A Serpant and a Rose Blossom

Chapter 1

   Growing up in a town such as Riverdale can be a little tiring. Having to juggle school, parents that are up to no good, and finding time for yourself. It's almost impossible not mentioning after-school activities. Cheryl Blossom, the teenager who deals with a mother that has such high standards for her daughter but yet turned her house into a brothel to make up for money that was coming in before her sons blood was shed and a husband that decided to wear a necklace that did nothing but get tighter and tighter to pry him away from his wrongdoings. It's no wonder why most question her sanity but in a town like this, who is sane? Well, the rest didn't burn down their mansion to rid the sin buried within the walls or collect blackmail like the daily mail but that's beside the point. The lack of actual friends to open the door to the redhead's trust caused her to lock that door and build walls of steal because if no one is going to protect her then that leaves no one but herself.
  
Cheryl didn't know why but today felt off, something was going to happen, she could feel it. When the redhead heard her alarm go off this morning she didn't want to get out of bed but she did, grabbing her glasses off the nightstand heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. Normally she would try to avoid anywhere outside her room like the plague but she knows her mother will be exhausted after last nights events.

She opens up the fridge to see what was in there besides the families famous Blossom maple syrup, rolling her eyes she grabs the eggs, bacon, and cheese. She'll make herself an omelet with a cold glass of orange juice.

Afterward, she cleans the dishes and heads up to her room to get ready because if she walked into that school with a red tank top, black Nike shorts and red fuzzy socks everyone would think she's on level playing field. Cheryl Blossom isn't fair game she is the head bitch in charge nothing less. After taking her shower and perfecting her outfit, makeup was a breeze finishing with her velvet red lipstick. On her way out of her room, she slings her small red designer bag over her shoulder, carrying her phone in one hand, and grabbing the keys to her red convertible in the other. Here comes just another day of pretending.

  "The southside scum is here and why was I not informed sooner than their trash littering our parking lot upon arrival?" Principle Weatherbee tries to calm me down but it won't work. "Cheryl I was just informed not long before you were. Their school has been shut down due to drugs being sold by the ghoulies in the hallways and the new prison will be put in its place after demolition. My hands are tied. The students have to have somewhere to go half are coming here and the other half will be at Greendale high. Please try to reason with this."

I know he can't really do anything about it. Mayor McCoy is the one to speak to about this but after the mishap, I had with Josie I'm sure she'll just laugh in my face but I won't let that happen. I nod and give Weatherbee a fake smile before I leave his office. My fellow classmates know when they hear the clicking of my heels against the tiled floor to split like the red sea. No one dares to question me.

It looks like Veronica, Betty and Archie have already set up a table to make getting schedules and picking extracurriculars easier.

The difference between the southside kids and the north side was unmistakeable, leather, oiled hair, tattoos, flannels, and snake rings. It was the Greasers vs. the glammed up version of the 70's Show the two contrasted quite bit.

One serpent seemed to shine in the mist of all the dirt and oil. She had tan skin, dark coco eyes, milk chocolate hair tented bubble gum and full lips to match the tips of her hair. Although her outfit was simple it suited her well in every curve.

What am I doing thinking all this? I breathed out, you have an audience now. I cross my arms standing in the middle of the table and the new students. "Welcome snakes to Riverdale high, you all should know who I am and for the few that don't, I'm Cheryl "Bombshell" Blossom. Every one of you should know this school is known for its above average GPA. I know it's going to be hard for you but I would like it to stay that way. Violence, drug dealing, and gang-related appeal are prohibited but I along with the teachers can turn a blind eye to the jackets, tattoos, and serpent rings as long as you discontinue your underachieving, deviant ways." The looks on their faces were a mixture between confused and livid only making my smile wider. I go to turn around to give Veronica a nod before leaving when I hear one of them, "Why don't you come over here and say that to my face?" Spinning around to see the short bubble gum haired girl stepping closer to me. Furious would be an understatement, cracking her knuckles ready for a fight. "Happily queen of the buskers," I said maybe about an arm's length away from her face. I don't care how beautiful she is I will end her right now. "Would you like my insults to be at the same volume as earlier or maybe a little louder so you can hear me this time? Maybe all those motors caused some ear damage or maybe your just that dumb." A tall, greasy haired boy grabbed her before she could punch me in the face. I knew she would since he caught her arm. Archie jumped in between us, "guys lets just calm down we all have to go to the same school now so might as well get used to it." "Ya, come on tiny let's get our schedules and get to class. She isn't worth an expulsion on the first day here." The boy grabbed her arm and lead her to the table still holding her ground with a go to hell look. The worst part is, honey, I'm already in hell. There's no point in sending me there. I wink at her and wave but not before saying, toodles busker and walk away to my first class. This is going to be fun.

                                                                 

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