Winners

Winner Week 23 - Leticia

"Santa’s Helpers"

Written by Leticia
Starring Santa and the gang from Riverdale

December 23, 2007
Shortly before midnight, Archie was awakened by his cell phone – it wasn’t beeping, it was jingling like sleighbells.

He answered it. "Hello…"

"Archie! I need help. Quick, round up you friends, and dress warm. My sleigh is waiting."

"Who is this?" said Archie.

"Santa!"

Archie started to laugh, then heard a noise outside. He got up, ran to the window and looked out. There, on the lawn below was a sleigh… pulled by reindeer!

"Well, I’ll be," mumbled Archie.

Santa looked directly at him and waved. Archie was startled; how did he know that he was looking at him? And from that window?

"Well, are you coming, son?" asked Santa with concern.

"Well…um… ah…"

"I need your help."

Archie’s good nature told him he shouldn’t ignore his plea. So he ran to his closet, grabbed a pair of pants and said into his cell phone, "Okay, let me call my friends! I’ll see you later."

Once he changed, he quickly dialed every one of his friends and told them to rush on over.

"Duh, who's the wise-guy calling me so late?"

"Affirmative, Archie. I'm on my way."

"Why? What happened?" cried Jughead.

"Are you okay?" worried, Betty.

Archie told them the same answer, "I’ll tell you later! Please come over as fast as you can!"

And that’s what they all did. They found Archie sitting in a sleigh with a man dressed in a Santa suit. "Uh, what’s the emergency, Arch?" queried Jughead.

"Hop on, kiddies! We haven’t much time!"

They exchanged looks and hesitated to get into the sleigh. "Is he joking?" chuckled Reggie.

Archie was about to reply until Santa cut him off, "If you want that Jok-a-matic kit, you best behave tonight or else it goes to someone else."

"Sell it on eday," laughed Jughead.

Reggie grew pale: it was the real Santa! "What do you need us for?"

Santa let out a long sigh. "First things first. We have to capture Morty."

"Who is Morty?" asked Betty.

"He is an elf gone bad. He wasn’t a very happy elf since he first came to the north pole. I did all I could to make him happy. I gave him a place to stay, a nice job as a toy maker, and free food."

"Free food?!" slurped Jughead.

Santa let out a chuckle. "Yes." He then frowned. "Morty tried to kidnap Mrs. Claus but I was able to hide her somewhere else. So Morty made all the elves so sad that they began to cry."

Reggie snorted. "So what? Just cheer them up and move on."

"That’s where I need your help."

"Uh, you are Santa Claus, aren’t you?"

Archie shoved Reggie’s arm and shook his head. Santa paused before he answered, "I tried but I can’t seem to make them laugh. To bring them back to their cheerful self, they need to be cheered up by sweet, innocent kids. And only then, can they continue to finish making the rest of the toys."

"Don’t worry, Santa," cheered Betty. "We’ll make them happy again before the deadline."

"We have to hurry. There’s isn’t much time," shook Santa’s head.

"And what exactly do we have to do?" asked Veronica.

They made it to the north pole and once inside Santa’s workshop, they all spotted Morty destroying the toys still on the conveyor belts. "There he is!" shouted Santa.

"Duh, I’ll handle him Santa!" cried Moose as he ran his sleeves upward and stomped his way to Morty.

Reggie and Archie ran off along while Santa, Jughead and the girls ran to where the elves were. They entered into a huge room filled with crying elves and puddles of tears on the floor. "How long have they been crying?" questioned Jughead.

Santa looked so sad. "Two weeks."

"Two Weeks?!" they cried.

"The poor dears!" added Betty.

"Just then in rushed Morty with the guys behind that they accidentally shoved Jughead forward and fall into a huge pot of melted chocolate for homemade candy. Moose stumbled forward and stepped onto a row of feet; Reggie’s, Chuck’s, Veronica’s and even Santa’s foot. "Duh, uh oh!"

"Ow, ho, ho, ho!" cried Santa as he hopped on one foot.

"Ouch! Veronica grabbed her heel and threatened the guys, "Do you know how much these shoes cost me?"

"Hmmm, choooocoooolately!" mumbled Jughead, then dove back down into the chocolate.

Suddenly, they all froze stiff when they heard something loud. The elves were laughing! Archie looked up as he held onto Morty against the floor.

Santa limped forward a few steps and admired the sight of all his little elves happy again. He stretched out his arms and laughed with so much joy before he turned around and thanked Archie and his friends. "Thank you, my friends!"

"You can thank us by leaving us a really--REALLY nice gift under our trees," winked Reg.

Arch shook his head and said, "No, Reg. Santa, we’re just happy to have helped you. Now all the kids around the world will have their presents."

"Ho, ho, ho. Thanks to you and your friends."

As his gratitude, Santa left each of them a special present they all wanted except Reggie. He did get his joke-a-matic kit but he didn’t get the next set. He read the note attached to the gift and read, ‘You’ll get the next set next year if you are good. Santa."

As for Archie, he got an extra gift. He was puzzled when his father handed him a note that Christmas morning. "Archie, here’s a note for you. It was here on the Christmas tree."

Archie read it, "Look outside your backyard under the doormat. Then look outside your front street."

He ran off and did as the note said. "Hmm… keys?" He then ran outside through the front door and was stunned to see a beat up car parked next to the curb. His parents followed and were confused themselves.

"I got an old, beat up car?"

"Looks like it, son," said his father.

Then Archie was hit by a paper airplane over the head. "Hey!" He grabbed it and noticed the large, bold letters, "The other car in front of this one."

He looked up and his eyes lit up. It was a cool sports car with his name on the back license plate. "YES!!" He jumped with joy, rushed into the car and drove off for a cruise as his parents smiled and went back inside the house.

Week 21 Winner - Maddie F

Thanksgiving Fiasco

By Maddie F

‘Class, last year Coach Kleats’s 3rd hour P.E. class presented a small play about Thanksgiving to Riverdale Elementary,’ Miss Grundy explained as she entered her classroom of yelling, hollering students. ‘This year WE are going to be presenting.’
The class groaned loudly. Veronica gave Miss Grundy her best smile.
‘I’m a natural at acting, Miss Grundy,’ she gloated. ‘I’m practically a professional. I’ve starred in over 6 talk shows, more than 10 small skits produced by-’
‘Miss Grundy,’ Betty interrupted, raising her hand. ‘When will Auditions be held?’
‘I myself will be choosing the roles and directing the play,’ Miss Grundy replied proudly. ‘Now, take out your textbooks and turn to page 81...’

