ROOSTER (SCREAM TWO AU!) [✓]

chapter one. . . the college lifestyle

act one, chapter one ─ the college

lifestyle !

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PAPERS SCATTERED EVERYWHERE, NOTEBOOKS ON the ground. This was college. This was supposed to be better. A better time in your life, maybe even one of the most exciting. And boy, did Alvin Fowler need that time in his life considering what's happened to him in the past three years. He needed peace. He needed to get away, and maybe Windsor College had been the answer to that. He needed to get away, everyone knew that. But even then he still struggled because of the past. What had happened to him, most of his friends, and even his family. Things were starting to look on the brighter side, though. Or what he hoped. His sister was in college with him, along with some of his other closest friends. It was supposed to be paradise. It was supposed to be something that he looked forward to. And for a while, he did. He looked forward to college since they day that he could talk. He just didn't think he would go there just to get away, though.

But trouble would soon strike again. He knew it. Alvin always has freaky intuition. It freaked everyone out. Sometimes he loved it, and sometimes he hated it. Right now, he hated it. Because he knew that his, and his friends' past were going to come and bite them in the ass one day. He just didn't know when, and that's what scared him the most. He needed to know when so that he could be ready for it. But he knew that the universe had its ways, and that he had to find things out on his own. So did everyone else.

Alvin, who was currently in the bed that was in his dorm, that was decorated with all sorts of plants. Crystals everywhere, and not to mention his messy study place that everyone else called the floor. He was pretty much asleep. In fact a deep sleep, simply because he had not slept in about three days, until the phone right next to his bed decided to ring. His arm steadily reaching for the phone, pressing the answer button and putting it up to his ear.

"Hello. . .?"

"Hello, Alvin. . ."

This was starting to get annoying. This has been the fifth Ghostface like call that he had gotten ever since those two students had gotten murdered. And he knew that he wasn't the only one getting these calls either.

The male sat up, a yawn escaping his lips, before looking at the caller ID. He then put the phone back up to his ear. "Haha, Lizzie, you think you're so funny," He said through the phone, "Karma's a bitch, and trust me, you have a lot of bad karma."