Transform (Jughead Jones, Riverdale)

CHAPTER 1: SWEETWATER DROWNING

'The things I hold dear always have a way of slipping through my fingers'

I don't own any of Riverdale, only my characters.

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world... Safe. Decent. Innocent. Get closer, though, and you start seeing the shadows underneath.

The name of our town is Riverdale. And our story begins, I guess, with what the Blossom twins did this summer. On the Fourth of July, just after dawn, Jason and Cheryl Blossom drove out to Sweetwater River for an early morning boat ride.

The next thing we know happened for sure is that Dilton Doiley, who was leading Riverdale's Boy Scout Troop on a bird watching expedition, came upon Cheryl by the river's edge.

Riverdale Police dragged Sweetwater River for Jason's body, but never found it.

So a week later, the Blossom family buried an empty casket and Jason's death was ruled an accident, as the story that Cheryl told made the rounds. That Cheryl dropped a glove in the water, and Jason reached down to get it, and accidentally tipped the boat, and panicked, and drowned.

For me, Annabelle Underwood. I viewed the Fourth of July to be a day where my family would come together, it was the one day I would feel like I do actually have a loving father who cared about me.

But in the Fourth of July, a tragedy happened. Jason Blossom drowned while he was with his sister Cheryl Blossom.

The wind was cold down at Sweetwater River. The early morning breeze settling within my bones as if frostbite had come early. But as I stared down at the watery depths of Sweetwater River, it seemed as if winter had come early. Members of our little town Riverdale gathered around in 'support' of the Blossoms, but in reality, they all wanted a peak at Jason Blossom, if he was ever pulled from the depths.

I don't think they'll find him. He's fish food now.

I leant against my car, one leg hiked up and my arms crossed over my chest. My mother, Lillian Underwood stood beside me, her pale brown eyes peering down the muddy slopes of Sweetwater River. My own eyes glanced over the many families I recognised. 

Coopers, Andrews, Mantles...Blossoms.

Both Penelope and Clifford in their red-headedness were screaming at Sheriff Keller at his incompetence, a teary-eyed Cheryl at their side, her lips curled into a red scowl. I almost felt bad for them, almost.

I felt my mother grasped my arm gently, her gaze switching from the water to me. "Come on, Anna. If they find him, I don't want you to see that," she spoke in her usual quiet voice, her free hand reaching for the car door, opening it and slipping into the passenger seat. 

I swallowed thickly, my brows furrowed as I looked to the Blossom's. Then a flash of black danced across my vision, I turned to see where it had gone, but found it vanished behind shrubs.

Strange.

I took once last glance at the Blossoms before starting up my car and driving away from Sweetwater River. 

A/N

So here it is, I'm really excited about posting this story because it has been bugging me for weeks. This chapter isn't the best but I swear it will get better.

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