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Go-To Girl, Chapter Four (cont)Riverdale squeaked by with a narrow victory, 25-24, thanks to Moose’s punt. The marching band broke into one last, uneven, blaring rendition of the school song in the bleachers as the teams left the field. Ethel and Trula finished packing up the remaining food supplies and bagging up the garbage. Miss Beazley counted up the earnings in the register and nodded approvingly.
“Good job, ladies. We practically sold out.”
“I can’t look at another hot dog,” Ethel admitted.
“Me, either,” Trula agreed. “I want a sundae!” That made Ethel fume all over again, but she said nothing.
“You girls can go ahead,” Miss Beazley told them, shooing them off. “You were a big help. Don’t stay out too late and worry your parents.”
“That’s never a problem,” Ethel muttered under her breath.
“What was that, sweetie?” Miss Beazley inquired.
“Nothing. Just… nothing. See you later, ma&
Go-To Girl, Chapter FourConcessions
Summary: Ethel rethinks her efforts at school spirit, and two boys begin to see her in a different light.
Author’s Notes: This fic doesn’t have that many readers, so I won’t make too many apologies about not updating it lately. Real life has been nuts. I haven’t written any fic in weeks, with the exception of a DeviantArt-only Weird Mysteries fic that I only managed to add five meager pages to, and a RoLo fic snippet that keeps eluding me, making me fear that it will suck. Happy writing, friends.
Ethel pulled down the lever on the Icee machine, dispensing it into two tall paper cups. “Ethel, we need two more pretzels without salt,” Trula nagged from the window. “Hurry up with those drinks!”
“Give me a minute, please.”
“Don’t add salt.”
“I heard you the first time.” Ethel wasn’t fond of the gossipy brunette, even though they were both on the booster committee and in French Club. T
She-Wolf, chapter twoChomp!
Summary: Betty stops by Dilton’s lab to drop something off. She picks something up in exchange, unbeknownst to her.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Archies. I make no money from the writing of this piece of sh- I mean, fiction.
“Dilton?” Betty called out as she wandered into Dilton’s laboratory, noticing that the door was ajar. “Dilly? Where are you?” Her greeting was met with the sound of claws scraping the floor and eager panting.
“WURF!” Pythagoras galloped into the main suite of the lab, tearing around the corner, and he leapt up, planting his large paws on her shoulders. The wolfhound gave her sloppy doggy kisses, leaving her both amused and repulsed.
“Down, boy! Come on, now! Down,” she beckoned. His tail thumped against her as she tried to settle him down. His slavering maw was wide open in the canine equivalent of a smile. She finally knelt down and scratched him behind the ears, and he heeled dutifully, content to
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