Sequels Suck

Chapter 1

You hauled your suitcase out of the car, waving goodbye to your parent. Two years went by. You were a bit of a late bloomer, going to college an entire two years after graduating Highschool but that's how long it took you to feel ready to take such a drastic step. You changed your hair and your wardrobe. You changed yourself as much as you could and yet you still had publicity.

"...Shhhiiittt." You covered your face and tightened the grip on your suitcase as you walked up the staircase. Cameras and microphones being shoved in your face. Already accepted, had meetings, knew your classes. Now, it was just moving in.

"YN! The upcoming stab movie is set to premiere next month, how do you feel about the acting choices?"

"No comment."

"YN, NSC News. Why did you pick Windsor College?"

"Good coriculum. Change of scenery."

"YN, do you still deny involvement in the Woodsboro Massacre?"

You tightened your mouth and opened the door, campus security holding back the small number of opportunistic paparazzi outside.

You entered the house and saw the girls all giving you looks. You saw the whispering and you felt dissapointment sink in your stomach. '...Great...It's already begun.'

You quickly got a key from the front desk and went upstairs to your new room. You practically dived in, shutting the door behind you with a shaky breath. A phone sat on the table and you sat down on a nearby bed and picked it up. Dialing a number.

"Come on...Come on, please-" You swallowed, feeling your palms sweat and your breathing shallow. Unbeknownst to you, someone rounded the corner from the bathroom raising her brows at you.

You closed your eyes, hearing his voicemail. Once the beep sounded, you just blurted it out. "Henry, it's YN. I just wanted to call. I was having an anxiety attack again and um...I forgot the time difference." You hung up, feeling like the walls were closing in.

The young woman behind you came up to you, startling you as she brought her hand up in a calming gesture. "Hey there, easy. Are you okay?"

You shook your head, feeling your throat burn as she knelt down infront of you on the bed. "Hey, look at me...Breathe in..." You followed her. "...Breathe out..." You released a shaky jagged breath. She had you repeat it multiple times until you had semi normal breaths.

She smiled at you. "See? Better?"

You nodded and looked down. "I am so sorry...I think this is my room? I just had to get out of the halls."

She stood back up. "Hey, it's all good. What's your number, honey?"

You showed her the key and she smiled. "Welp, that's the one. Look's like we're roomies." She extended her hand to you. "Halie McDaniel. Psychology Major."

You smiled and gingerly exchanged the handshake. "YN. Criminology Major...I think. I haven't gotten that far yet. Just getting the basic sciences and psychology out of the way."

She grinned and let go of your hand. "Hey, that is such a neat major! I always was morbidly curious what makes those crazies just hack up people one day... Don't tell anyone I used the term crazy though. Not a good term in the community with clients, ya know." She talked with her hands and had a very fun high energy about her. She was an extremely pretty girl that you could tell was the life of the party.

She scrunched her brows with her smile still in place. "...Oh...I know you. You're the girl from Woodsboro."

You frowned and rubbed your arm. "Yeeeaahh...I'm sorry you got shacked up with me."