SWEET CAROLINE loving her is as easy as sunday morning
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We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
⎯⎯ Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Caroline Peach was grade A screwed the moment she destroyed the facade her mother perfectly crafted for the Riverdale-born family. In reality, it was merely a crack in stained glass windows in an action that was reminiscent of a child skipping pebbles at the lake, but her mother saw it differently. Her mother saw it as a stray hair out of place, a piece of mold growing in between bleached tile, simply put: she didn't like things that didn't belong.
Perhaps she always had seen her daughter as someone who didn't belong. But her mother's distaste for imperfect things would cause the porcelain doll exterior her daughter built in order to withstand her harsh family to crack. But sure, the only damage Mrs. Peach could care about was the one done to her family's reputation.
Off Caroline goes, over the river and through the woods to her estranged Uncle, so they can be outcasts together. In what world was Caroline an outcast for doing what teenagers usually do, they weren't sure, but things were about to get a whole lot weirder.
