"The greatest oak was once a little nut who held its ground. "

“I am sure we stayed home when I was little but I don’t really remember any Christmas where we stayed completely at home. We’ve always done something and gone somewhere.” Ginger smiled, listening to the other girl talk about her Christmas. “Was your Christmas at least enjoyable even if you didn’t do much?” 

        “  i mean  -  riverdale isn’t  that  bad !   but i’m  inclined  to agree  .   it gets  far too cold  here during the winter  .   i’d much prefer to be on vacation  .  ”  

Cheryl: You are cordially invited to my (now) annual Secret Santa! If you think this message was sent to you by accident, chances are you are absolutely correct, but for those of you who wish to participate in the wondrous event that is gift giving this season, please let me know so my dearest Nana Rose and I can sort out pairs. (Note: I will not be taking suggestions for pairs, you get who you’re given.) There’s a measly $50 spending limit since I know a lot of you are closer to borderline poverty than others.

Cheryl: Have your gifts ready by the 23rd! I know it's not long, but it's not like we have a lot of stores to choose from. Buy someone a book or something because God knows you lot could use the extra reading.

Cheryl: Oh! And before I forget, please let me know what you like so I can help out your Secret Santa a little bit. ;)

Cheryl: 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠, 𝐶𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑠!

Ginger: Secret Santas are stressful enough as a participant so more power to you for organizing one.

Lachlan: I swear to god I'd rather eat my own foot than celebrate Christmas with my family.

Moose: If I were to ask if I could sleep on your couch tonight would that be chill?

Moose: Hypothetically of course.

“I will be right back. Let me go grab it.” She was thankful that her locker was in the same hallway as the room. She hurried to her locker, unlocking it to grab the Riverdale High Art Club tshirt she had stashed there the week before. She rushed back to the room, holding it out to Josie. “Puddles would be no fun. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. I can just see some poor loser slipping and claiming hurt.” 

          ‘ some things just never change . ’   a deep sigh .   ‘  no  you can’t just come  &  eat the food without doing your part .  you’re lucky i’m even offering snacks . ’   as much as she  slightly  appreciated you in the past ,  ginger ,  she’s still not over the lack of loyalty .  sorry .   ‘ maybe veronica can have you on clean up duty in her speakeasy ?  i’m sure she would  love  your support  –  once again . ’

Ginger rolled her eyes, crossing her arms against her chest. Did a part of her miss Cheryl? Yeah, she guessed a part of her would always miss knowing she was part of the in crowd. She loved being able to make her own decisions more though. 

“It’s an okay name. I’m not the biggest fan of the name, to be honest.” Ginger looked down at her sketchbook then back up at the girl, a fond smile on her face. “I am working on a Christmas present for my little sisters. I’m designing and making a comic book about superhero twins.”