~

‘Archiekins,’ Ronnie said smoothly, ‘Gaston is preparing the best turkey for Thursday night. DO come over and join me for dinner.’ Archie nodded and drooled as Betty crossed her arms across her chest and scowled.
‘Guess what, gang?’ Archie exclaimed. ‘Miss Grundy told me today in Math that I’m gong to be Livestock Management & Organizer.’
‘What?’ Betty asked confused.
‘He means he’s in charge of fetching animals for the play,’ Jug explained, grinning as he slurped his chocolate soda.
‘I’m handling Props,’ Reg chuckled. ‘And Betty’s going to be doing decorations.’
‘I’m in charge of getting costumes!’ Veronica declared happily. ‘Of course, being Veronica Lodge, the costumes will be the BEST. Not like those mended by the Sewing Class Coach Kleats used last year.’
‘What about you, Jug?’ Archie asked as he sat himself down.
‘I’m in charge of the food,’ he responded, gulping down his burger.
‘If there’ll be any food left for the play,’ Reggie muttered. Betty and Veronica giggled.
‘Maybe we should use plastic food,’ Archie suggested, smiling.
‘But Thanksgiving isn’t about artificial things, Archie,’ Betty protested. ‘It’s about giving thanks for the real things we have. Like food. And shelter.’
‘You’re right, Betty,’ Pops intervened. ‘I’m going to be serving turkey pizza and turkey pie on Thursday.’
‘That’s a great idea, Pop,’ Jug drooled.
‘Pop, everyone’s probably going to be at home feasting with their family,’ Archie said. ‘But you can count on Jug to be here Thursday!’
Everybody laughed as Juggie nodded cheerfully.

~

On Wednesday, Miss Grundy called a Dress Rehearsal.
‘Everybody, take your places!’ she hollered. ‘Midge, stand a bit to the left! Chuck, go and stand beside the table!’
‘I think I did a spectacular job of decorating,’ Betty complimented herself.
‘I could’ve done better,’ Veronica scoffed. ‘The costumes look magnificent, however!’
‘Hmmpph!’ Betty snorted indignantly.
‘Action!’ Miss Grundy bellowed.
The rehearsal went wonderfully. Not one person made a mistake and everyone felt comfortable in their costumes. The only problem was, something was missing.
‘Something’s not right,’ Miss Grundy murmured quietly to Betty.
‘The turkeys,’ Betty commented. ‘There fake.’
‘Of course!’ Miss Grundy replied as she gave a start. ‘Why didn’t I see that? Where is that idiot Archie?’
‘The last time I saw him, Miss G., he was talking with the gang at Pop Tate’s on Monday!’ Juggie interrupted, coming up behind them.
‘Something’s fishy here,’ Miss Grundy muttered quietly. ‘He’s up to something.’
‘As usual,’ Jug smiled.
‘-And I’ve learnt my lesson. God has given me much, and I have given him nothing,’ Dilton said dramatically, in false tears.
‘You have given him your thanks, your appreciation, your love,’ Chuck replied in a deep, fatherly voice. ‘And that is all he wants.’
‘CUT!’ Miss Grundy yelled loudly. ‘That’s a wrap! Marvelous job, everybody! Tomorrow we’ll have live turkeys and real food! Rest and be prepared for tomorrow evening!’
Everybody vanished backstage and dispersed in seconds, chattering and gossiping about the play.

~Thursday~

‘Here it is the end of school today and still no Archie ... or live turkeys,’ Betty sighed to Miss Grundy after class had been dismissed.
‘I know Betty,’ Miss Grundy said exasperatedly. ‘I knew that boy would find a way to RUIN my beautifully written play. We’ll have to make do with what we’ve got.’
‘I guess so,’ Betty concluded. ‘I’ve got to go home and get ready for tonight, Miss G.! See you then!’
‘Goodbye, dear!’ Miss Grundy waved. After Betty had left the room Miss Grundy let her head fall onto her desk and sighed in pain and desperation.

~

‘Okay, places everyone! It’s show time!’ Miss Grundy grinned. ‘Chuck, step backwards a little! Ethel, fix your bonnet!’ She motioned to Juggie seated by the curtain. ‘Bring up the curtain! Action!’
‘The turkeys don’t look that bad, Miss G.,’ Betty commented silently as she watched from the audience. ‘They look ... alright.’
‘You know they don’t match the real thing,’ Miss Grundy sighed. ‘Oh well, I suppose it’s just as well. Coach Kleats had to use painted sneakers last year for his livestock.’
Betty imagined Coach Kleats smelly runners painted red, orange and brown and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
‘BLECH!’ a voice suddenly came from the stage. It was Chuck! In his hand was a bitten chicken leg.
‘Why do we have wax burgers and plastic chicken?’ he hollered angrily.
‘Jughead!’ Miss Grundy hissed.
‘Sorry,’ Jug burped. ‘Couldn’t help it!’
‘You won’t help it either when you have a month and a half of DETENTION!’ she snarled furiously. Jug’s jaw dropped and he turned a sickly green.
‘GANGWAY!’ came a shout from the doorway. Everyone wheeled around. It was Archie! He was holding a bright red leash from which five live turkeys had escaped. The animals ran all over the stage and clucked and clattered into the rows of seats in which the crowd was seated and everyone screamed and shrieked in horror. Some even bit ankles, toes and heels!
‘Aahh!’ a lady in a big flowery hat screamed. ‘The CHICKEN has my PURSE!’ It was true. A turkey was evasively dodging the lady under her feet, reaching arms and around her chair with her leather handbag in his beak.
‘Eek!’ the crowd yelled. ‘Aah!’ Miss Grundy groaned loudly and id her face in her hands.
‘Hey, come bac with those! They’re my-’ Dilton was shouting at a turkey who had just stolen his glasses and was running away into the panicking audience.
‘Ow!’ Dilton had bumped into a pole and collapsed backwards onto the food table, upsetting all its artificial contents.
‘Eek!’ Veronica screeched. ‘The mustard was real! It’s on my SHOE!’ It was indeed. It was splattered all over her spike heels and was flecked all over her shins and some was on her dress. Soon Miss Grundy’s superbly planned play was in chaos!
When the audience had screamed their lungs hoarse and had scattered from the auditorium at Riverdale Elementary, Miss Grundy commanded the entire RHS helpers to stay where they were. She could not find words to satisfy her anger.
‘You – How dare – the one year I’m picked to - Never, in all my years – Not once have I witnessed such OUTRAGEOUS behavior from any of my classes!’ she concluded, her voice echoing around the stadium. Archie turned aside, his face beet red.
‘Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones! YOU TWO are responsible!’ she bellowed into their sweating faces.
‘Heh heh,’ Archie stammered. ‘Got to go home for dinner, Miss G.!’ he said, trying to run away, but Miss Grundy grabbed his necktie and swung him around.
‘What have you got to say for yourself, young man?’ she asked angrily.
‘Uh, We would’ve been better off with fake turkeys?’ he guessed nervously.
‘Well, you were RIGHT!’ she yelled. ‘R-I-G-H-T! Why didn’t you tell me this RIGHT suggestion before?’
‘Heh heh,’ he chuckled. ‘I, uh-’
‘HOME! EVERYBODY!’ she shrieked, throwing her hands up into the air in despair and frustration.

