You and all of the Losers are Freshmen

Also it's only bev, richie, eds, stan the man, and bill

"Summers here and I won't ever have to see this shit hole again!" I say running through the halls, giving all the teachers that gave me shit this school year the bird. "Ms. YLN, my office now," the principal stops me right as I'm about to escape. "Alright," I mumble in defeat and slowly trudge to his office and right about when he's about to follow me in a kid throws garbage at him and books it so the principal is trying to get garbage off his face as well as chase the kid. Now it's my turn to book it. I see a group of kids and head straight for them. When I join them I wrap my arms around a weird short one with a fanny pack and another one with an odd bowl cut and huge ass granny glasses. "Yeah yeah that was such a fun time," I say as the principal rushes past us, after that kid. "Uhm... who are you," the cool looking ginger girl asks me. "I'm YN, and I'm trying to get away from the principal," I say as I rush them off of the premises. "And why would you be doing that, we are aiding a criminal guys," A curly haired boy says to me and his group of friends. "Flipped off all the teachers that gave me shit this year," I say and granny glasses goes wild. "That was you! Oh shit! I remember seeing you down the hall! But wait... you have all the freshman classes," he says and I nod. "I am a freshman," I say as we continue on our path, my arms no longer staying around the boys. "So you just flipped off every single teacher your gonna see in September," he says and I nod. "It's good to start the year off with some bad blood and vengeance," I shrug and continue walking. "Names YN, YN YLN," I say and granny glasses snorts. "Your name is YN YN YLN? Weird ass name," and I push him. "It's just YN YLN Richie," curly says. "Thank you curly," I say in response and his eyebrow arches. "Did you just call me curly," he asks and I nod. "Yes, I don't know you guys so, your granny glasses, your curly, your beautiful ass ginger, your smoll, and your... hmmmmm... bangs," I say and they all laugh for different reasons. "Well t-t-these-aren't b-b-ban-g-g-s," bangs stutters and I shrug. "Alright what is your real name then," I say in defense. "B-b-b-billy," he says and I nod. "Beverly, but you could cal me Bev," "Richie but you could call me yours" he winks at me and I push him again. "God dammit," he says and we all chuckle. "Stanley but you could call me Stan," "Bill," "And I'm Eddie, your pretty," he spits out and everyone stares at him. "Your pretty-shit- I mean your pretty brave," he says in panic and I smile. "Thank you for both compliments," I say and smile at him the redness spreading across his cheeks. "Anyways this is my stop," I say and point to my small house. "Bye YN!" they all yell after me as I enter. "Bye guys!" I yell back.