of being an astronaut in spite of his increasing problems with math （Jonesy had helped him； and then Henry had helped him and then； in tenth grade； he'd been beyond help）； and he remembered the other boys as well； mostly the Beav； who had turned the world upside down with a high yell in his just…beginning…to…change voice： Hey you guys； quit it！ Just fucking QUIT it！
'Beaver；' Pete said； and toasted the dark afternoon as he sat with his back propped against the overturned Scout's hood。 'You were beautiful； man。' But hadn't they all been？
Hadn't they all been beautiful？
4
Because he is in the eighth grade and his last class of the day is music； on the ground floor； Pete is always out before his three best friends； who always finish the day on the second floor； Jonesy and Henry in American Fiction； which is a reading class for smart kids； and Beaver next door in Math for Living； which is actually Math for Stupid Boys and Girls。 Pete is fighting hard not to have to take that one next year； but he thinks it's a fight he will ultimately lose。 He can add； subtract； multiply； and divide； he can do fractions； too； although it takes him too much time。 But now there is something new； now there is the x。 Pete does not understand the x； and fears it。
He stands outside the gate by the chainlink fence as the rest of the eighth…graders and the babyass seventh…graders stream by； stands there kicking his boots and pretending to smoke； one hand cupped to his mouth and the other concealed beneath it … the concealed hand the one with the hypothetical hidden butt。
And now here e the ninth…graders from the second floor； and walking among them like royalty … like uncrowned kings； almost； although Pete would never say such a corny thing out loud … are his friends； Jonesy and Beaver and Henry。 And if there is a king of kings it is Henry； whom all the girls love even if he does wear glasses。 Pete is lucky to have such friends； and he knows it … is probably the luckiest eighth…grader in Derry； x or no x。 The fact that having friends in the ninth grade keeps him from getting beaten up by any of the eighth…grade badasses is the very least of it。
'Hey； Pete！' Henry says as the three of them e sauntering out through the gate。 As always； Henry seems surprised to see him there； but absolutely delighted。 'What you up to； my man？'
'Nothin much；' Pete replies as always。 'What's up with you？'
'SSDD；' Henry says； whipping off his glasses and giving them a polish。 If they had been a club； SSDD likely would have been their motto； eventually they will even teach Duddits to say it … it came out Say shih； iffa deh in Duddits…ese； and is one of the few things Duddits says that his parents can't understand。 This of course will delight Pete and his friends。
Now； however； with Duddits still half an hour in their future； Pete just echoes Henry： 'Yeah； man； SSDD。'
Same shit； different day。 Except in their hearts； the boys only believe the first half； because in their hearts they believe it's the same day； day after day。 It's Derry； it's 1978； and it win always be 1978。 They say there will be a future； that they will live to see the twenty…first century … Henry will be a lawyer； Jonesy win be a writer； Beaver will be a long…haul truck…driver； Pete will be an astronaut with a NASA patch on his shoulder … but this is just what they say； as they chant the Apostle's Creed in church with no real idea of what's ing out of their mouths； what they're really interested in is Maureen Chessman's skirt； which was short to begin with and has ridden a pretty good way up her thighs as she shifted around。 They believe in their hearts that one day Maureen's skirt will ride up high enough for them to see the color of her panties； and they similarly believe that Derry is forever and so are they。 It will always be junior high school and quarter of three； they will always be walking up Kansas Street together to play basketball in Jonesy's driveway （Pete also has a hoop in his driveway but they like Jonesy's better because his father has posted it low enough so you can dunk）； talking about the same old things： classes and teachers and which kid got into a fuckin pisser with which kid； or which kid is going to get into a fuckin pisser with which kid； whether or not so…and…so could take so…and…so if they got into a fuckin pisser （except they never will because so…and…so and so…and…so are tight）； who did something gross lately （their favorite so far this year has to do with a seventh…grader named Norm Parmeleau； now known as Macaroni Parmeleau； a nickname that will pursue him for years； even into the