𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

Betty Smith was a free spirit, a wandering soul. She loved to feel the earth between her feet and the soft summer breeze in her hair it calmed her from all her worries and fears. Nature was her safe place, everything about it was just so perfect to her. Nature was so simple yet so fascinating, she was so simple yet so fascinating.
     Everyone has there special place Betty's was a vast golden wheat field, as a child she'd spent hours there, reading her book or just lying there looking at the scenery. The field was right next to Betty's house so she was aloud to wander there on her own from when she was about five years old. The only thing she wasn't aloud to do was go down to the stream right at the bottom of the field,it was beautiful. There were an array of gorgeous fish always swimming around in there but Betty still wasn't aloud to go down there on her own, not until she was ten. So of course as a fifteen year old girl she would kneel on the river bank and run her fingers through the water feeling the freshness of it, often feeling the odd fish here and there. The field made Betty happy everything about it was just so...perfect.
        Betty has many memories in that field her favourites being with her mother a particular one stands out to Betty that always makes her sad. They were playing tag in the large yellow meadow and Betty was 13 they were wearing there white floral dresses. That's the thing about Betty and Alice they always wore a floral dress with there hair free and barely ever wore shoes. In that moment where Betty was giggling and her mom smiling everything was just perfect..
A-Honey I have a surprise for you.
Alice smiled.
B-What is it Mommy?
A-You're are going to have a new daddy!
Alice said tickling the young girl. Betty was happy, very happy, the young girl had never had a father and the idea of it just seemed so wonderful.
B-Mommy that's wonderful I'm so happy for you!
      She shouted, and her arms flew around her mother's neck and Alice stood up causing Betty feet to come of the ground and she spun the small girl,who had always been to small for her age, in the air.
    The memory seems so happy her life was just sunshine and rainbows until a big dark cloud shadowed over it, in the form of her step father.    

    Jughead Jones, was a weirdo. Much like Betty he didn't like other people but not because he was shy,like Betty was, He just hated people they irritated him, everyone was just so fake. Jughead wasn't fake he was his authentic self and he didn't care that people thought he was a weirdo because it was in fact true.
      He always got teased for having his crown beanie ever since he started school but he didn't care, it was his comfort fairly smilier to Betty and her field. He would always run his finger along the button and the little tag that read 'Jughead' on it. He did it mostly when he was thinking so he did it quite a bit, he was always left alone with his own pessimistic thoughts and he loved it.
      Jughead remembered the first day he got the beanie it was probably his least favourite memory it made him weep every time he thought about it and barely anything made him cry. Jughead was five he lived with his sister, Jellybean who was only one at the time, his mom and his dad. They were so happy always smiling even with there dark clothes and hair, still Jughead felt they were just perfect... But what he didn't here were his mother's screams in the night from F.P's beatings and he didn't see her bruises. She wanted to protect the children so she always covered them up to make sure they wouldn't ask. One day it became just to much for Gladys and she couldn't handle it, she wanted to take both of her children but didn't have the money to do so. So she took the youngest and left, she felt Jughead could probably protect himself but he couldn't. He found a beanie on the table and saw that no one was around, other than his dad past out on the couch. On the beanie there was a very small piece of paper with writing on it, it read.
"To Jughead,
                           I love you so much and I am very sorry.
Love mommy."
      Jughead wasn't a stupid 5 year old he could read very well and Jughead understood but at the same time he didn't. Their whole family seemed so perfect but clearly it wasn't.