Betty

Chapter 1

Betty had been the face of talent as a child, but now she struggled to make her ends meet. Growing up doing daily chores and managing her coursework along with sports and a million contests had been hard, but doing so in the semi-deranged city of Riverdale had been harder. Riverdale was something you couldn't describe without losing sanity- it was diverse and mad and she had been surrounded by people who didn't even have to work.

She remembered clearly how that had been the risk of destruction to her, the illusion that like their life, her life would be fine too if she allowed the dreamy delusions to come to her, in a state of lazy relaxation.

Tired and fucked up of it all, she had taken the decision to leave. She had graduated with straight A's from the Riverdale College of Arts and Sciences, but the tuition fee hadn't made it any easier. The deficit in her cashflow came from this, and a million other things which happened between the endless summers of 2011 and 2017.

Like the time they had funded a snowman making competition for charity, or the time where blue collar jobs were being given to poor households to supplement their income- these were good times, but she could admit that she only remembered the good things the best.

The haunted Vaudeville Theater and robbery of the Abigor house, all had their own secrets which no gossip queen would ever want to hear, yet Betty had seen and heard it all. But she was not sure what was true, or necessary. Did everything needed to be hung in the air for everyone to see, paraded as the attractions of a fair? Or some secrets belonged entirely what they were, as secrets?

There was no answer. Betty knew she had the answer herself, even though she was the questioner. She was all, the villein, the seif; the master, the servant; she was everything and nothing simultaneously. That confused her, because she needed to be one thing for survival, a lone creature in harmony with the universe.

She hoped the cycle would end.