❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
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↳ Saturday
Oct. 22nd ↵
By mid-afternoon, I felt much better than I had in the morning. During the day I had also taken some breathtaking pictures of the park and some abandoned homes. I hoped to Photoshop them tomorrow and put some of them in my portfolio. I liked putting my best works in there just in case one day I could get a job that included photography or something of that nature.
It was nearly six in the afternoon, so I dumped everything out of my backpack and stuffed my toothbrush, toothpaste, pajamas, camera, and my hairbrush into it.
I texted Betty for her address, which I immediately received. Turned out that she was only a block away, so I decided to walk there. My mom had already been called into work, and my dad was watching reruns of Modern Family. I gave him a brief goodbye before I went off on my adventures.
I strolled all the way to Betty's house and rang the doorbell.
Within seconds, her mom snapped open the door before giving me a cold smile.
"Why hello, Catherine," she sounded stiff.
"Hi, Mrs. Cooper," I smiled back at her, a little anxious to say the least.
She moved aside and I walked in. Feeling her eyes practically violate me, I attempted to distract myself by observing the home. I looked around to see the only thing that had changed since the last time I was here was the placement of the furniture.
"Betty is upstairs doing her homework," she reminded me. I turned and nodded, giving a quiet "Thank you."
I pranced upstairs and knocked on what I assumed was Betty's door. It had some girly sticker on it, and the light seeped through the crack of her door, illuminating the wood floor below.
"Come in!" She chimed.
I opened the door saying "Heyyyy!"
Betty looked relieved that I had walked in. "Thank god. My mom wouldn't shut up about you coming over. I had to lock myself in here," she rolled her eyes.
I laughed a little, setting my bag down on the floor. I sat on her bed and looked around her room. "Your room is really girly," I commented, noting the posters and pink theme throughout the room. It felt like I was in some teen dream.
Betty gave a small smile, putting her papers away. "More like outdated," she scoffed.
I pulled out my phone and went onto Snapchat again to catch up on everyone's stories.
"So," Betty interrupted. I looked up at her, locking my phone. "How was the party last night?"
"I may not be new to Riverdale, but I am new to the teen Riverdale. Let me tell you, Betty. I did not know the punch was spiked," I confessed, making her laugh a little.