new century of which these boys speak but do not in their hearts actually believe； to win a fifty…cent bet； Norm Parmeleau had one day in the cafeteria firmly plugged both nostrils with macaroni and cheese； then hawked it back like snot and swallowed it； Macaroni Parmeleau who； like so many junior…high…school kids； has mistaken notoriety for celebrity）； who is going out with whom （if a girl and a guy are observed going home together after school； they are presumed to be probably going out； if they are observed ban in onto hands or suckin face it is a certainty）； who is going to win the Super Bowl （fuckin Patriots； fuckin Boston Patriots； only they never do； having to root for the Patriots is a fuckin pisser）。 All these topics are the same and yet endlessly fascinating as they walk from the same school （I believe in God the father almighty） on the same street （maker of heaven and earth） under the same white everlasting October sky （world without end） with the same friends （amen）。 Same shit； same day； that is the truth in their hearts； and they're down with K。C。 and the Sunshine Band on this one； even though they will all tell you RIR…DS （rock is rolling； disco sucks）： that's the way they like it。 Change will e upon them sudden and unannounced； as it always does with children of this age； if change needed permission from Junior…high…school students； it would cease to exist。
Today they also have hunting to talk about； because next month Mr Clarendon is for the first time going to take them up to Hole in the Wall。 They'll be gone for three days； two of them schooldays （there is no problem getting permission for this trip from the school； and absolutely no need to lie about the trip's purpose； southern Maine may have gotten citified； but up here in God's country； hunting is still considered part of a young person's education； especially if the young person is a boy）。 The idea of creeping through the woods with loaded rifles while their friends are back at dear old DJHS； just droning away； strikes them as incredibly； delightfully boss； and they walk past The Retard Academy on the other side of the street without even seeing it。 The retards get out at the same time as the kids at Derry junior High； but most of them go home with their mothers on the special retard bus； which is blue instead of yellow and is reputed to have a bumper sticker on it that says SUPPORT MENTAL HEALTH OR I'LL KILL YOU。 As Henry； Beaver； Jonesy； and Pete walk past Mary M。 Snowe on the other side； a few high…functioning retards who are allowed to go home by themselves are still walking along； goggling around themselves with those weird expressions of perpetual wonder。 Pete and his friends see them without seeing them； as always。 They are just part of the world's wallpaper。
Henry； Jonesy； and Pete are listening closely to the Beav； who's telling them that when they get to Hole in the Wall they have to get down in The Gulch； because that's where the big ones always go； there's bushes down there that they like。 'Me and my Dad have seen about a billion deer in there；' he says。 The zippers on his old motorcycle jacket jingle agreeably。
They argue about who's going to get the biggest deer and where is the best place to shoot one so you can bring it down with one shot and it won't suffer。 （'Except my father says that animals don't suffer the way people do when they get hurt；' Jonesy tells them。 'He says God made them different that way so it would be okay for us to hunt them。'） They laugh and squabble and argue over who is the most likely to blow lunch when it es time to gut their kills； and The Retard Academy falls farther and farther behind。 Ahead of them； on their side of the street； looms the square red brick building where Tracker Brothers used to do business。
'If anyone hurls； it won't be me；' Beaver boasts。 'I seen deerguts a thousand times and they don't bother me at all。 I remember once…'
'Hey you guys；' Jonesy breaks in； suddenly excited。 'You want to see Tina Jean Schlossinger's pussy？'
'Who's Tina Jean Sloppinger？' Pete asks； but he is already intrigued。 Seeing any pussy seems like a great idea to him； he is always looking at his Dad's Penthouse and Playboy magazines； which his Dad keeps out in his workshop； behind the big Craftsman toolbox。 Pussy is very interesting。 It doesn't give him a boner and make him feel sexy the way bare tits do； but he guesses that's because he's still a kid。
And pussy is interesting。
'Schlossinger；' Jonesy says； laughing。 'Schlossinger； Petesky。 The Schlossingers live two blocks over from me； and…' He stops suddenly； struck by