Author's Note: I have always wanted to write a Scream story and I always start but I either forget or end up hating it. Hopefully now that I'm going to publish it, I will stick with it. Please don't hate it. Enjoy. And I couldn't think of a title so I just chose the first thing that I could think of.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scream 'nor do I own any of the characters.

A car pulls into the driveway of a beautiful home on a country road. The next house is probably about a mile and a half on either side. The house is lit up in a few rooms. They're laughing as the exit the car and they unlock the door and go inside. They're instantly met by smoke and the smoke alarm beeping in the background.
"Oh my," the woman cries out, running towards the kitchen. She instantly sees the cause of the smoke. A Jiffy Pop container left on the stove unattended burns brightly. She grabs the handle with a towel and throws it in the sink, turning the water on as she cries out for her daughter who was supposed to be home, "Casey!"
The patio door is broken, and one of the patio chairs lay in the midst of the living room. The father now yells, "Casey?"
The two begin searching the house frantically. They meet up at the bottom of the stairs, "Where is she?" The mother cries out hysterically.
"Call the police," he instructs her.
She picks up the phone and notices there is no dial tone; rather there is the noise of someone breathing. She can hear someone breathing and gurgling. Speaking softly. Then there is a loud shout and the phone is hung up. The dial tone rings loudly in her ear. She cries out, "I heard her!"
Her husband pushes her towards the door, "Get in the car and go to the MacKenzie's. Call the police from there."
"But I heard her!" she protests. As she turns in the door frame, she drops the phone. There, no more than fifteen feet away from her, is her daughter. The same daughter that she could remember giving birth to like it was yesterday. The same daughter that no less than an hour ago had asked if she could have her boyfriend over to watch a movie. She had talked to her no more than an hour ago…and there she was.
Hanging from a tree, swinging back and forth as if she had just been placed there, and her insides falling out of her, was Casey Becker. The most popular and beautiful girl at Woodsboro High was dead.
Her mother fell to her knees and clutched her chest where her heart was as she let out the loudest scream imaginable.

"Eugh, Randy, can you turn that down?" a petite brunette asked her coworker. There had been practically no one in the store all day so Randy Meeks had been playing his favorite horror movies, at almost full volume, all night.
"Eugh, Kat, come on. It's such a classic!"
"It's classically giving me a headache…come on, Rand."
He groaned and obeyed her. He couldn't disobey her…he was in love with the girl.

Katherine Prescott was seventeen and a half years old; the same age as her twin sister, Sidney Prescott. The two of them were incredibly similar and yet, incredibly different. They had almost the same face with the same lips and nose. They also each had impeccably straight and white teeth due to braces in middle school and constant dentist visits for cleaning. They each had perfectly groomed eyebrows, though Katherine's had more of an arch to them than her sister's did. Then came the differences.
Sidney was taller than her sister by about four inches (Kat was only about five foot two). Katherine had a better figure than her sister. They were each thin and had a good amount of curves, but Katherine had more in the chest area than her sister did. Sidney's eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown color and Katherine's were bright green.
Sidney was somewhat pale and Katherine was always tanned. And finally, Sidney had shoulder length straight hair with bangs. Katherine had long, wavy brown hair that was cut in layers to her elbows. She had bangs that were parted over to the right side. And apart from her sister, who only had her ears pierced once, Katherine had her earlobes pierced three times, her left cartilage pierced twice right next to each other, and her belly button pierced.
Sidney always dressed very casually in jeans and t-shirts, but the only time that Katherine wore pants was when she was sleeping, in gym class, or at work. She almost always wore shorts, skirts, or dresses. She was somewhat popular, but she was no Casey Becker. It's like at Woodsboro High there would be the A Group, which would be Casey and her friends. And then there was the B Group. The B Group was rather large, and it also had Tatum Riley and Sidney in it. That is where Katherine was.
She looked over at her coworker. Randy Meeks was probably at the bottom of the C Group or the top of the D Group. She never really cared about that though; she had always been best friends with him. He was always there for her, and for Sid, through everything.

"Thank you, Randy," she grinned over at him. He was tall and lanky and somewhat pale. His ears stuck out a little bit and he had this goofy, short poofy hairdo. His hair was brown and he had gorgeous blue eyes. He was definitely cute. However, it was his horror movie obsession that kept him geeky. He was dressed as similarly as she, in black slacks and black shoes; he had sneakers and she had flats, and a black, short sleeved collared shirt with a little name tag.
He grinned back at her, somewhat blushing. He'd always loved Kat. He just covered it up by "loving" Sidney. The only one who really knew that was Sidney, and she thought it was adorable. She also constantly told him to just go for Kat and that it would work out, but he never could bring himself to do it. Not when she had dated two people that were popular. And then there was him…he couldn't ever get the courage to ask her out.

"Hey, space cadet," she giggled as he finally looked up at her, "Come back to earth yet?"
He laughed, "Really funny, Kat. Good one."
The bell over the door dinged to let them know there was a customer; Kat rolled her eyes as two of her least favorite people came in, her best friends' boyfriends…Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. She rolled her eyes and left Randy's side so that she could go sit at the register. She and Randy had worked there so long, and Randy had worked there so many times as he was constantly fired (but he was always rehired because he was the best at what he did…whatever that was), that when the two of them worked on week nights, it was allowed to be just the two and they were trustworthy enough to be able to lock up themselves.

"Hey, there," Stu Macher leaned against the counter. He was tall and somewhat lean. He had short dark hair and it was just a little bit long in the front and it curled up when he sweat, as he was no. Kat was confused because it wasn't that hot out, but she didn't question it, "Did I ever tell you that you have the face of an angel?" He grinned at her. She bit her tongue. Whenever he smiled he got these dimples in his cheeks and his teal eyes lit up. She may have hated him, but she had always thought that he was attractive.
"Stu," Billy spoke up, his voice always sent shivers up Kat's spine because there was something eerie about him that she couldn't place, "Quit it. She's friends with your girlfriend."
"I was just telling her she was beautiful," Stu grinned over at her, "There's nothing wrong with that…right, beautiful?"
"I," she stuttered, trying not to blush. Stu snickered and Billy rolled his eyes. This brought her attention back to her sister's boyfriend. Billy Loomis. He was tall and lanky and he had this dark aura about him. His hair was short but long enough to hang in his face and fall into his eyes. It was black, and sometimes his eyes matched that color. She shivered as now was one of those times.
She then grinned, her composure restored, "You know, Stu, you never have told me that," she purred out, leaning on the counter. "Have I ever told you that you have breath like a dog?" She snickered back as his face fell. Billy smirked. Kat always knew how to play.