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Today is the first day back to Riverdale High since the break and Cheryl and I have basically living in a brothel for the whole of it. Aunt P seems to think that having different men over every night is a decent way to make a living.
Cheryl and I are eating breakfast and Aunt P waltzes down the stairs into the room with a handful of cash. "Good news. After last night I've made nearly enough to pay for that tree and those ludicrous presents you bought for yourself."
"Bravo." Cheryl says and sets her tea cup down. "Nevermind that the last two weeks I've been living in a bordello with, um, a women of the night."
"Oh, it's not that different from when I was younger, and I had my pick of gentleman callers lining up every evening." She says with pride.
I think I'm gonna barf.
"Good God. You almost sound proud." Cheryl says in disgust.
"You wanted me to get a job, Cheryl, and I did. Providing comfort and companionship for the lonely men of Riverdale." She says and walks away.
Cheryl and I are sitting in the locker room after Vixen practice and Principle Weatherbee comes on the PA.
"Students of Riverdale High, this is your principle speaking. Emails have been sent to your parents, but effective immediately, Southside High School is shut down."
Cheryl and I exchange a look. "What?" I ask aloud.
"And it's students will be transferred to other schools in the district - including this one. I believe the statement we're releasing will answer your concerns and theirs. You should be receiving it shortly. I'm sure you have many questions. But it goes without saying, we are welcoming these students with open minds, hearts, and arms." Weatherbee continues.
Midge walks over to us,"Cheryl?"
Cheryl shoots up in anger. "Hell no! My home life is a Dickensian nightmare! I won't have school turn into one too!" Cheryl grabs her bag and marches out of the locker room.
"Thank you. That is all." Weatherbee says and turns off the PA.
I sigh and drop my head in my hands and my phone buzzes. I grab it out of my bag and it's a text from Sweet Pea.