~

‘I blew it, Pops,’ Juggie said sadly as he slurped his Frosty Vanilla and Mocha-Freeze Double-Fudge Low-Fat ice cream sundae.
‘Everybody makes mistakes, Jug,’ Pop reassured him. ‘You’re not the only one.’
‘What do you mean?’ he asked, startled.
‘Once, years ago, when I was but a lad, my school held a Christmas Caroling Choir. I signed up, thinking it might be a fun chance to meet new people and show the world I’ve got talent!’ He sighed.
‘And-?’ Jug asked curiously.
‘I bombed my first concert,’ Pop replied. ‘I screeched and boomed in such a way the audience demanded that they couldn’t hear their child sing and they were withdrawing their kid from the Holiday Program. I was punished and I had a month of detention. The Music Teacher seriously considered suspending me for the damage I had done to the school and its reputation!’
‘Wow,’ Juggie sighed.
‘Hey Pop, Jug,’ Archie greeted mournfully as he stepped inside. ‘I wrecked the play and Ms. Grundy is FURIOUS at me. I’m surprised she hasn’t started blowing fire.’
‘At least you’ve got the wonderful turkey dinner at Ronnie’s to look forward to,’ Pops commented. Then Ronnie stormed in.
‘Oops,’ Pop said nervously. ‘Did I speak too soon?’
‘ARCHIE ANDREWS! HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY COSTUMES LOOK BAD?? IN FRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE!’ she screamed.
‘The turkeys did it, Ron! I swear!’ Archie protested.
‘YOU’RE LUCKY I STILL DATE YOU AFTER ALL THAT'S HAPPENED BEFORE! YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT COMING OVER TONIGHT!’ she shrieked as she stomped away.
‘Gee, I wonder if I was unlucky?’ Archie asked curiously as he watched her rage out the door.

*****THE END****

Week 20 Winner - Kathi

A Halloween Tale

By Kathi

 

It's a crisp afternoon, the day of Halloween. Betty sits next to Sabrina Spellman during their final class before school was let out for the day. The whole room is abuzz with excitement about the night ahead. A few costumed students are scattered in the background.
Betty: "Sabrina, LOVE your witch costume, it seems so authentic!"
Sabrina: "Oh, thanks! Halloween IS my favorite holiday!"
Betty's pencil breaks.
Betty: "Shoot, that's my last one! Hey Sabrina, do you have a spare pencil?"
Sabrina: "Oh, certainly! Just keep it for the day, I won't need it at all."
Betty: "Thanks, you're a life saver!"
Suddenly, a roll of Lifesaver's appears on Betty's desk.
Betty thinks, "That's odd, I don't remember those being there... Oh well, must've been leftover from early Halloween candy fixes."
Later on, at the end of the class...
Betty raises her hand with the pencil in it, saying, "Ms. Grundy.." but as soon as she does, Halloween confetti bursts from the pencil, showering the class in glittering sequin pumpkins and ghouls.
Members of the class break out in applause, saying, "Neat trick, Bets" and, "Way to show some Halloween spirit!"
Betty: "Uhh, eeeyeahh... thanks.." obviously confused.
Ms. Grundy: "Well, that's it for today class, be safe tonight and don't stay out too late! We have our presentations tomorrow. And Betty, no more practical jokes after Halloween!"
Sabrina, sitting, while the rest of the class is cheering and running out of the class room: "Now that was odd, it's almost like she used ... "
In a panic, she looks into her book bag, and finds that a bottle of sparkling purple potion has leaked out over all her school supplies, including her pencils.
... MAGIC!"
Sabrina: "Oh no, the potion will have bewitched everything for the next day and night!!" (Little orange and black stars are shooting out of her back pack).
Sabrina: "Ive GOT to find Betty and get that pencil back!!"
She rushes to the window, trying to scope out Betty, and sees her outside getting into Archie's car.
Sabrina shouts, "Betty, WAIT!! DON'T GO!!"
but it's too late, and off Betty rides with the enchanted pencil.

Next FRAME, Sabrina runs into her house:
Sabrina: "Salem, I'm in major trouble!!"
Salem, sitting on the banister :Oh? How so?"
Sabrina: "Betty Cooper has a bewitched object on her hands, and I've got to get it back!!"
Salem: "Oh, my pretty, how DO you get into these fiascos? Well, not to worry, Old Salem is to the rescue! That is, as long as Old Salem gets a full supply of sardines..."
Sabrina: "I'll do whatever it takes, just help me before Hilda or Zelda finds out!"
Salem: "Alright, here's what we do..."
Later that evening, Betty arrives at a party where the whole gang is, all in costume.
Archie, dressed as a scarecrow, has a megaphone.
"Alright every one, the Halloween scavenger hunt through the Haunted Hallows and Grim Graveyards begins in 3, 2, 1, and we're off!!"

Everyone scurries around, pairing off into groups.

Veronica, dressed as a vampiress, latches onto Archie: "Archie-kins, I think our costumes go together the best, don't you?"
Jughead, as a tin man: "Yeah right! I say we all go together!"
Betty, as a genie, agrees.
Jughead, Betty, Archie and Veronica head off, when Jughead says, "We'll need a pen or something to mark off our clues"
Betty: "Oh, I brought one, right here!" offering the bewitched pencil from her pocket. Cobwebs shoot all over the place, and onlookers cheer once again, congratulating Betty.
Veronica, disdainfully: "Well, aren't we little Miss Spirited, today."
Betty, liking the attention, "Uhr, yeah, guess so!!"
Archie, "Well great Betty, this is just what we need to have a super creepy scavenger hunt!"
Veronica: "Ahem, the first clue tells us to find the oldest tree in the Haunted Hallows.. that's in the forest, right?"
Jughead: "Yup, sure is, maybe they'll have some refreshments there!"
Betty, laughing, "Yeah, and maybe we'll find a clue or two, also, Jug!"
IN THE HAUNTED HALLOWS:
Betty: "Wow, I forgot how creepy it is out here in the forest- I think that old tree over there has our clue!"

