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[ It's Stan's Bar Mitzvah and he'd studied well for it or at least he'd done his best. But everything that had happened before it is weighing on his mind. There were his experiences with It that he still doesn't want to believe are real but what had happened in the Niebolt house is much harder to explain away as being all in their head. Eddie had broken his arm and their friendships had splintered.

Stan's not sure he made the right decision, that's where some of his frustration and anger come from. He looks out at those gathered, seeing Richie, the only friend that came -- not that he could blame anyone else for not showing up. He'd been a vocal proponent for the decision that had sent them on their separate ways for the rest of the summer. But they'd all known that they were alone in it that none of their parents would listen to what really happened -- Sonia's reaction to Eddie's injury had been enough to sour any attempt otherwise.

So while he'd started off the ceremony properly something had snapped in him. Holding the mic with both hands: ]

Indifference is a part of growing up.

[ He ignores the low murmur from his father. ]

Becoming an adult isn't about being able to vote, or being able to drink or drive.

[ He side steps when his father tries to get the mic. He continues to hold the mic, stepping away from his father, down the steps as far as the cord will go. ]

Becoming an adult, according to the holy scripture, Derry, is learning not to give a shit.

[ He looks up at his father as he says the rebellious words that are probably embarrassing his father even more than Stan will feel later and let the mic drop. He only vaguely registers the sound of Richie clapping as he storms off. ]