Class of 96' [scream 1]

Chapter 1: Casey Becker

"So what are you doing tonight?" I voiced to my phone as I picked up the nail polish brush as I slowly brought it over my long nail.

The strong smell of it, burning my nose as I waited for the girl on the other side to speak.

"Uh, not much.. might watch something with Steve. I'm kind of in the mood for a movie." The girl finally answered, and I heard footsteps in the background as if she were walking around. I wouldn't put it past her though, she was always on her feet, it was rare that you saw her actually relaxing.

"I doubt you guys will actually be watching the movie. You guys are totally disgusting." I say with a roll of my eyes as I started to blow on my now slowly drying nails. The baby blue shade adding a pop to my boring hands as I made a mental note to find new jewellery.

"Oh shut up, we aren't that bad." She spoke and I could feel her eye roll through the phone and it brought a smile to my face. We were friends even at the distaste of my sister, who had grown hateful of the older girl. We weren't best friends by any means but she was a sweet girl that could use a listening ear for her own personal problems and in return, she offered the same. "You know if you put yourself out there-"

"Yeah, yeah we've done this dance before. I don't want to date some high school snot rag, that's only after one thing."
I say as I lay my hands in front of the small fan on my vanity, growing increasingly impatient as the paint was seemingly taunting me, drying as slowly as possible to tick me off.

"You're 18, you know?  As of a few days ago you can get anyone you want. You're a pretty girl, I would say beautiful but I don't want to boost your already humongous ego." I let out a very fake haha before she could continue. "I'm just saying, Maeve. There are plenty of cute college boys to pick from. They do it better."

"Oh my god, I'm done having this conversation with you,-"
Before I could continue my sentence I heard a yell from outside my door "May, I need the phone! What's taking so long?" He shouted though it came out soft because everyone knew Dewey didn't have a mean bone in his body.

"Shut up! No, no, not you, just my stupid brother. I'll see you tomorrow. Yeah yeah, good night." I frowned as I hung up the phone,  I sat up and made my way to the door. I carefully turned the knob and I was met with Deweys falling body as proof the we was leaning against the door listening to the end of my phone call. I rolled my eyes as I handed him the phone, a flustered look covering his face as he rubbed his neck.

"Thanks, Kiddo. You wanna watch a movie with me? I was thinking The Mask or Dumb and Dumber? I picked them up from the video store today, some guys at the station were talking about them." He said as he looked at me with something that resembled puppy dog eyes, that physically made it impossible to say no without feeling like shit afterwards.

"Definitely Dumb and Dumber, we can relate to it better. You get the treats and I put on the movie."

A smile tugged onto his face but it very quickly turned into a toothy grin "Yes, Ma'am." He said with a salute, not even trying to deny it, as I walked around him, heading towards the living room.

***

I walked out of my room the next morning, heading towards the kitchen for my awaiting breakfast. My hands moving in my hair to give it more volume as I saw my family crowded around the small tv, that sat on the stand in front of the kitchen table.

"What's going on? Is bingo on?" I say as I making my way over to see what was on tv, slightly hoping it was. It was boring yes, but it was better then listening to Dewey wolfing down his food like he does every morning.

"Holy shit." Tatum let out which earned her a slap on the back of the head from our mother causing Dewey to laugh but he quickly shut up with a stern look from mama. The younger let out a wince and rubbed her head before answering her sister's question. "I'm so sorry Evie, I know you guys were friends."

My eyes moved away from her face and towards the television and the longer I looked the wider my eyes had become.

Casey Becker was dead.

The girl I had just talked with last night, was dead.

Murdered.

And so was her boyfriend, Steven.

I felt light headed and as if Tatum could sense it she slowly pulled me towards the closest chair and gently lowered me onto it.

I couldn't move as I mentally tried to stop my hands from shaking. My eyes staring into space as my mother went on about how awful it was and that she was sorry that she had passed away. Her hands falling on my shoulders as she gently brushed her hands against them.

"Don't be. I'm not the one who died. Let's go, we're gonna be late." I finally spoke as I pushed out of the wooden chair and made my way past them to the front door where I bent down to tie my shoes.

I could literally feel the heat of their eyes on me before I turned my head so I could actually see them. When I did Dewey rushed to grab his keys and Tatum walked over to me as she passed the oldest they share a quick look.

***

The ride was silent as they drove to the crowded high school.

The siblings in the front didn't know what to do to help their sister. They knew how she was, she would bottle up her feeling as if she didn't want to worry others and then she would explode at the worst times- by herself. They had seen it first hand countless times, like the time she was cramming for a huge test and she had a freak out right before school- they didn't want to relive it again.

***

I shut the door with a quiet thud as I thanked Dewey for the ride before I began walking up the steps of the school.

I turned my head around to scan the packed high school. All the news reporters crowded around even taking it as far as to shove kids out of the way to get a better shot. I rolled my eyes at their patheticness before my eyes landed on my sister and her best friend Sidney.

Me and Sidney were never super close but I always made it a point to be nice to the young, grieving girl and she did the same. She was so young and she had already been through so much. I had a feeling this was going to be hard on her after the murder of her mother, and not only had she lost her, she had to identify her killer on the stand in front of a room full of people.

I hoped deeply that this wouldn't be like her mother's death. The disgusting people of the town had made her mother's death a joke, tainting her memory and leaving the young girl to deal with the backlash.

I turned back when I reached the top of the stairs stoping to take a deep breath before I finally made my way into the school.

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