From a few feet away, Sabrina and Salem appear in a poof behind a tree.
Sabrina: "Okay, there they are.. now I somehow gotta get Betty to give me back that pencil before too much else happens!"
As soon as she says this, a little explosion of bats occurs next to them, revealing a dark haired man with pointy ears.
Sabrina: "Cousin Ambrose!! WHAT are YOU doing here??"
Ambrose: "Well, seeing as how you didn't want to join your own family on this festive occasion, I thought I'd come over to you!"
Sabrina: "Well, keep it down, there are MORTALS here, you know. We can't do anything to scare them or make them ask any questions!"
Ambrose: "By doing what, something like this?" A zap comes from Ambrose's finger.

Suddenly, the old tree that the gang is inspecting comes alive, a giant face forming in its bark.
Tree, in spooky voice: "Leeeaave me alooonne, you terrrrible teeeeeens!!!! Leeeavve this plaaaaaceee forevaaaahhhh!!!!!"
Archie and the gang all look at each other for a second, and break out into a scream in unison: "AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
Jughead: "It's an evil tree, head for the hills!!!"
The gang runs off, further into the forest.
Sabrina: "AMBROSE, YOU NUISANCE!!! NOW YOU"VE RUINED EVERYTHING!!"
Ambrose: "Well, what do they expect?! They're IN the Haunted Hallows!"
Sabrina: "You just lost me my way out of punishment from the aunts!! One of those girls has a pencil that I accidentally bewitched!!"
Ambrose: "Hmm, well, I think I still hear them screaming, they aren't that far off...
(to the tree) Evening Bob."
Old Tree: "Yo 'Brose."
Sabrina: We've GOT to get that PENCIL!!
Meanwhile, the gang has stumbled across the next clue(A big jack o lantern:
Betty, reading the next clue:
"By a grave stone, ye may see, a ghost, a ghoul, one, two or three.. okay, I'll mark that clue off." (she marks the clue with her pencil).
Suddenly, from behind them, they hear a moaning sound:
"Ooouuuhhhhggghhhhg!"
Veronica: "Yikes! What was that??"
From behind a tree, they see an apparition, with dim lights coming out of ghastly socketed eyes, moaning.
Archie: "It’s the ghost of the Hallows, RUN for your LIVES!!!" They take off, and soon after, Sabrina follows with Ambrose and Salem.
The gang heads into the graveyard, and Jughead says, "Y'know, I don't think I've ever had a Halloween quite like this one!"
the rest: "ME NEITHER!!!"

Week #19: Author’s Choice Winner - Jeremy

The Back Problem
Written by Jeremy

Everything was fine in Riverdale High. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining and most of all, the students were happy. They were walking around, talking to their friends and doing their own things. Some of them were in the porch hanging around. Most of them were either in the classrooms having classes or in the cafeteria having an early lunch.

But as the students were having their lunch break, Mister Weatherbee’s problem had just begun. He was in his office, toiling away on the hundreds upon hundreds of reports he had to edit and sign, frowning at the occasional hard ray of light which pierced through the clear window. It was one of those days when he had too much work lying on his desk. The high stacks on his table were so high that even Mister Weatherbee felt a little tired just looking at them.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, he could hear his stomach making some strange noises as he got through the second stack. Mister Weatherbee knew then that he had to have his lunch, but he also knew that these reports were urgent; he had to finish them by tomorrow and he saw that he wasn’t even half of the way through. Just one of those days I guess, he thought and sighed as he resumed his editing.

It was then that Archie entered the office, holding a ring binder carrying many papers.

“Good morning, Mister Weatherbee!” Archie smiled as he greeted.

“What brings you to my office, Andrews?” was what Mister Weatherbee said in reply, “oh no!” was what he said to himself.

“I’m just here to hand you the report you wanted, sir!”

Upon hearing that, Mister Weatherbee wanted to sob tears of joy, but he merely said, “That was fast! Put it on the file cabinet over there, I will go through it when I’ve finished reviewing these reports.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Weatherbee!” Archie smiled. He looked proud of himself for being so punctual for this particular report. He even wanted to do a dance of joy around the office but of course he didn’t.

Archie turned and walked but something caught his eye. He saw the many thick piles of papers Mister Weatherbee had on his desk and he also saw the sad, stressed look he had on his face. Mister Weatherbee looks rather stressed and tired today….Maybe I could help with that! Archie thought. He turned from the almost opened door and faced Mister Weatherbee. The door clicked back into place.

“Sir, would you like a cup of coffee?” Archie asked with his most sincere voice.

“Oh, that would be great! And maybe, can you get me some lunch from the cafeteria as well? I’m famished.”

“Alright. Be right back!” Archie walked out the office.

What a thoughtful boy! Mister Weatherbee thought with a smile, as he got back to work on his reports.

In the cafeteria, Archie met Miss Beazley, who was busy serving the students who were queuing up. The cafeteria was packed full of people and Miss Beazley was as busy as ever.

“Eh, Miss Beazley…”

Miss Beazley didn’t reply. She was so preoccupied in her work that she didn’t even notice Archie.

Archie tried again. “Miss Beazley!”

This time Archie saw Miss Beazley turn here and there before looking at him. “Oh, Archie, what’s the matter?”

“It’s Mister Weatherbee, I’ve volunteered to fetch him his lunch and a cup of coffee to go along with it.” Archie tried to look serious but deep inside he knew he was feeling mighty proud of himself. He couldn’t help it; after all he was helping Mister Weatherbee.

“Ah huh.” She pointed towards a tray packed full of food at the far end of the table on the other side of the counter, the tray that was no doubt Mister Weatherbee’s, and then pointed towards the coffee machine near the wall on the right. Archie squinted as a sharp ray of sunlight pierced through the window there. After pointing to those two things, Miss Beazley went back to scooping food for the students. Miss Beazley must be super busy today, Archie thought as he went to the coffee machine.

After a couple moments of tinkering with the machine, he emerged with a steaming hot (and nice smelling) cup of coffee. It was the black one which Mister Weatherbee liked. Archie, of course, knew what type of coffee Mister Weatherbee liked. What self respecting student wouldn’t know what type of coffee Mister Weatherbee liked, Archie thought. After picking up the tray of food and holding it up like a waiter, he went out the cafeteria door and towards Mister Weatherbee’s office, whistling.

In his office, Mister Weatherbee looked at the three remaining stacks of papers which were still on the desk. At this moment, to Mister Weatherbee, the three stacks of papers might as well be the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building and the New York Times Building. “How am I going to finish this by tomorrow?” muttered Mister Weatherbee.

