Ripping, yelling, yanking. Three words that can describe my experience as a child.

I didn't understand what she was doing at the time. I was somewhat of a mature kid considering what my father was like, so trust me I could handle the pain, but I don't think my brain wanted to comprehend what was happening. I stared into the cracks of the door as my mom started yanking her shirts and ripping her pants out of the drawers into her suitcase. A similar, but smaller suitcase, sat besides her. Jellybean screamed and kicked her continuously crying, "No! I don't want to go!" until she spotted me in the doorway.

"Juggie!" She yelled, rushing to open the door and hide behind my me. I avoided eye contact with her and the second pair of eyes staring down at me. Jellybean gripped my shirt and sobbed into it. "Juggie, don't let her take me away!" She cried, while I just stood there staring at the ground. I stood still as our mom reached around me to grab Jellybean's wrist and drag her towards her. I stood still as she shoved me against the wall to get past me. I stood still as Jellybean screamed and cried until the front door was shut, and all was left was the faint sound of a child begging to be let go. I was paralyzed. There was nothing I could do.

There was nothing I was willing to do.

I woke up in a cold sweat, panting hard while our alarm clock blared throughout the room. I rubbed my eyes and looked cautiously around the room until I realized for the second time that I was in a different room. I groaned and slapped my hand around the empty space besides me.

"Oh, right." I realized, smiling slightly as I lifted myself off of my air mattress and walked sluggishly towards the window, pulling apart the curtains to catch a glimpse Juliet. One of the many perks of living with the infamous Archie Andrews, it that I had a clear view of Betty. The curtains were closed.

"Betty's not there this morning" Archie said, just walking into the room, "She said she was getting up early to set things up in the newspaper room." He yawned and turned around to leave. "Thanks, but how did you know what she was doing?"

He stopped in his tracks. "She uh.. texted me. Yeah that's right, I woke up in the middle of the night to grab a snack and I saw her text. She sometimes texts me when she's nervous or has a problem." He croaked out. I was about to question why she would text him instead of me, but he immediately left the room after Fred called us down for breakfast. Okay, somethings definitely wrong with him, I thought to myself. I shook the feeling and proceeded to walk downstairs. When I got to the kitchen, Fred greeted me. "Morning Jug, glad you woke up on time. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

I grinned and sat down besides Archie. I glanced over at him and he started lazily spooning the dry cereal that had yet to have milk into it, into his mouth. I nudged at him and asked what was wrong, and he replied, "Morning Jughead, glad you woke up today." with a monotone voice and a semi-same sentence as Fred said. "Arch, you just saw me, like five minutes okay. Remember? Looking out the window? You even told me where Betty was this morning."

He winced and stood out of his seat. "I'm going to school." He said, grabbing his backpack and leaving out the front door. "W-Wait Arch!" I yelled after him, stumbling off my chair and grabbing a piece of toast before following him. I finally caught up to him and he just had a blank expression on his face.

"You okay? Is it girl trouble?" I asked, poking his shoulder while he ignored me. He gritted his teeth and continued to walk, faster this time. "I'm fine, come on we need to get to school. We'll be late if not." He shoved me off but he didn't seem mad, just regretful. I decided to leave him be and not push anything on him. Obviously it had something to do with a girl, maybe Cheryl or Veronica, but hopefully nothing that involved Betty. She basically tolerates him as is.

As we both entered the huge doors that belonged to our one and only Riverdale High, the first person I spotted was Betty, happily chatting away with Veronica and Kevin as they both went into full gossip mode. I smacked Archie on the arm to signal to him that we should say hello, but he shook his head. "Sorry Jug, I have football practice this morning so I can't really socialize at this moment. I'll see you later?" He patted my shoulder and continued to the athletics area. I shrugged and headed towards Betty and her posse.

"Morning!" I greeted, awkwardly putting my arm around Betty while facing Veronica and Kevin. They both looked at me for a while before Veronica broke out into a snicker, following Kevin eyeing me from my head to my toes. He had a look of surprise, like I dumped myself into a pool of garbage.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, shuffling my hair in confusion. A single strand landed in front of my face. That gave a larger reaction to both of them as they broke out into a laugh. I looked down at Betty who was trying her hardest not to laugh along with them.

"Whaaaaat?!" I whined, glancing back at them while giving them a death stare. Veronica was the first one to speak up saying, "You look pretty comfortable Jughead. What happened, did My Chemical Romance forward an emo letter to you expressing how much they loved your fanfic?" Alongside her, Kevin covered his mouth. Betty was shuffling beside me. "Yeah, you look pretty hot today. Maybe you changed your hairstyle?" Kevin asked. I retorted by saying, "First of all Ronnie it's not fan fiction it's my writing about murder. Second of all I don't even listen to that band, and third of all-"

Betty interrupted me by poking my shoulder, giggling at whatever she was holding behind her. When I tried to glance behind her, she ducked out of the way. I only saw a tiny glimpse of a felt beanie lying perfectly in her hands. When I finally realized it, I glared at Veronica and Kevin and tried to get my beanie back.

"Haha very funny, now give it." I swiped my hands at the beanie and she lept to the side. I laughed ironically and tried again to grab it. Again she slid further away from me. "Noooope!", she yelled as she bolted to the newspaper room as fast as she could. I grinned and followed her, except less energetic because I already suspected where she was hiding. I thought it was better to give her some time.

When I finally made it to the printed door of our Blue and Gold headquarters, I creaked open the door and saw nothing but the usual equipment, no Betty Cooper in site. I tiptoed into the room and ducked under all the desks and behind all of the standing objects, but there was no Betty. I scratched my head because I knew she was here, I watched her head in with my very own eyes, but she was nowhere to be found. I searched around before accidentally running into one of our many whiteboards and groaning from the pain.

I heard a rustling sound.

And then a giggle. I swerved my head around towards our main murder board, which was now empty, and started walking towards it. As I got closer I could hear the faint sounds of little giggles and breathing. "Oh no, where is she? I should just give up and find her somewhere else!" I yelled out, silently snickering at the lack of sarcasm I put in. I walked heavily towards the door and opened it, mimicked footsteps, and closed it. When I closed it I immediately hid behind a desk.

I peaked out from the desk and saw Betty also peaking out from her spot. She came completely out and sighed in relief. When she got closer to the desk I leaped out. "GOTCHA!" I yelled, tackling her to the ground in a very awkward stance. It didn't matter considering how hard I was trying to catch my beanie, but Betty wouldn't give in. She screamed as I tore it off her head and put it on mine. "Stop it Juggie!" She giggled. "Stop it before I have to strike back and rip it off your head ag-"

We both heard a knock on the door, moving our heads towards it. Archie stepped in wearing the same clothes this morning with no sign of being tired and/or sweaty like one would typically be after any sort of exercise.

"Um, Betty we should talk." Archie said, getting Betty to shove me off in a playful way. We both laughed and I looked at him. "I thought you had football this morning?" I asked him, swatting Betty's hand away sometimes whenever she tried to strike at me. "Oh uh... it was canceled. Too hot or something. Anyways, Betty can you come?"

I looked at her cautiously but she smiled. "It's okay Juggie. We'll just be a second." She lifted herself off of me and kissed me on the cheek, giving her a moment of hesitation. He struck at my head and grabbed my beanie, running off with Archie into the hallway.