Hey there everyone! I've been out of the writing game for a long time, so I thought maybe a good ol' fanfiction would get me back on my feet, this whole thing is mainly just for fun but I really hope everyone enjoys. Just lemme know what cha think! I don't have any plans to discontinue this story until it's finished, so yay for that!

It's going by episode by episode basis, so I'm going to try and follow canon as well as possible, just lemme know if you think there should be any changes or updates as I go along and I'll definitely try and make ya happy.

Thanks!

Riverdale, small kind of boring town; south side, north side. All of it's the same to me for the most part, still as dreary as ever, I shouldn't be so bland though, it could be worse, a lot worse. It's just that it's been a long summer, a long year really. Having just moved here last year, being home schooled since I got here too late to enroll, at least that's what my mom said. Working at the small gas station on the corner in the south side for some extra cash to last me through the school year. Wages weren't great, but what else could you expect from a town like this?

My work day was over by 3 o'clock and I was on my way home, last day of summer vacation. I already let them know ahead of time I wouldn't be picking up many shifts except maybe only weekends while I was going to school.

The sky was clear and the air still nice and warm for this time of year, the wind was blowing softly and I could hear the distant rumble of cars and people chattering along the sidewalk, seemed like everyone was out today. I pulled my hair down from it's high ponytail, that'd been pulling at my scalp all fucking day, ruffling my hair with my fingers I let out a sigh of relief.

Checking right and then left I crossed the street cautiously, never trusting all of these damn reckless drivers, last thing I'd need is to end up like that pompous rich boy; Jason Blossom, although it was apparently some tragic accident. As someone who can't swim, I wouldn't be stupid enough to get in a boat, even though it kind of seemed like fun on the outside, you probably couldn't get me in one if you tried, drowning was one of my biggest fears, like a lot of people.

The bustling of people went about on the south side as everyone got ready for school in the morning, and just general messing around before responsibilities set in again until next summer vacation. I narrowly moved to avoid bumping into a small group of teenagers walking the sidewalk, the tall one muttering some kind of insult under their breath, 'fuck you too' I thought holding my tongue.

Turning right at the alley I went through and came out at the edge of a building that led to the trailer park, walking across the lot I made it to the back and got to the last trailer on the second row, that'd be mine. It was a little rundown on the outside, a pale grey color, bleached lighter by the sun from it's original pewter, dirty paneling on the bottom from mud and other discrepancies, white roof with quite a few windows, small bay window in the front where our living room was, raised off the ground and a small staircase leading to the front door.

Walking up the steps and to the screen door, I pulled it open and got my keys out, ready to unlock it when I paused, trying the knob it twisted and opened instantly, stepping inside I sighed, "Mom, I told you to start locking the door when you get up, It's dangerous to keep it unlocked like that." I called out, closing the door behind me and dropping my bag beside it.

"We're not going to get robbed Harley, of all of trailers here it's not going to be us." She said exasperated, coming around the door frame with a cigarette in hand.

"You don't know that, it's better safe than sorry." I can't say I've never left it unlocked, but I was a little more paranoid than she was. She shook her head and went into the living room to sit down and watch TV. I glanced at the bay windows, cheap thick curtains tucked tight around them, the couch resting to the left of them and the TV on a small stand to the right of the small room, little coffee table separating the space.

Slipping off my boots I walked in, through the kitchen and sat my keys in the dish resting on the island that sat between the kitchen and the hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom, my bedroom was the last of three, the first bedroom on the left being my mother's, the second on the was mostly for random stuff of hers, storage really, then the bathroom, and then finally my room, all the way at the back.

I walked down the wooden hallway and into my room, shutting the door behind me, I was thankful I had a door, otherwise I'd be able to hear the TV all the way down the hall. Breathing in deeply and glancing around my room, closet to my left, a black shower curtain on a tension rod served as a door, I pulled off the grey t-shirt I had on for work and got into my closet for a new one, of the few choices I grabbed my favorite, black t-shirt with a rose, fancy letters scrawling love across the top, it was cute, but the decal had begun to chip off.

Putting on some deodorant, I slipped the shirt on and stepped in front of the long mirror on the wall to my right, pulling my hair out of the neck, I curled the strands around my hand and stared a moment; the right side of my hair being red, the left black, freshly dyed last night for the new school year.

Smelling kind of like flowers from my conditioner, split at an angle so some of the hair swept down my face, making sort of side swept bangs with the layers on the red side, but not quite that short, hair falling just above my elbows with my arms down.

I readjusted my nose ring, then pulling at my hair to try and straighten out the mess, I hated putting it up for work, they weren't strict on a lot of things, but they did want my hair out of my face while I was working; understandable.

A yawn caught me as I stretched out my arms, I was tired but in no way could I take a nap and be in bed and sleeping so I could get up in the morning for the start of school, that wouldn't go well at all, and no one wants to be late on their first day of the year.

Slipping off my socks I walked across the room and got in bed, pulling my phone from my back pocket, getting earbuds from my side table, I put on a show and settled in with my back against the wall, planning on spending the rest of my day lazing about before bed, dreading the day that was to come tomorrow.