Just then, Archie entered with the tray of food on his left hand and the cup of coffee on the other.

But he tripped.

“Sir, here’s your lun…AAAHHH!” The tray of food and the cup of coffee tumbled and all of it flew. All of a sudden everything started to move in slow motion, it was like time had slowed for that split second or two. Mister Weatherbee started standing up. He had a look of dismay on his face, but there was nothing he could do. The food and the coffee splashed onto the papers…

When Archie picked himself from the ground, he saw a distraught looking Mister Weatherbee staring at the papers and feeling through them with his fingers. He saw the pure sorrow in his eyes.

“No, no, no, no…..” Mister Weatherbee picked up a coffee stained stack.

“GULP!! OH NOOOOO…” Archie could only stand and watch with an expression of disbelief and fear.

Then he saw Mister Weatherbee focusing his eyes on him…

“Archie!!! Why do these things always happen when you are around?!” shouted Mister Weatherbee.

A pause. Archie wanted very much to find a hole to hide.

“Mister…Weatherbee….”Archie started. But before he could get off any more words, Mister Weatherbee shouted again. “I give you one minute; go get a mop, some water and some washing fluid!!!” Archie felt the powerful wind from that shout blowing through his hair and on his face.

“But…Sir…I’m sorry!”

“I said, go get it right now!!!” Mister Weatherbee shouted, this time Archie almost got lifted off the ground from the sheer power.

Gulp! Archie ran out of the office.

A few moments later, Archie came walking down the corridor, this time with a mop and a pail of water mixed with washing fluid. He knew he had messed up big time, he knew Mister Weatherbee was really mad that time, he saw the thick veins on his forehead appear when he was shouted at, and they looked like they were going to burst. Archie was now sweating a lot and he was getting very tired, his legs and arms were sore from the constant walking and carrying. He knew that if he had a good chance of making things right, it was right now. He would go in and clean the mess up and maybe help him stack up the papers again. That was the least he could do, thought Archie.

He sighed as he entered the office. But just then his right leg got caught by the carpet and he fell forwards.

This time, instead of food and coffee, it was soap water which flew through the air, towards Mister Weatherbee, towards the reports, towards the desk, towards the window behind the desk, everything. Mister Weatherbee squinted as some of the water splashed into his eyes, causing him momentary blindness. Archie fell with his arms first onto the floor and the once full pail, which was now empty, hit the backboard of the desk with a loud thud. Archie was glad he didn’t hit anyone with it when he flunked the pail as he fell. Not that it mattered a lot to him at this moment.

“Argghhh!!! Archie!!! Get out!!! Get OUT!!!” Mister Weatherbee shouted. Archie could only run.

At Pop’s, Archie’s friends were consoling him.

“Why is it every time I try to do something good for Mr.Weatherbee I always end up messing things up? Sigh.” said Archie.

“What happened, Archie?” Veronica asked.

Ronnie, Jughead and Betty have a look of concern on their faces. They were sipping at their chocolate shakes just as Archie was sipping his too.

Archie blinked. “It’s about Mr.Weatherbee…this afternoon I spilled coffee and a tray of food all over his reports...” He blinked again and then looked down.

“A tray of food?” Jughead asked.

“I was bringing it to him, Jug. He was too busy to go to the cafeteria.” said Archie.

“Now he avoids me like a plague…..” Archie added after taking a sip from his cup.

Archie looked up from where he was and saw Reggie smiling at him with his trademark obnoxious smile from the next table. Oh no…just what I didn’t need…Archie thought.

“Cheer up, Archiekins. I’m sure everyone makes mistakes once in awhile. You just have to be more careful next time.” Betty said with her soothing voice. Archie could not help but smile a little at that. No one but his friends could make him smile even at such bad moments.

“Telling Archie to be careful is like telling a dog to talk! It’s just impossible!” Reggie retorted from his table. Archie’s smile subsided.

“Oh, shut your gap!” Jughead answered back with anger. Thanks Juggy!

“Hey, I was just trying to help.” Reggie replied with his not-so-sincere smile.

Ronnie changed the subject. “Ignore that jerk. I’m sure you will be fine, Archiekins.”

“Just apologize to Mr.Weatherbee when you get the chance…Tell him you will be more careful next time. Alright?” Betty said with an encouraging smile.

“Yeah and also tell him that you meant well and stuff.” added Juggy.

Archie looked up, wide eyed. His friends could see him thinking through the situation.

Archie thought about it for a few more minutes then replied “That’s right, guys! I will do exactly that, I will apologize to him tomorrow!” His friends saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“That’s the way!” Jughead exclaimed.

At school the very next morning, Mister Weatherbee was feeling better already. He had two students, two seniors, and Miss Grundy to help with his reports. They had spend the past one night and the whole of today's morning doing the reports, stacking them and making sure all of them were arranged in a proper manner. Meanwhile, Mister Weatherbee kept signing and signing them, and to his amazement he saw he was finishing. Hallelujah!!! It must be a miracle, thought Mister Weatherbee.

And about an hour later before lunch time, he had indeed finished signing the reports.

“Thank you, thank you, and thank you.” He told the students and Miss Grundy as they left the office.

“You’re welcome!” They answered as they left. In Mister Weatherbee’s mind, fireworks, the kind which only appears on New Year’s Day, went off in a dazzling array of bright lights and colors.

And within another hour he had finished keeping the reports in his cabinets on the far wall of his office.

”It’s a good thing I got my reports filed! That Archie with his butter legs has caused me enough hardship!” said Mister Weatherbee as he closed the last cabinet, a relieved look on his face. But, although he was relieved to have finished everything, he looked like he had just fought through World War three. His back was aching, almost to the extent of probably not being able to sit down again for the rest of the afternoon.

With the enormous amount of time he had spent sitting down at his desk, it came to him as no surprise that he was feeling a little sore. I must be getting old, Mister Weatherbee thought.

With a pained face, he trudged to the front of his desk and rested his right hand on his back, while supporting himself with the other hand. He could hear the birds chirping outside with a stunning clarity. It was almost ironic to have birds chirping right outside the window when he’s feeling so much pain…

The, almost to his surprise, Mister Weatherbee saw Archie walk in. He saw that he was walking just two steps when he tripped on the carpet for the umpteen time. This time everything slowed again, everything was back into slow motion. He noticed how Archie fell very slowly towards his back. Archie had his hands up and he was shouting something, but he couldn't hear anything. For that moment it was as if everything else had been shut out from him.

“ARGH!” was what Archie had shouted.

Archie crumpled onto Mister Weatherbee’s back, a comedic sight. Mister Weatherbee was trying to hold onto the table but Archie was too heavy, so they both fell onto the ground.

