3rd Person POV.

Veronica and her mom finally arrived in Riverdale and are setting up in their luxury apartment.  She starts school in two days and she is excited but not really. She was a pretty mean person back in New York but she wants the past to be the past and she believes she will get a clean slate here in Riverdale.

Veronica's POV. 

"Thanks, Smithers," I said as Smithers, my Butler, took my bags. I looked at the apartment and sighed. I was pleased.

"Ugh. It's not the best but it will do" My mom said looking at the building. I rolled my eyes at her attitude and we walked inside. 

"Mom?" I said.

"Yes?" My mom replied.

"When is daddy being released from prison?" I asked.

She gave me a sad look then a sympathetic smile. "I don't know dear," She said.

"Ok" I sighed dismally then went to my room and unpacked.

We ate dinner then I went to my room and got ready for bed. Usually, I'll stay up a bit after dinner but I wanna be well-rested for my first week in Riverdale. After I got my pj's on, I got my essential oils to help me fall asleep and for the calming effect, and also because It smells good. I finished off by putting some rosemary oil on my temples then I got tucked under the covers. But not without saying goodnight to my mother first.

* 2:06 am*

Why the hell can't I sleep!? I thought at least the oils would work but they didn't. That's new. I rolled onto my side facing the window to try to get some sleep but looks like sleep didn't want some of me. ugh. I quietly got out of bed and snuck into the kitchen. I grabbed some fruit and sat on the stool. 

I assume my mother heard me because when I took a bite of my apple, I heard her footsteps.

" Que haces despierto tan tarde" My mother asked (what are you doing up so late?)

" No pude dormir, así que solo estoy comiendo fruta." I replied (I couldn't sleep, so I'm just eating some fruit)

"ah ok, well...try to go back to bed when you're done with your fruit, night Ronnie."

Ronnie...my mom never calls me Ronnie...

"Hey, mom?" I asked her

"...yes Veronica,"My mom said but this time her voice was different...my name rolled off her tongue like poison.

I slowly turned around and saw my mom standing there with this nefarious grin on her face.

"..m-mom?" I asked quietly,

she just laughed..why?

"wrong." She said in a deep demon-like voice after laughing. Before I could even react, she lunged towards me, and then I woke up in bed panting and sweating. I looked at the clock and it read 11:09 am. My mom just barged into my room and opened the window to let some light in. it was a dream?

" oh, your finally awake, I made breakfast, come out and eat after you have woken up some." She said in her normal voice.

"o-ok" I replied.

'You okay?" She asked, I could hear the fear in her voice. She sat down at the edge of my bed and looked at me with a frown.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just had a little..." I trailed off without finishing my sentence

'Nightmare?" She asked with a small smile on her face.

"Yeah..how did you know?" I asked.

"Well, when I was your age, me, my mamá y papá, and hermanas y hermanos would travel a lot. I was born in Mexico and when I was about your age, 15, we moved to New York. I was really scared and I was worried I wouldn't make any friends but I did. New York is where I met your father. When I went to sleep, I would have these creepy nightmares. Sometimes just plain weird. I talked to my therapist about it-" I cut her off.

"Wait..you had a therapist?" I asked.

"Well yes..having a therapist doesn't mean your crazy, just means you have things you're dealing with that you want to get off your chest and you don't want to talk about it to others. ANYWAYS! I talked to my therapist and she said I was homesick. That sometimes when you're in a new environment, it can be scary. The nightmares I had seemed so real, It was so weird. Sometimes I would have a nightmare where I got hurt and I would wake up with bruises. It was so strange. But once got used to where I was living currently, I stopped having nightmares. I still had sessions with my therapist, but I didn't need them as much anymore. I think when you get used to things, then you won't have a problem." My mom finished.

"ok..thanks for telling me that mom," I said.

"do you want to maybe have some sessions with a therapist?" My mom asked.

"no!" I answered quickly.

'There's nothing wrong with having a theri-" 

"NO!" I cut her off.

"Ok ok, She laughed, she kissed my forehead and got up off of my bed.

"Get dressed and come eat. I found some nice stores so we are going shopping so that you can go to your first day of school in style" She said smiling.

'Yes!  Thank you, mom!" I said gleefully jumping to my closet.

We ate then she took me to 18 stores and we got some amazing outfits. In total, we spent $600. I had the best day and I'm so ready for school tomorrow.

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wow. that took longer than expected but I am happy with the result.

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