Savanna feels like there's nothing that can surprise her anymore after living in Riverdale. The town with pep certainly still has a few tricks up its sleeve including an anonymous camera man, a castle-school full of pretentious teenagers waiting to...
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The remainder of our time in Queens went faster than I would've liked. I developed a newfound appreciation for Felicity's family and their friends which honestly just proved my point that I needed to leave Riverdale behind.
I had yet to acknowledge any of the communications on my phone, minus those to Cheryl, Toni, and Reggie. Everything else was pointless, and I knew I was irking Veronica with the read receipt and no response. It just seemed silly to care what they had to say at this point.
There was nothing to be missed as I stepped into my apartment with Mocha. More videotapes had been shared, but I couldn't even be bothered to look at the one on my doorstep. At this point, if they wanted to take me out, they could happily do so.
Cheryl had shared the extremely cringy video of Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Jughead performing at the Variety Show which was held at Pop's due to Mr. Honey's negativity. I can't say I was surprised about any of it. So missing the week of... whatever that was, proved to be a wise decision.
The harsh reality on hand was that I had to continue finishing this year despite what the hell had been happening for the past few weeks. So if that meant going to school, avoiding everyone, coming home, and doing it all over again until I moved to California, then so be it.
Mentally preparing myself for that to be the case was going to the be hardest part. Senior year was always hyped up to be the best year of high school or college. Nobody tells you how hard it is if things don't turn out that way. You look back on the entire time spent over four years and wonder where it went wrong. All the good memories are tainted by that point. And there's nothing you can do besides accept it and move on.
I tossed all my dirty laundry in the basket before throwing myself across my messy bed. My apartment could definitely use a deep clean since all I'd been doing was rotting away in the dark recently.
With a groan, I decided to finally acknowledge the mass of text messages that had been piling into my phone since we left. There were none from Jughead, which didn't surprise me. I picked Veronica first, figuring hers might actually be worthwhile.
Are you okay? Jughead said you guys went to Stonewall???
Vanna, I know you're mad at me but please let me know if you're okay.
I just went by your apartment. Where are you?
Can you call me, please? I know you're reading these messages.
Reggie said you're in NYC. Call me.
Hellooooooo?
Daddy's health is declining. I think you need to come home.
I'm sorry about everything.
I rolled my eyes at her attempts to get me to answer. Paired with the countless missed calls, if anything were serious, I'm sure Mom or Hermosa would've reached out. I didn't doubt that things weren't normal, but they would know better than to have Veronica speak for the group.
