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Since the beginning of time, a big argument has been the debate about which kid is the favourite. Is it the oldest, the baby, or maybe the middle? Some argue that the firstborn is always the favourite, but if you asked Mr and Mrs Peach about their daughters, it would be obvious their older daughter wasn't.
They said they didn't have a favourite, but if you took a walk in their daughter Caroline's shoes, you'd see that her younger sister was favoured by their parents. It was disgusting, really.
Caroline's younger sister, Jessie, was spoiled rotten. Jessie had the worst trash mouth when talking to their parents and she certainly didn't even try in school. They babied her while Caroline did everything she could to grab her parents attention. She had a 4.0 GPA, was on the River Vixen team with her friends and she was involved in a lot of extracurriculars geared towards helping out the town of Riverdale. Caroline was the poster child for perfect kids of America, and not like Betty Cooper perfect where things were wack-ass behind closed doors, everything behind the doors to the Peach family's house was down to the last corner perfect.
That included everything Caroline wore. Her cheerleading uniform was perfectly ironed, and the red ribbon in her hair jumped up and down when she did. Caroline was a professional at masking her real feelings, instead of sitting around with a scowl (like some beanie-wearers of this town did) she continued on with her activities and her academics, putting on an award-winning smile for her peers. After every game, there was the celebratory meal at the local diner, Pops. Her ponytail swung less than normal as she walked inside, her cherry red painted lips sitting without direction on her face.
"You're not stealing my signature colours, are you, Lime?" Cheryl Blossom turned to face her friend and fellow vixen, the redhead sitting with her legs crossed at the bar.
Caroline's lips formed a tight smile as she made her way over, dropping her pom-poms and duffle bag on the counter in front of it. "I wouldn't dream of it, bombshell. Where's Toni?"
"She couldn't make it, she's got some business to run with the rest of the buskers," Cheryl smiled as Caroline sat down beside it. "But I'm meeting her here for breakfast tomorrow."
Caroline's smile was genuine whenever she was around Cheryl and Veronica, no matter how bad things were for Caroline. Both girls were an inspiration to the shorter girl. "That's cool, Cher."
"Caroline, the usual?" Veronica greeted Caroline from behind the bar.
"Yes please, Ronnie, I'm starving," Caroline sighed, pulling out her phone from her bag to see about a million notifications, just none from her parents. They probably didn't even remember she was cheering at the game tonight. Her parents never came and Jessie only would when her friends would.
"Something wrong, Lime?" Veronica poured a fresh cup of hot coffee for the girl sitting in front of her. Caroline shook her head, sitting her phone on the counter screen down.
