RIVERDALE - Jughead Jones Fanfiction

Chapter 1

"Across the country, I find myself in a world wind of misery, as my parents consume my happiness as they have forced me to leave the Sunshine State in which I call home, to a chilly place by the name of Riverdale." My mother sighs, reading my journal.

"Would it kill you to be a bit less dramatic?" She drops the book back onto my desk. I close my journal and place it into my bag. I zipped it up and headed towards the stairs.

"You loved this place as a kid, why are you so miserable about this move? Or should I correct myself - this part time stay." My dad playfully nudges my arm with his elbow as I reach for a piece of bacon.

"It's cold." I bluntly state.

"Hurry up Rock, you don't want to be late for your first day of second semester." My mother hands me a bag  with food in it, and sends me towards the door.

The drive to school is long. About 35 minutes. Nobody younger than 60 live around us. Just a whole bunch of married couples, enjoying retirement, at their lovely cottage that rests off the lake. That's right, my family and I moved from California to spend a good year in our family cottage. Dad is a detective. He's the best of the best, which is why he was sent down here. I loved the cottage. I loved endless nights full of memories, however, it's not summer anymore. And to make things worse? The river we love off of is now being investigated as a crime scene. Oh, and it's second semester. I've never been the new girl before, but I'm assuming this is a small town, so word will most likely get around.

"Why is this place so gloomy?" I groaned.

"Relax, you'll be back home for march break. Hey maybe make some friends and you can bring one with you!" My mom smiles at me.

" I have friends back home, I have everything back home." I muttered under my breath as the car came to a sudden halt. I step out of the car and take off my un needed sunglasses, since it was so gloomy around here, and saw a large sign which read 'Riverdale High'.

"I'll walk you in hunny," my mom shuts her car door. We enter the school and obviously we get the stares. I compared my outfit to others. I was wearing ripped light wash jeans, a white crop top, and my high top black converse. Over it was a red and black flannel James gave me. My hair was medium length, originally dark like my mothers, however I added highlights. No one had dyed hair around here, or seemed to express themselves in their style.

"Alright Ms. Brodsky, your homeroom is english, then followed by biology, then you'll have lunch. After that it's gym, and then math. It was lovely meeting you, I'm sure you'll fit quite perfectly into this lovely school." My new principal says, handing me my time table.

"It was lovely meeting you, Mr. Weatherbee. Thank you for such a warm welcome for Raquel. I'm sure she'll love it here and fit right in. My husband said he's to call you today, to book an appointment with you, for when he can come in with other detectives." My mother explains. There was a death at this school of a young boy, and I'm not sure how my parents are allowing me to even be in this town after such an incident, especially when the river we live off of is THE river this happened at. His body was found down north however, miles away from our cottage, however, still creepy though, and I'm not sure how my parents are allowing me to live near it.

"Yes Mrs. Brodsky. It was a terrible tragedy, Jason was a lovely kid. I amongst this town can say we're so thankful your husband has agreed to work on this case." Mr. Weatherbee holds the door open as we leave his office.

"Goodluck baby, remember this is only for a short time. You're going to do fine, make friends. I'll see you tonight after school to pick you up." My mother kisses my cheek, and exits the office with me on the way to her car. I make my way down the hall and I already have gotten stares. My locker was 122, which was absolute hell to find. Eventually I came across locker 107, from there I just kept going straight, leading to me finding my locker. A large group of males, which I'm assuming were jocks, based off their attire and loud voices, were standing at my locker.