A Very Thankful Thanksgiving

It was that time of year again in Derry. Red, yellow, and orange leaves descended from the trees down to the other leaf piles in the Autumn Wood park. The breeze was gentle, but a bit colder than last fall. In Derry High School, the school bell ranged for the last time for Thanksgiving break. The doors opened and students ran out of their classrooms towards the end of the hallway and out the front door; all except for Bill Denbrough. He walked down the hallway; carrying his bachpack and pondered about this year's Thanksgiving dinner. His friends were coming, including their relatives, but it wasn't the same without Bill's grandmother, Audra. Ever since she died, it had been hard for the Denbrough family; especially for Georgie and their father, but Bill knew that this Thanksgiving dinner was going to be different. He exited the school, got on his bike and rode all the way home. When he got there, Bill noticed that Georgie's bike wasn't leaning on the tree first as usual. He went into the house and heard his mother washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Mom, i'm home!" Bill shouted.

"Oh Bill, thank goodness you're here. Can you put these dishes in the cabinet please?" Bill's mother asked.

"S-S-Sure mom." Bill said.

He went into the kitchen and started grabbing the clean dishes from the counter and putting them in the cabinet. As Bill kept going, his mother signed in frustration.

"This Thanksgiving dinner is going to be different, you know." she said.

"I know wh-wh-what you mean. Grandma used to make t-t-the b-b-best pumpkin pies ever. I...I'm gonna miss her." Bill said sadly.

Bill's mother walked over, gave him a gentle kiss on the head and a tight hug.

"I know honey, I know, but grandma would want us to celebrate this holiday together as a family. Besides, this is a perfect way to honor her memory, by being with the ones we care about the most." Bill's mother said calmly.

She let go of Bill; smiling at him as she returned to what she was doing. Bill smiled at the thought of what his mom said.

"Mom's right. Grandma would want us to spend time together as a family." he thought.

Bill could only hope however, was that his father and Georgie would manage to enjoy their Thanksgiving feast with their friends and family instead of falling into a grieving spiral.

Meanwhile

Georgie rode on his bike down the sidewalk and back to his house. However, he stopped at the side entrance of the park and parked his bike on a tree. Georgie ran into the woods as fast as he could, but stopped at the two trees with a long wire tied on the bottom. He stepped over it and walked the rest of the way to the old house in the woods. When he arrived, he saw a white teenage girl with dark brown hair, wearing black sweat pants, shirt, jacket, and had unusual red eyes that usually changed to dark brown when in public. She was sitting on a old picnic table; drawing in her journal.

"Hey Ale!" Georgie shouted

She turned her head and saw Georgie smiling at her and approached her from the bush. He sat next to Ale on the picnic table.

"Georgie, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to know if you would come over to our Thanksgiving dinner... if demons celebrate something like this?" he asked.

Ever since Ale revealed herself as a demon, Georgie has been respectful and tries his best to not offend her demon culture. However, unlike his brother and his friends, they had mutual opinions about Ale.

"We do, but it's not the same Thanksgiving humans celebrate." she said.

"Oh, well...how do demons celebrate it?" Georgie asked.

"Well, every year, on Thanksgiving Day, we go out and kill 12 people. When we have our kills, the demon's families fight over who gets the big pieces. The winner's family gets to eat the big pieces while the loser's family eats the scraps." she explained.

"Did you and your parents had to celebrate something like this?" Georgie asked disturbed.

"Well I didn't, but my parents did growing up. When I was a kid, all my parents did was leave to kill 12 people, then we ate the big pieces and save the scraps for tomorrow." Ale explained.

"Oh, well do you wanna come? I mean my friends are coming and it wouldn't be fair if you ate all alone, unless you're eating with your brother." Georgie said concerned.

"I would except my brother and his parents are going to be out of town this Thanksgiving." Ale grumbled.

"So you'll come?" he asked cheerfully.

"I'll have to think about it." she smirked.

"Well if you change your mind, you're always welcome in our house." Georgie promised.

"I'll keep that in mind." Ale promised.

Georgie got up from the log and ran back to his bike. When he got back, Georgie got on his bike and rode as fast as he could all the way home.