Author's Note: Before the story starts, I'm just gonna say that the story won't go exactly as shows did. Like for example, Barb is alive in this. Yeah. Okay byeeee! Oh yeah and this is set in 2018.
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Beverly sighed, "Do we really have to move?" She asked sadly. "Yeah. We do. Your friends are moving to the same town as us. Wouldn't that be fun?" Mr.Marsh asked. Beverly smiled a bit, "They are?"
"You didn't know?"
"Duh. That's why I asked dad. At least I don't have to be alone in another hellhole where the kids would call me a slut." She looks down and crosses her arms.
"Honey. Your not a slut."
"Where are we moving to?" She asked curiously with both eyebrows raised.
"Riverdale." Her dad answered.
"It's gotta be better than here in Derry." She stated.
"Let's hope for the best."
"Sure."
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"I'm gonna go pack up our things kiddo. We're moving to Riverdale tomorrow! Aren't ya excited?" Hopper said enthusiastically with a smile.
"Will my friends be moving with us?" Eleven asked.
"Everyone will be moving with us. They're vacating the town for a few weeks."
"Why?"
"The government won't say."
"Okay."
"You should go sleep kiddo. Goodnight. I'll wake you up at 5 in the morning."
"Goodnight dad."
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Texts
B and V
V: Hey B.
B: Hey Ronnie. Can't sleep?
V: Yeah.
B: Me too.
V: What's your reason?
B: The Blackhood.
V: The blackhood is dead Betts.
B: I just can't sleep because of the thought that I'll wake up in a pool of my own blood and have a bullet in my head with my throat slit.
V: That's messed up B.
B: Heard that some people will be moving into town tomorrow.
V: Me too. Josie told me about it.
B: Pity on their souls.
V: lmao.
B: seriously Ronnie.
V: i'll talk to you later B. I suddenly got tired from talking about the black hood.
B: See you tomorrow. Since it's Saturday. Let's meet at Pop's?
V: Sure. Maybe we'll run into one of the people that's moving here.
B: okay?
V: at least act like you care.
B: okay haha. Talk to you tomorrow.
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Fanfiction|| IT X STRANGER THINGS X RIVERDALE X SCREAM || Trying to get away from your past is hard but when your past keeps following you. It's harder.