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Mr Peach didn't say a word as he drove his oldest daughter out of Riverdale, not even when they passed the Greendale town sign. Caroline smiled at the sign, with the saying 'let Greendale cast a spell on you' doodled in white under the town name. She found it cuter than the town of pep. "Are you mad at me, dad?" Caroline ran a hand through her hair as she glanced at her dad in the front seat. When he stayed quiet, she just turned her head to stare out of the window again.
Many of her classmates, like Jughead and Archie, said Greendale was definitely a mysterious town and filled with a creepy atmosphere. Caroline remembered their words as she realized how much gloomier this town was compared to Riverdale, which should seem impossible, but she didn't question it. With a thick blanket of warmth seeming to cover her as she set foot in Greendale, Caroline had the odd feeling like she was at home.
The Peach family didn't visit Johnny much anymore unless it was for Thanksgiving or Christmas, which was a shame for Caroline since she used to be close to her uncle in her youth. His house was just as she remembered it though, two large trees in the front, and a two-story house even if it was just for one guy.
"Give this to your uncle, your mother put it together," Mr Peach handed Caroline an envelope. Caroline took it a little less than eagerly and put it in her jacket pocket.
"Anything else?" she questioned, her little silver hoop earrings moving as she bobbed her head. Mr Peach couldn't seem to remove his gaze from the steering wheel. The words her mother yelled at her (which almost woke the neighbourhood) ringed in her ears. You're going to Johnny's to straighten up. "Alright, bye dad. Love you."
If she was going to uncle Johnny's for a boot camp treatment, she was sure to hate it. She opened the car door, taking her two smalls bags in her arms and closing the door shut behind her. Her dad only popped the trunk for her so she could grab the two other bags. Stumbling over her own feet, she made it to the front door, ringing the doorbell once and waiting. When uncle Johnny answered the door, she was staring at her dad, who was driving away in her mom's little Honda accord. She wished she could say she was disappointed.
"Hey girl," Johnny pulled open the screen door, a dark blue robe left untied hanging on his body. "I was just getting some ice cream, you want some?"
Caroline furrowed her brows. "What?"
Johnny chuckled. "Come on in, kid," he opened the door wider for her to squeeze through with all her bags. "Put your stuff in one of the guest rooms and meet me in the kitchen."
Caroline did what she was told, picking a room on the second floor with a window next to one of the trees in the front yard. It was the only room with a bed, and she figured it must've been the room where her cousin used to sleep. She placed her bags on the floor, not wanting to ruin the pretty sheets with wrinkles just yet.
Caroline bounced down the stairs unzipping her hoodie but leaving it on. "Greendale sure is cold, uncle Johnny," she noted as she walked into the kitchen, joining her uncle on the stools at the counter. She sat across from her uncle, who was digging his spoon into a fresh scoop of vanilla ice cream.