Lying facedown on the ground, Mister Weatherbee had only one thing on his mind, which was to shout into Archie’s face so loud the whole school could hear it. He started crawling up on his legs and he saw Archie face down on the ground.

Mister Weatherbee hurried to pull him up. And when he had pulled him up he started opening his mouth. This was going to get ugly, thought Archie.

“Andre…”

But Mister Weatherbee knew something was strange, he no longer felt any sharp pain on his upper back. In fact, he was feeling better than ever. He stretched his back once more just to see if there was any more pain, but there was nothing. At that moment, he didn’t know whether to smile or to frown, he was speechless. He felt good.

“Hmmm….Hey, my back isn’t sore anymore….I feel so much better now!” Mister Weatherbee said. Archie looked confusedly at him, thinking. No scolding?

Before he could gather his thoughts, Mister Weatherbee put his right hand over his shoulder and said “Come on, Archie! Let me reward you with some milkshakes. I’ll drive.”

“Eh… What? You want to buy me milkshakes? Sir...You… you are no longer angry with me?” Archie looked even more confused than ever.

“I guess not.”

Ronnie and Betty were at the foyer when they saw both of them walk out the front entrance of Riverdale High.

“Look!” said Betty as she pointed at the two of them.

“Looks like our advice worked!” Veronica said.

Both of them smiled.

THE END!

Week 18 WinnerS - Morgie and Joe Cool

Winner #1

Show Your Riverdale Spirit

By Morgie

Cheer 1:

BullDogs, Racoons its all the same, all you need to win is to play a good game. With Archie by your side, you’re never going to fail. Pass the ball to Reggie and You'll prevail!

Cheer 2:
Lets GO GO GO GO!
Hit em high, Hit em low
Riverdale’s gonna win so....
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, look out (Opposing team name) We got you beat!

Why I love Riverdale High
Riverdale is such a positive place to be. It’s really impossible to explain why I love it. Everyone is friends with everyone. No one EVER feels excluded or unwanted. Even the teachers share a special bond with all their students. Riverdale High is basically the ideal school. Sure they hit rough patches along the way, like everyone else, but their spirit and positive attitude is really what makes all the difference.
GO RIVERDALE

Winner #2

Show Your Riverdale Spirit

By Joe Cool

Cheer 1:

COME ON ALL YOU RACCOON FANS! LET ME SEE YOU CLAP YOUR HANDS!!! (Clap hands 11x)

NOW THAT YOU'VE GOT THE BEAT, LET ME SEE YOU STOMP YOUR FEET! (Stomp feet 11x)

NOW THAT YOU'VE GOT THE GROOVE, LET ME SEE YOUR BODIES MOVE! (Go crazy for the count of eight)

Cheer 2:

WHO ARE WE? RIVERDALE!!!
WHO ARE WE? RIVERDALE!!!
WHAT DO WE NEED? PSYCH!!!
WHAT DO WE NEED? PSYCH!!!
WHAT DO WE NEED? PSYCH! PSYCH! PSYCH!!!

Why I Like Riverdale

I like Riverdale because it's a nice place to get away to when life in "the real world" is so crazy and confusing. This place just seems so down to earth!

Week 17 Winner - Tina!

