s heart hammer in his chest knowing that many people could possibly see that post. Eddie wondered, while reading a post about his own English teacher (“ the most entertaining moment of the day is when mrs forder puts on a movie and the whole class groans bc they just know it’s going to be either billy elliot or avatar” ), if he knew whoever it was personally, if they were even in his grade. The page was full of other posts, all of which focused on the school and the teachers, none of which on particular students. He couldn’t wrack his mind for who it could be, unless it were his friends playing a joke on him but he really thought they wouldn’t do that so it just had to be someone else. Was he meant to joke back? Or was he meant to get mad? Was it okay to not say anything at all? He was probably expected to comment on it in response, but he didn’t know how to. The thought of his picture being posted on that page made him want to deactivate his own account. Perhaps not, though, if his look was memeable. Personally, Eddie didn’t think he looked half bad in his soft grey sweater and red shorts. Was the caption calling him old? Was it meant to be a compliment? Was it just a joke? Eddie couldn’t decide, idly thinking as his eyes wandered to the name of the Facebook page Derry High Memes. He realised it must’ve been taken between first and second period, as that was the only time he wasn’t with either Stan or Bill, having had Italian, which neither boy took. Instantly, he recognised it as a photo taken yesterday, Monday, due to the dark grey socks he was wearing, which were his Monday socks. What he found was not what he was expecting though, like, at all.Īnd here we have Eddie Kaspbrak, the official 8th wonder of the ancient world.Īttached, was a photo of Eddie standing at his locker, alone. Eddie finally pressed the one of the notifications, simultaneously dying to know what it was and just dying, period. The rest were all different people people he hardly knew responding and liking Bill and Stan’s comments. He could feel his heart rising in his throat before he even checked either, his mind already assuming the absolute worst.īill Denbrough mentioned you in a comment It wasn’t an insane amount to the average Facebook user, but for him it was. Not only was he sitting on twenty notifications, but he also had twelve friend requests. All up, he had about fifty-three Facebook friends, half of which including distantly related family and the other half being whatever random classmates had shot him a friend request. He had a grand total of two friends and a couple of acquaintances and not much else. That was why when he woke up on a Tuesday morning with more than two Facebook notifications he knew something was up.Įddie was definitely, no two ways about it, a bit of a loser. And there was also that time… well, actually, there wasn’t much else at all. Sure, there had been that one time where the rug had been tugged from beneath his feet as the pharmacist’s daughter exposed his medication as fraudulent, something that had made his whole life seem like a lie. Things in Derry had always been extraordinarily unextraordinary for the first sixteen years of Eddie Kaspbrak’s life.
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