ghost face x Female Black reader

late for class

As Y/N made her way back into the school building, her thoughts drifted back to the terrifying memory of Ghostface’s attack the night before. She could still feel the cold press of his blade against her skin, the panic as she’d run through the dark hallway to warn her family, and the lingering fear they all shared as they’d huddled together in the living room for safety. It felt surreal, like a nightmare she couldn’t fully shake.

She barely noticed the bell ringing, signaling the start of her next class. Lost in her memories, she replayed the events in her mind, feeling the chill of fear creep back in. The sound of her dad’s voice as he’d told her everything would be okay, the reassuring presence of her mom, Heather, and James close by—they were her anchor in that horrible moment.

Y/N suddenly realized she was still standing in the middle of the hallway. She snapped out of her thoughts, glanced at the clock in the hallway, and her heart sank as she noticed the time. She was already ten minutes late to her history class.

Cursing under her breath, Y/N hurried down the corridor, hoping her teacher wouldn’t be too hard on her. She could feel her face heating up as she imagined all her classmates looking at her as she walked in late. When she finally reached the classroom, she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

Y/N opened the door quietly, slipping inside. But her teacher, Mrs. Watson, had already spotted her.

"Y/N, nice of you to join us," Mrs. Watson said, raising an eyebrow. “Anything you’d like to explain?”

“Uh, sorry, Mrs. Watson,” Y/N mumbled, feeling all eyes turn toward her. “I… got a little sidetracked.”

Mrs. Watson looked at her for a moment, then sighed. “Just take your seat. And let’s try to be on time in the future, alright?”

Y/N nodded, sliding into the empty seat near the back of the room. She could feel her cheeks still burning, but she was relieved to have avoided further questions. She settled into her chair, trying to focus on the lecture, but her mind kept wandering back to last night.

The hushed voices and laughter of her classmates around her didn’t help. She could hear snippets of their conversation, most of them whispering about the recent string of attacks in Woodsboro. The air of tension in the room was palpable.

“Did you hear about the attack last night?” one student murmured to another nearby.

“Yeah, my mom was talking about it this morning. It’s terrifying…”

Y/N clenched her fists under her desk, feeling a mix of fear and frustration. She wanted to forget what had happened, but the whispers and rumors made it impossible. All she could do was try to hold herself together, even as the memories tugged at her.

For the rest of the class, she tried to keep her head down, taking notes and focusing on the words in front of her. When the bell finally rang, she gathered her things, eager to leave. Her friends were waiting for her outside the classroom, concern in their eyes as they noticed her distracted expression.

"Hey, you okay?" Sidney asked softly, her hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N managed a weak smile. “Yeah, just… a rough night.”

“We’re here for you, alright?” Tatum added, giving her a reassuring smile.

Y/N nodded, grateful for their support. Even though her thoughts were still haunted by the night before, having her friends close by made her feel a little safer. Together, they walked down the hall, and Y/N silently vowed to stay strong. With her friends and family by her side, she knew she could face whatever fear came her way.

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