The Worst School Lunch Ever

By Tina

After Ms. Beazly grabbed the chili powder by mistake, she accidentally grabbed the hot pepper, thinking it was sugar. Because she likes things ‘sweet,’ she poured in half of the container. Little did she know that her ‘sweet’ chocolate cake was about to be as spicy as a jalapeno. She began stirring her ingredients when Svenson walked by the cafeteria. He stopped dead in his tracks due to the horrific smell leaking out of the room.
“Yiminy!” Svenson cried, dashing off to Mr. Weatherbee’s office.
MR. WEATHERBEE’S OFFICE
Mr. Weatherbee enters his office with a smile on his face. He walks to the window, throwing it open, taking in the beautiful scenery of Riverdale.
“Ahh! The birds are chirping! The flowers are blooming! The smell is…”
“AWFUL!” screams Svenson as he bursts into the office.
Mr. Weatherbee whirls around, facing Svenson with a frightened face.
“What? What is it Svenson?” Mr. Weatherbee yelps.
“The cafeteria! It on VIRE!”
“What?”
“VIRE!”
“Fire?”
“Yes, dat vat I say. Vire!”
“Quick! Svenson! Pull the fire alarm! Evacuate the building!” Mr. Weatherbee screams.
Svenson races off while Mr. Weatherbee frantically gets on the loud speaker.
“Attention, students. Do not panic, but – THERE’S A FIRE! EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!” So much for being calm.
Mr. Weatherbee runs out of his office, running into Archie along the way.
“Sir!” Archie says.
“No time now, Archie! We’ve got to move! Move, move, move!”
“But, Sir,” Archie protests.
“Archie! Unless you want detention for two months you will be quiet and evacuate the building in an orderly fashion!” Mr. Weatherbee barks, quickly disappearing into a classroom.
Archie exits the building as Mr. Weatherbee yells orders at anyone still in the halls.
OUTSIDE
Once outside, Archie meets up with the gang along the sidewalk. All are surveying the scene.
“I don’t see no fire, do you Reg?” Jughead asks.
Reggie takes a glance away from his mirror saying, “Do you notice how well the light bounces off my hair from out here?”
“What a time to think about you hair, Reggie!” Veronica yells.
“What? If the school goes down there’s bound to be a camera crew somewhere!” Reggie replies.
Ms. Grundy joins Mr. Weatherbee and Professor Flutesnoot, who are all waiting for a sign of the infamous fire.
“It doesn’t look like there’s a fire,” states Ms. Grundy.
“You just wait, Geraldine, they always start off slow,” replies Mr. Weatherbee.
“Sir?” Archie asks.
“Archie! What did I tell you?” yells Mr. Weatherbee.
“I know, Sir, but I thought this was important,” says Archie.
“Archie! What you think is important and what I think is important is two different things!”
“But, Sir…”
“Okay, Archie. What is it?”
“I was supposed to tell you that Ms. Beazly refuses to leave her kitchen without a fight, especially since she is baking a cake.”
“That’s nice, Archie, now…WHAT?!”
“Ms. Beazly said…” Archie starts.
“You mean the old girl is still in there?!”
“Yes, Sir. I’ve been trying to tell you, but…”
“Well, why didn’t you say something?! Svenson!”
“Yes, Zir?”
“We’ve got one still in there!”
“Who, Zir?”
“Beazly!”
“Oh, no! And to think that today was the day she was going to make that chocolate cake!”
“Never mind the cake, Svenson! We’ve got to get her out!”
“Well, Zir. There’s only one thing to say.”
“What’s that?” Mr. Weatherbee asks.
“CHARGE!”
Svenson sprints back to the school, leaving the students of Riverdale safely behind.
IN CAFETERIA
Ms. Beazly has finished baking her cake and has begun to open the oven when Svenson storms in.
“Beazly! Ve got to get out!”
“Why for?” Ms. Beazly asks.
“There’s a vire!”
“A what?”
“A vire!”
“A fire?”
“Yes, ve go! NOW!”
Ms. Beazly ignores Svenson and opens up the oven, releasing the horrific smell once again. Svenson sniffs in the air.
“See? Smell that? Vire!”
“Nothin’ doin’ you ninny! It’s my cake that’s makin’ that smell,” Ms. Beazly replies.
“Vat?”
“See? Sniff!” Ms. Beazly puts the cake under Svenson’s nose. He takes a big whiff, causing his eyes to water.
“Ooh! There’s vire,” he says.
“Yes, except it is supposed to be chocolate cake.”
“Gee, I wonder why it smell so funny?” Svenson wonders.
“I don’t know. I didn’t do anything different…” Ms. Beazly says.
“Vell, one thing is for sure.”
“What’s that, Svenson?”
“At least Jughead will eat it!”
Ms. Beazly and Svenson share a laugh.
LATER
After much explaining, the school returns to normal. Classes have resumed, and it is finally lunch period. The gang rushes to the cafeteria to eat after much havoc.
“What’s that funny smell?” asks Betty.
“Who knows? Probably the FIRE! Ha!” says Reggie.
“What’ll you have today, Jug?” asks Ms. Beazly at the lunch line.
“Well, I guess I’ll have the pizza, some burgers, a few dogs, that coleslaw, and let’s see - what for dessert? I know, how about some of that cake?”
“I made it special this morning!” replies Ms. Beazly.
After going through the line, everyone sits down at their lunch table, ready to eat. Jug inhales half his food in one breath, like usual.
“Geez, Jug. Take a breath, will ya?” Reg jokes.
“What? I’m hungry,” replies Jughead.
“You’re always hungry!” says Archie.
LUNCH LINE
Just then, Mr. Weatherbee strolls into the cafeteria, observing the students.
“Well, Beazly, everything seems to have calmed down now.”
“That’s for sure.”
“Have anything interesting on the menu today?” Mr. Weatherbee asks.
“Well, I baked this cake this morning…”
GANG’S TABLE
“Yum, I can’t wait to eat this cake!” Jughead says.
“It looks a little hot yet, Jug. Why don’t you wait for it to cool off?” says Betty.
“Yeah! You wouldn’t want your mouth to catch on FIRE! Ha!” Reggie laughs.
LUNCH LINE
“Well, Beazly, I think you’ve sold me on that cake. It looks mighty interesting,” says Mr. Weatherbee.
“You bet, Mr. W!”
Ms. Beazly cuts him a piece, putting it on his plate.
“Why don’t you try it now?” asks Ms. Beazly.
“Okay!” Mr. Weatherbee replies.
GANG’S TABLE
Jughead sinks his teeth into the cake. Suddenly, his eyes bug out of his head! His skin turns red! He opens his mouth and giant flames burst out!
“FIRE!” yells Archie, jumping out of his seat.
LUNCH LINE
Mr. Weatherbee holds a piece of Ms. Beazly’s cake in his hands, about to bite.
“Yeah – right…”

Week 16 Winner - The New Kid by Katie L.

"Katie!" my mom called out into the hall, "Something came in the mail for you from your new school!"
"I'll be right down!" I shouted, setting a big box of my things on the floor of my empty bedroom. My family had just moved to ANOTHER new house. This time it was in Riverdale. I was less than thrilled about starting fresh in a whole new school system, but there was nothing I could do about the move now, I'd just have to make it through. I ran down the stairs to find a letter in the middle of the kitchen counter and a note right next to it. I picked up the letter first and tore open the seal. It read: Dear New Student,
Welcome to Riverdale High School! We are very excited to have you join us, and hope a very promising school year lies ahead. You will need a three ring binder complete with 8 labeled tab dividers. 3 pencils and 2 pens are needed for each class, so please come prepared. You will recieve your schedule in homeroom on the first day of school, it will list in order your class, teacher, and room the class will be in every day for the rest of the school year. Your homeroom teacher is Ms. Grundy who is located in room #125. The first day of school is September 7th, we hope to see you there!
Sincerely,
Principal Waldo Weatherbee

"Sounds nice enough..." I said to myself as I picked up the note. It was from my mom saying that she'd gone to take the puppy, for a walk and to take a shower and get ready for dinner. "Guess I'd better take a shower then..." I said, "I've got to be ready for tomorrow."
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The night had gone by unusually fast and before I knew it, the morning had come and my mom, sister, and I were in the car on the way to drop me off at RHS.
"Have a good day sweetie!" my mom told me cheerily as she pulled up in front of the school.
"Okay mom... see you later!"
"Bye Katie!!! Have a good day!!!" my little sister shouted after me as I stepped out of the car.
"Alright, you to! Tell dad goodbye for me!" I slammed the car door shut and began to walk up the concrete steps to Riverdale High. "This is it." I thought as I yanked open the heavy door and took a step forward. I walked right into the middle of the complete chaos of people running around aimlessly to get to their homeroom. I spotted room #125 at the end of the hall and headed towards it. But before I could get half-way to my destination a large paper airplane whizzed right by my head. "EEP!" I exclaimed as a voice behind me shouted, "Sorry! HEY ARCH, HEADS UP!!!" A boy in a maroon t-shirt with a big white "S" printed on the front began to run towards his red-headed friend whom I was guessing was "Arch."
"Gee, we're real sorry... what's your name?"
"Hi, I'm Katie... I'm new here."
"Hi! I'm Archie and this is Jughead," the red-haired one said as he gestured to his friend, "I hope you like it here at good ol' Riverdale High!"
"Thanks Archie... Jughead I love your hat!" I had just noticed that on top of his head sat a gray crown with a funny looking pin on it. It was positioned slightly askew and was very unique... yet strangely, I really liked it!
"Thanks!" he said.
"Well..." I began, "it was really nice meeting you, but I've got to get to homeroom now!"
"Okay... see you at lunch Katie!" Archie said, walking off with Jughead.
___________________________

The rest of the morning went pretty much the same... I met the rest of Archie's friends, Betty, Veronica, Ethel, Dilton, Moose, Midge, Chuck, Nancy, and Reggie. Pretty soon it was lunch time.

