I was seventeen when the first ghostface massacre happened. When it started, I wasn't living in Woodsboro anymore. I'd left a year before, right after Maureen Prescott's murder. I left my best friends and siblings behind because I was sick of this town, I was sick of hiding. Truth is, I was irrevocably in love with Sidney Prescott and I couldn't feel that way in Woodsboro, not in 1996. I was forced to come back when my twin sister Tatum called me. Would I jump in that car again if I knew what was going to happen? This story is mainly inspired by the scream movies but it won't follow the exact same timeline because I want to had some details and therefore I need to create my own timeline. I do not own any of the characters except for Y/n (your character/ the reader).