The serpent girl

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3-person:

Everything in Riverdale is colorful, perfect and full of pep. Riverdale has small houses in a row. Small house with nice families and neighbors. But they do not know that Riverdale is split. It is split between the North Side and the South Side. North side to South side. It is a city split with hatred. One side is filled with little nice houses with their families while the southern side is filled with poverty, crime and gangs. 

Everyone in the corridor faces the blonde who goes the furthest with the corridor. She has long curly hair and she knows a lot of skin with her clothes. One hears her heels hit the floor. But the most rare of everything with her is that the chicken wears a south side serpent leather jacket. The serpents were dangerous according to northern sides. According to them, they were violent drug dealers. Some were afraid of them, fearing them. While some saw them as trailer trash.

Her curls flew in the air as she walked up the corridor. Everybody's eyes were on her. Either they judged her or wished she was, looked like her. She was wearing a pair of ripped light blue jeans with a pair of net socks beneath, she wore a black bralett. It pushed up her chest and ended in the middle of her stomach. Over the south side serpent's leather jacket. She was hot, really hot.

At the end of the corridor she entered the girls' bathroom.

Betty's POV:
Inside the girls stood two toes at the mirrors. One of them stood and washed their hands. She looked like she had gone wrong on the way to the church. She had a knee long black skirt with a white short and glasses. Her hair was strictly straight and black with a hair band. At the other mirror stood a girl with a big fluffy hair. She was slim and dressed in a pair of pink pants and blue sweater. She stood with a red lipstick resembling what I was wearing and dragging on the mirror. I sat at the third sink and fished my make-up bag from the backpack and put it on hand. I picked up a dark red lipstick and bumped my lips when a girl came in. The girl was tall and snake wearing a pantyhose with an orange sweater and a big jacket. Her hair was reddish red in a twist in her neck. And on her nose she had a pair of big glasses. She stood near the sink next to me.

"Corridor's short ladies?" she said, stretching her hand. I put up the orange patch and handed it to her. "What is up in your as Redhead" Did I ask the girl in front of me?
"Elizabeth Copper, I'm just curious when I ask." Was you born with that mouth or is it something that South side mothers teach their stupid kids? "She said to me. I heard the girls behind me gasp. I took a couple of steps so I stood in front of her. This will be fun. I lift my hand and slapps her face She throws the paper she held in her hand and writes: "You trashy bitch!" She slapps me back. I grabbed her and pulled her down on the floor. I press her down with me on top. I'm slapped here over and over again. 


Veronika's POV: 

Betty Cooper was a bad bitch, but God says that everyone denies forgiveness even whore and gays (sorry just had to get that line from "easy A") She is wearing everything black and looked like someone who sold sex on the street. Or sorry for giving away free sex on the street. She is surely just such a girl who wants attention by daring clothes and joining the serpents. But she belongs to the south side. But mom taught me not to judge people after their origin. And now I understand the message.  We used to spend money when we worked in NY but when daddy was arrested we lost everything. We praised our home, our dad and husband, our money and even our private lives. When we stayed there we were chased by paparazzis. I still can not understand why my dad did the way he did. Now I need to see my mom clean the toilets for 10 hours, then at the local hotel "The Five Seasons" and the other hours of the healing work at Pop's like Servitris. God has said all people are equally worthy. She can be more than the surface looks. I can make her drop the dark or maybe she's a bad thing.




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