Dancing with Death

Chapter 1

A/N: I've wanted to do something like this for a while now, so here I am! It starts off a bit slow but hang with me here.. promise it gets better :)) xo

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Nine years. It'd been nine years since Angela had stepped foot in Woodsboro, California. Of what little she was able to recall and piece together, growing up here had been pleasant enough. It was a peaceful suburb, the kind of place where families thrived. Yet in comparison to the bustling life in San Francisco she'd grown accustomed to, this place was a total drag. She'd known that from the time she completed her registration forms in the office.

Angela Edwards pulled into the parking lot of Woodsboro High School, her deep maroon convertible catching the eyes of the students. There weren't too many students at this school, so a new flashy car and student was quite the spectacle. Wheeling into her assigned parking lot, she sucked in a small breath. Stepping out in a long sleeved white crop top with black lips on it and a ruffled bottom paired with a bright red, high wasted red corduroy skirt and black knee high boots, she deemed herself ready.

Slamming the door behind her, she gave her wavy brunette locks a quick adjustment before making her way into the crowds of people. Angela thanked herself immediately. The students' eyes glued to her, tracking her every move into the door and down the hallways. These people were actually ogling her. Switching here in the middle of the fall was definitely interesting, but were they honestly this shocked?

Algebra had never been synonymous with appealing until now. Sinking into a cool metal seat in the back of the classroom, she snuck a peek at the rest of the room before a boy with brown hair turned over his shoulder from where he stood at the teacher's desk, engaged in a conversation with some other students. He looked oddly familiar, threading through the room to take one of the empty seats beside her.

"Uh, Angela?"

"Yeah?" She lifted her head, scrutinizing his face and thin frame.

"Randy! We used to play together as kids. You know, like, seesaw and tag and-"

"Randy Meeks!"

Randy had been Angela's good friend through childhood. Her parents' old house was a five minute bike ride from his gravel driveway, and she vaguely remembered him as a little boy with floppy brown hair. Grinning back at her, he nodded. A wave of relief washed over her. It was so nice to have a friendly face here, especially Randy.

"I gotta wonder, what the hell are you doing back here? Last I heard, your parents opened up a big real estate law office in San Fran."

"Yeah, well, my Mom cheated on my Dad. A lot. They split up, and my Dad came back to Woodsboro. I couldn't let him go alone."

"Ouch, I'm really sorry." He grimaced. "How've you been otherwise the whole scandal thing?"

"Great." Angela forced a smile, twirling a pen cap in her red fingernails. "How about you?"

"Fantastic." He paused. "Sort of."

She laughed at this. "I miss the city."

"I bet. I would too, Woodsboro's fucked."

"Fucked?" She tilted her head.

Randy lowered his voice, glancing around the room to ensure no one was listening. "You didn't hear about Sidney Prescott's Mom?"

"Um, no." Angela shook her head softly. Sidney Prescott. The name was awfully familiar, but she couldn't muster up the face to match it. Randy's eyes grew wide at this. "I'm not really big on the news."