TATUM RILEY was left for dead that night at her boyfriend's house in 1996, but it was a miracle. She was alive. She was truly gifted. But it wasn't the only life they saved that very night.
(scream 2-4, but there will be a sequel)
(some events are...
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TATUM RILEY and her best friend Sidney Prescott headed over to Stu Macher's house for a party.
As the girls walked in, bags of food in hand, they saw Stu pouring alcohol into peoples mouths.
"That's Mature." Tatum joked.
"You guys are tardy. We had to start without you." Stu responded, while greeting his girlfriend with a kiss.
"We had to get food!" Tatum explained.
The three of them then moved over to the living room, where their other friend Randy was. Randy was a horror movie-obsessed fanatic.
"Go get me a beer would ya?" Stu asked his girlfriend Tatum.
"What am i the beer wench?" Tatum said while rolling her eyes.
They all chatted for awhile, that was until, Tatum's brother Dewey, a police officer walked in with no other than Gale Weathers, a famous news reporter in the town, who notoriously covered Sidney's mothers death. So saying Tatum and Sidney didn't like her was an understatement.
"It's the chick from channel 9!" Stu yelled out.
"Dewey. Dewey." Tatum called out.
"What is she doing here." Tatum asked her brother.
"We're working together." Dewey responded nervously.
"Whatever." Tatum said rolling her eyes.
She figured she would go get Stu a beer, and one for herself after what she just saw.
————————————————————————— (Tatum's Pov)
I walked into Stu's garage, with a plan in mind. Getting beer. I always hated it in there, it just gave me the creeps.
I wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. Once inside, I headed over to the fridge, grabbed about 6 or 7 bottles, and headed back over to the door leading back to the house. And it was locked.
"Really! Let me out!" I yelled out.
"Open up!" I yelled, while banging on the door. No response.
"Whatever." I scoffed. I thought of the next best thing. Opening the garage door. So I hit the button and as it opened, I walked over to it. And once I got there. It started heading back down.
