Miracle Baby | A Riverdale Story

invitation

that sunday, the house was calm and peaceful. alice got up early that morning to make breakfast for her family. she was mixing the pancake batter when she turned around to get more flour. a man in a black mask was standing near the bottom of the stairs pointing a gun at her. a blood-curdling scream filled the house. "alice, alice. calm down, it's ok," she heard someone say faintly. she woke up gasping for air and clutching on to fp. "alice, it was just a dream, you're ok." he whispered stroking her hair. "fp, he's back, hal's back." she struggled out of bed. "we need to go, he's coming back," she muttered, putting her dressing gown on. "stop, stop," fp took her shoulders and led her back to bed. " it's okay, your safe. he's not coming back." she nuzzled her face into his chest crying until she fell back asleep. the next morning, there was a knock at the door. claire managed to drag herself out of bed to answer it in time. "good morning, mini blossom." veronica was at the door. mini blossom was ronnie's nickname for claire but she didn't like it, it irritated her. veronica handed her a small white envelope. "dress code: formal" she chirped as she walked away down the path. on the front, it read "alice, fp, betty and claire" claire couldn't help but open it, after all, it did have her name on the front. she pulled out a cream coloured invitation with glitter all over it. "dear alice, fp, betty and claire, it would mean so much to us if you could make it to the lodge's class of '88 reunion party. it will be held in riverdale high next saturday. hope to see you there, the lodges" a reunion party? claire thought as she went upstairs. how could she pass up a perfectly good excuse to get dressed up? she knocked on betty's bedroom door. "come in" she heard betty mumble. "look," claire handed the invitation to her cousin. betty fumbled with the piece of paper "oh, of course, it's that time again" she said giving it back to claire "hermione lodge hosts these things every year." she explained. "so, will we go?" claire asked nearly jumping up and down "i don't know, my dad would always make us go but now he's in prison..." betty trailed off "why, so he could plan his next murder victim?" claire said under her breath as she left the room. "what was that?" betty asked. "nothing" claire said with a fake smile as she slammed betty's bedroom door. "betty!" fp shouted from his and alice's bedroom.