serpent ♔ juliet

During the previous year, when Betty anticipated that her life would take a new turn. She had the assumption that she would be able to keep her closest friends, many of whom she had known since she was a child. They would go through it all at the same time. Nonetheless, she had become the shy and reserved young woman she had been before Veronica entered her life. She immediately became embarrassed when she understood that having a crush on Archie was a childhood fantasy. And there was someone there for her, someone stable who was not afraid of her darkness.  Jughead. She could tell anything and everything, and she attempted to forgive herself for kissing Archie. Betty found herself in a whole new setting and saw some familiar individuals there. Why did her heart feel like it was so heavy? A few of weeks ago, she became aware that she had begun to develop the habit of digging her nails into the palms of her hands and curling her fingers into her palms.

To tell you the truth, she had this feeling the majority of the time during the last several months. It is one of the reasons why she got to the college a little bit early than everyone else. Considering how uncomfortable everything was in Riverdale, was there any use in living there? Betty reasoned that the sooner she arrived, the better off she would be. She would not hear the rumors about what she had done, her father, or the moment when everyone believed Jughead had died. It was almost as if she had kept everyone at a comfortable distance these days; truly. Despite the fact that the individuals who are close to her, such as Cheryl, Toni, Tate, and Dottie, assure her that she is not a terrible person. In point of fact, it's possible that the cumulative stress of all she's been through finally caught up to her. and the time has come to make a decision on how to proceed. Betty wasn't like her mother in that she didn't brush things under the rug and pretended like her life was wonderful or as if nothing was going on.

As Betty was finally jolted out of her thoughts, the girl muttered something about the tours,   The blonde gave a gentle grin and gave a little nod in response. "I really do hope not. I had the impression that I would be distracted the entire time if that happened." She sighed as she leaned against a wall with a cup of coffee in her hand and ran her fingers through her hair as she did so. These days, she was getting so little sleep that she felt like she was living off of coffee instead of rest. Her thoughts would not stop going back to the past and forward into the future. Everyone believed that Betty would do extremely well at college and have the time of her life while she was there. Yet, the individuals who were closest to her knew her too well, and they were aware of how concerned she was about being left behind. There were certain things that came quite easily to her, while others were more challenging for her. She moved away from the wall that she had been resting against in order to take a drink of her coffee as she did so.

Betty was rather taken aback by how large the space was that the institution provided. During their conversation on writing, she began to feel a flutter of excitement. Whether she was writing or working on her assignments, she was completely absorbed in what she was doing and did not give any thought to anything else going on in her life. Throughout the course of the brief tour, she eventually became used to her environment and was able to locate everything on her own. At the very least, the college aspect of it was a weight that was taken off the shoulders. This can be said without a doubt. When Betty was standing close by with her bag in her hands, the woman dumped her coffee into the nearby trash can.

She had already made up her mind about one thing before she went to meet up with her friends: she was going to return to her room and clean it up because if she didn't, she would never get caught up with her assignments or with life in general. She would never act in such a way. Keeping her life organized and well-planned out was what allowed her to maintain her composure. Or maybe what she did was simply her way of venting her rage in the way that she did it. Or she might take her frustrations out on herself; either way, it was necessary. After removing everything from her room, thoroughly cleaning and arranging every nook and cranny of it. She pulled out her phone and began to text Cheryl and Toni in the group chat they were in. It won't be long until she arrives. There was a message left on the voicemail. She hunched her shoulders and brought the phone closer to her ear. When she gave the speech while she was in high school, she made it seem like it was her father, but it wasn't really her father. Has she finally lost her mind? Was someone after her?