"So everyone got just as many fights as I do now?" I chuckle at Alice, being particularly wrapped up in her story.
"Don't get me wrong, Nova. I see a lot of your mother in you, but I'd think you were mine at the amount of fight in you." She chuckles. For a moment, I see the Alice that Betty misses, the not brainwashed one, the one that was far too much, but only because she cared.
I know Betty just wants to know about G&G, but I can feel her humouring me, considering this is one way for me to know more of my parents lives, things that I'll never be able to hear from them.
"Carry on, Mom." Betty says softly
After being caught, the group of 8 sat back in their chairs, with Principal Featherhead standing at the front of the classroom looking frustrated with the group. "Congratulations." He huffed. "You just upped your sentence. From one Saturday detention, to four."
The entire group groaned, even the ones just happy to be away from their homes. 3 more weekends stuck in this room with these strangers.
"We were angry, of course. At each other, at ourselves, at the entire situation really... But little by little, hour by hour, the walls we'd been hidden behind our whole lives started breaking down. As pudding cups and sandwiches were shared, the bravado fell away and a group of misfits became unlikely friends." Alice explains to us.
"So kinda like me with mine and Betty's friends?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" Betty asks.
"Well, B. We're all really different. You're a smart super-sleuth that was made out to be the girl next door. Jughead's a talented writer that went from brooding loner to gang leader. Archie's boy next door, that ended up in a 'wrong place, wrong time' situation, Veronica's the privileged mafia princess that decided she wanted more than pearls and a life of crime, and I'm a messed-up orphan that picks fights and ended up in life-threatening situations like it's a hobby." I hum to my friend.
"I still don't get it?" Betty asks.
"What Nova's trying to say, Betty, is that she sees you guys as the group of unlikely friends." Alice helps me explain.
"Exactly, that." I chuckle.
"Oh. I guess I understand your logic." Betty agrees.
"Carry on, Mrs C. Sorry." I tell her, she nods.
"Well, then came the first rainy Saturday afternoon, the first cold rain of the season. I sat with Juliet and Ottis by the windowsill, getting it into my head with the help of my friends to at the rest of the groups initials into our windowsill carvings. While Hermione picked the lock to Mrs Krabappel's draw." Alice says.
During their lunch, Alice, Ottis and Juliet sat near the windowsill, the three sat carving the rest of the group's names into the windowsill until everyone's initials sat permanently in the wood. Smiling at their work, the group of serpents shared proud looks with one and other.
While the acts of vandalism took place, Hermione had been working away, trying to use a letter opener to open Mrs Krabappel's draw, quickly gaining the attention of the teachers' pet. Penelope rushed over to Hermione. "What're you doing?!" Penelope hissed. "Yesterday Mrs Krabappel took my game lad and she locked it up in here so I'm getting it back." Hermione explained, earning an impressed chuckle from Alice. "That's vandalism!" Penelope snapped. "Have you not seen what we're doing over here?" Juliet laughed at the red-head.
The group immediately walked over as Hermione successfully opened the draw. "Yeah!" Sierra cheered as she picked up Fred's drum sticks and chucked them towards him. "Holy crap! Krabappel's been hoarding our stuff for decades." Sierra continued. Then Penelope suddenly lifted up a book that read, 'Gryphons and Gargoyles.'
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Resilience | Sweet Pea.
FanfictionResilience; (n.) the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness. "I came to the place I felt the safest." I tell him. "With you." Nova Daniels, the adoptive sister of Riverdale's very own Archie Andrews, has had trouble after trouble...