I stood in the surprisingly short lunch line and waited as the cafeteria lady heaped some sort of greeny brown sludge onto my tray.
"Uh... thanks?" I said as I walked away.
"Hey... Katie, over here!" Archie shouted as I headed over to the lunch table where everyone was sitting.
"Hi guys!" I greeted them, happy I had made friends so easily.
"Oooo!" Veronica exclaimed, "She didn't bring a bag lunch!"
"Yeah, about that..." I started, "may I ask what is this stuff on my tray??!!"
"Ha-ha!" Betty laughed, "Ms. Beazly's home cooking, I think it's supposed to be meatloaf."
"Oh joy." I said
"You can share my lunch." Betty offered, handing me half of her turkey sandwhich.
"Thank you soooo much!" I said, "I owe you for this!"
"It's no problem." Betty said.
"Hey... where's Dilton?" I asked, suddenly realizing that Riverdale's resident genius was nowhere to be found.
"I'm not sure," Ethel answered, "I think he's in the la..." she was cut off by a loud BOOOOOM echoing through the school.
"Yep!" Nancy giggled, "You were right Ethel, he WAS in the lab!" The whole table burst out laughing as Dilton walked up, his face and part of his shirt completely black.
"You okay Dilt?" Chuck questioned as Dilton went to sit down.
"Yep, I'm fine," he said, "just poured a little to much chemical into the already existing mixture." PFFFFTTTTT!!!
"Hyuk! Hyuk!" Reggie laughed guiltily as Dilton pulled out the whoopie cushion from underneath him.
"Thanks Reg," he said, "let's not start that again this year!" Everyone began to chuckle once more. I was still shocked that I had made such wonderful friends!
___________________________

Soon the school day was over and I was stepping into the car with my mom, dad, and little sister again to go home.
"Sooo..." my mom and dad said in unison, "how was your day?!"
I filled them in on my first day at RHS and how great all my new friends were.
"Oh, Kate I'm so happy for you!" my mom exclaimed.
"Me too," my dad said, "you handled the upset of switching schools really well honey."
"Thanks guys," I began, "but from now on can I bring a bag lunch?"
THE END

Week 15 – Story Contest Winner - "Angel is my name"

That Was a Dream?

Written by:  angel_is_my_name:

 

"Betty! Betty, wait up!" shouted Archie before Betty could enter the school building.

Betty whipped around. "What is it Archie? What's the matter?"

"I just wanted to know if we were still on for tonight."

"Huh?" asked a confused Betty. "I thought you had a date with Ronnie tonight?"

Archie looked confused. "Ronnie?? Who's Ronnie?" he demanded.

"What do you mean who's Ronnie? She's your girlfriend!" shouted Betty.

"Girlfriend!?! Betty, you’re insane. You know you're my only girlfriend." With that, Archie planted one right on Betty lips before she could say anything else then ran into the building. The bell rang, knocking her out of her day-dreaming and she immediately ran inside. To her surprise the halls were full. No one seemed to be in rush to get to class. The bell rang a second time and still no one seemed to budge.

"Hey, back off my girl before I knock your block off!” The voice sounded familiar. Reggie Mantle! Betty ripped through the halls to see if he could explain what was going on but when she finally reached him, a fist waving in Moose’s face, a Midge standing off to the side. Once again she was confused.

“D-uh, we wasn’t flirtin’ we was just talkin’, I swear!” said a trembling Moose.

“Moose could easily take out Reggie but why is Moose the one who’s afraid and since when is Midge Reggie girl?” Betty thought.

Betty quickly whirled around and bumped into another so-called friend of hers. “Watch where you’re going,” scolded a voice.

“Veronica, I’m so glad to see you!”

“Do I know you?”

“No me??? Ron, I’m your best friend!!”

“Friend?! I’ve never seen you a day in my life!” screeched Veronica.

“Ron, stop playing games. You need to talk to Archie, he thinks I’m his only girlfriend and--”

“You mean Archie Andrews? Yuck!!! Juggikens is the only man for me.”

Just then Betty opened her eyes and saw her room. “That was a dream?!?” she though to herself. “It felt so real!”

Immediately she grabbed her phone and called Veronica. “Hello?” said a groggy voice.

“Ron, it’s me. You won’t believe the dream I had. Reggie was Midge’s boyfriend! Archie didn’t know who you were, and you were dating Jughead and--” *Click* “Hello? Hello? Ron, you there?”

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Week 14 Story Contest Winner - TownGirl

The Best Campfire Story Ever!
By Town Girl

Part 1

Betty was packing...

Goggles, check! Swimsuit, check! Towels check! Matches, check!

Betty was packing for a camping trip to Hollow Woods!

Luckily for Veronica, it was a decent place to camp!

Ding Dong! The doorbell rang...

Betty answered the door...

Oh Archie! Betty exclaimed happily.

I'm just finishing up packing! Come in!

Hello Betty! Archie exclaimed.

Veronica is still packing, Jug is finished...

And every body else is almost done! Archie explained.

Oh! Well that's good! Replied Betty... I just need a few more things on the list!

Betty finished packing...

Later...

Hi Veronica! Midge, Nancy, Chuck, Moose, Reggie, Dilton, Jughead, Ethel! Betty greeted every one...

Hi Bets! Veronica exclaimed...

Archie... I hope you didn't forget the map! Betty told him.

Don't worry! I have it all here! Said Archie, patting his huge tote.

Alright... Should we hit the road? Asked Nancy...

Let’s go! decided Midge.

The gang hoped in Archie's huge truck... And hit the road!
Later...

Archie... Are you SURE you know where you’re going? questioned Veronica.

Yes, yes! I know! exclaimed Archie.

Hmmm... It's not correct! There’s no ancient pine tree! Dilton called from the back.

Oh no! Betty noticed Archie was holding the map, UPSIDE DOWN!

Archie! Archie! WAIT! Betty called.

Archie was nearing a cliff... Wait!

Part 2

The truck was tipping...

STOP! STOP! Every one called...

I can't! Archie explained...

The truck began to fall...

Gang? Archie asked.

Yeah Arch? Replied Chuck...

This truck is a rental! Archie yelled...

That just made every one scream MORE!

Help! Help! Veronica called... Clinging to Archie...

Calm down Veronica! Exclaimed Betty... If we do fall, we will land in the water!

Every one looked down, then SCREAMED!

That's too far to land!

It's a 50 foot fall! Calculated Dilton...

Duh... Is NOW a time to do math? Moose asked.

We are falling! Reggie reminded them.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

The truck fell down....

SPLASH!

Help! We are sinking! Ethel cried...

Not even a triple cheese burger can make this better! Admitted Jughead.