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03/03/2023 11:34 PM 

comic betty/ season 7.

betty cooper
violent delights
with violent ends
Betty was roused from her sleep by a dull discomfort in both of her legs. Every muscle in her toes, foot, ankles, shins, thighs, and back echoed with a familiar, reassuring ache that brought back memories of the challenging run she had completed the previous evening. It was evident that she had napped before changing out of her racing attire since her thighs were covered in cotton that had become wrinkled and stiff.

Again.

She groaned, "Fantastic..." as she turned over in her bed. "Wonderful..." The digital alarm clock that was sitting next to her bed chose to go off at that particular moment in time. A well-placed cushion was used to solve the problem before Betty groggily stood up and stripped off her practice clothes. This was done before the matter was resolved. Elizabeth Cooper returned after a short shower, which she took to alleviate any lingering physical aches, looking noticeably more presentable. The epitome of cool, confident, and radiant. And, perhaps most significantly, prepared to tackle yet another day at Riverdale High.

When Betty wiped her hand across the fogged mirror, she took notice of her wet hair, tanned skin, and clear blue eyes. On the delicate skin of her lashes, a trace amount of red was still visible after the treatment, although this was quickly corrected. Betty may argue that she single-handedly kept the make-up company afloat at a more difficult time due to the massive amount of concealer she applied after an Archie-instigated crying session.

Nonetheless, the day would turn out to be a good one. This would be a wonderful day to celebrate. The phrase "Betty Cooper Isn't Worried About Archie's Infatuation With Ronnie" seems appropriate for today's day.

The revitalized blonde flashed a smile in front of the mirror while keeping this in mind. "That is exactly right. You are gorgeous as well as confident in yourself. Even though Archie is an idiot, he will eventually see your amazing potential as a lady after the track meets against Central the following month, even if he is stupid." Betty was prepared for the day by applying a dab of concealer under her eyes and many dramatic coats of mascara on her lashes.

After freshening up, the blonde hurriedly stuffed her school papers into her lucky bag. She changed into a fresh set of workout clothes before making her way to the kitchen while still dressed in her typical comfortable attire.

Alice Cooper couldn't help but smile in what could only be described as an ill-concealed sense of relief as she glanced up from a big cookbook as her mother chirped a joyful "good morning." The previous evening's memories of a more troubled teenager have been firmly shoved to the side for the time being. "Hello, my sweetie! How are you doing this morning?"

"I'm operating at my full capacity once again." Betty beamed as she opened the refrigerator, pulled out a glass container, and stuffed it with the Italian food that had been left over. "The muscle soreness is alleviated after a restful night's sleep. I slept like a rock all night!" Alice was aware of when she should refrain from inquiring more, so she did not press the issue further when Betty deftly sidestepped the topic of whether or not she had a date with Archie. "You came home with the volume turned all the way up. I am aware that the game will take place in a few weeks, but if you push yourself too hard, you will not be doing your team or yourself any favors."

Betty gave a warm grin and rolled her eyes in a kind gesture. "I am fully aware of the constraints placed on me, Mama. I have been participating in cross-country running for the last four years. Do you still have any of that meatloaf in the fridge? I had the impression that I had seen several of them the other day..." Beyond the tin containing the peach cobbler. " Oooh. Peach-cobbler. This would be perfect for Juggie."  The intelligent girl grabbed both containers and crammed them into a large blue checkered bag along with the spaghetti. Betty was aware that her buddy was more than capable of consuming more food, so she came to the conclusion that it was more than plenty for a school lunch.

"My, my, my. Your appetite has most definitely been stronger." Alice couldn't help but chuckle as she turned another page in her recipe book and saw the radiant smile on her daughter's face.

"You are fully aware of the fact that Juggie has been stealing from me ever since we were in the second grade." "How is it doing with our cherished Forsythe?"

"Mom. You must be the only person on the face of the globe who calls him such, with the possible exception of Jug's own mother. He's also extremely outstanding." Along with her mother, Betty sat at the island in the kitchen and spread a slice of bread with pumpkin butter that had been sweetened. "What the heck is going on with the recipe book?"

Alice let out a sigh as she sighed and ran her fingers over her platinum blonde locks. "Tonight, your father will be having dinner with a couple of his employees at our house. I was under the impression that I would cook something other than meatloaf or pot roasts this time." Betty tilted her head to the side. "Oh. Would it be helpful for me to come home earlier than usual tonight to assist you?"

"I hope you have a fantastic time with your pals since that's what I want for you. Don't even bother to entertain the thought." Alice stayed quiet for a little while. Betty said yes when asked whether they were simply "hanging out" at Pop's, but she didn't seem as eager to talk to others as she had earlier in the week. Betty turned her head upward as she felt her mother's hands encircling her own.

When she was confronted with challenges like these, Betty was acutely aware of how blessed she was. Although she was subjected to various excitements, stresses, and thrills while she was away from home, she could always depend on her parents' unshakable support. She couldn't help but break down into tears and seek comfort in her mother's familiar embrace when she saw the unadulterated love, concern, and comprehension in her mother's ice-clear blue eyes.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow

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