𝖑𝖝𝖝𝖛𝖎. back-to-school blues

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( volume iv, chapter lxxvi )

back-to-school blues



     After Mr Andrews' funeral, the rest of summer vacation passed by in a surreal haze.

     Betty, Veronica, and I spent as much time as we could with Archie. We had dinner at Pop's every night. Sometimes, even my sister would join us. Every day, you could tell that he was getting better and better. I'm not saying he wasn't still heartbroken — the entire town was — but my pal Archie is a fighter.

     By the last day of summer vacation, while the football field was being mowed for the new season and the school floors were being buffed to a shine and banners for the first dance of the year were being hung, Archie was doing what he does best.

     Boxing.



RIVERDALE HIGH & THISTLEHOUSE

SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2019

RIVERDALE


''Are you sure this is going to work, Cheryl?'' Mia asked, raising a perfectly plucked brow apprehensively as she glanced at her girlfriend.

''Who can say no to baked goods?'' The redhead chirped, striding into the new principal's office with a basket of muffins. ''Besides it worked with you, didn't it?''

The blond rolled her eyes at the Blossom girl's antics, trailing in after her. From what she had heard from Betty and her brother, Mr Honey wasn't someone she could see herself getting along with.

''Mr Honey, thank you for meeting with us. I, Cheryl Blossom, as student body president, and Mia Jones, as acting student body vice president, would like to personally welcome you to Riverdale High.''

The Jones girl regarded the man with her classic fake smile. Those around her were seasoned enough to know the smirk was anything but genuine, but what Mr Honey didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

''Thank you, ladies. I was actually going to reach out to you, regarding that back-to-school dance that you've organized. It's cancelled.''

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