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Cheryl Blossom.
Daphne didn't do death. Death wasn't pink, purple, or frilly. So why even bother?
But Daphne's next door neighbor did death.
Daphne didn't even know Cheryl existed up until ten minutes ago when the similar in build redhead exited from the house located across the street.
Cheryl Blossom seemed like the perfect companion to take on the new town minus the rumors surrounding her brother, Daphne thought.
Daphne liked mystery and Cheryl was mystery.
Daphne loved fashion and Cheryl's outfit screamed good taste.
Daphne gave one last glance towards her parents and new home before she bounded off with Cheryl.
School started in a few weeks and something told Daphne that having a friendship with Cheryl would be the best thing for school.
Rather than simply being labeled the new girl.
