It was a regular morning in Woodsboro, the same as any other day. The tall redwood trees cast long shadows on the streets, and the light filtering in from between the leaves cast bright shapes on a passing girl's face.

This girl was Heather DuVernay, a senior at Woodsboro high. Her face was peaceful as she walked down the road, kicking rocks with the toe of her converse sneakers and deeply inhaling the crisp morning air. It was eight in the morning, which meant that the morning glories were in full bloom, opening themselves up in different shades of deep purple.

Heather was tempted to pluck one from old Mrs. Hewlett's front garden, but stopped herself before she got too close. She knew how much it pissed her off to put time and effort into something such as gardening, just to have some punk kid snatch a rose straight off the bush. To busy herself she stuck her hands deep into the pockets of her green corduroys, pulling out a stick of watermelon gum and stuffing it in her mouth.

She wasn't too far from the school, she was close enough to notice something had to be wrong. There were more cars than usual. Police cars. The closer she got the more confused she was, her head turning back and forth, sending her dark blonde hair fluttering around her face.

There were cameras everywhere, and a feeling of dread crept up Heather's stomach, stopping at her chest where it settled and spread. As she panicked, she saw a possible answer to her question.

"Randy!" She exclaimed, quickening her pace to meet her friend, who seemed himself ill at ease in his surroundings. He was surprised to see her, his eyes opening wide up at the worried girl running to him.

"Heather are you okay?" He asked. When she got to him he wrapped his hands around her forearms and looked into her eyes. She was a bit freaked out at that, but otherwise fine.

"Yeah I'm fine." She brushed it off "Do you know what happened?"

"Do I?" Randy started "Casey Becker and Steve Orth were murdered last night." His tone was serious, but there was a glint in his eye that made it look like he was joking.

"Really?"

"Really." Said Randy "Gutted, I'm not joking."

"Oh god..." Heather looked away and to the women in business suits holding microphones and making money off their tragedy. It made her feel sick, and it probably showed on her face, because Randy squeezed her arms slightly and asked her again if she was okay.

"I'm fine Rand, I swear." She faked a smile and looked up at him through her eyelashes, untangling herself from his grip to instead link arms. "Let's just go to class and try to forget about it, okay?" She was trying to be optimistic for his sake, and for the sake of Sidney, who was no doubt thinking about her late mother, who died nearly a year ago today.

"Fat chance, they're interviewing everyone in the school." Heather sighed just as the bell rang. A shrill, crying noise that gave her a headache.

As people flooded into the school, Heather just looked at the ground and said "I'll see you in Bio, okay?" Randy nodded and they split apart, away to their first period classes where Randy would discuss film and TV with a class of his peers while Heather tried to solve calculus problems she didn't understand.

Heather stared at the empty wooden chair that the back of the classroom where Steve Orth once sat, never to sit again.

Amanda Pressly said that they found Steve tied to a chair, completely gutted, throat slit with the word "Jock" carved into his chest by the blade of a butcher knife.

Caitlin Hoover said that Casey was so bloodied up that they had to test DNA samples to see if it was really her. She said that not even her parents could recognize her after what she went through at the hands of that psycho.

She didn't believe either of them. Partially because those details are something the police would definitely want to keep a secret, and they definitely wouldn't be shared with two chatty seventeen-year-olds. Another reason was because in Eighth grade Caitlin started a rumor that Heather was a slut and cheated on her (then) boyfriend with the whole basketball team and even went all the way with them, and even got pregnant and had a baby. And her mom covered it up by saying it was her baby.

It was pretty low, especially for a thirteen-year-old to suggest that another girl's baby sister was actually her daughter and that she went all the way with the entire basketball team even though she had never kissed anyone yet. But Heather's policy was to forgive and forget, so that's what she did.

But after that she took nothing Caitlin said seriously, and Amanda didn't seem completely trustworthy either.

Heather's head snapped up when she heard a throat clear. "Miss DuVernay, you're needed." She understood, getting up swiftly and slinging her backpack over one shoulder.

As she walked through the schools linoleum halls, it stuck her how obscenely quiet the place was. She felt there would be a little more anarchy at the murder and disembowelment of two students, but the school was quiet as ever. The only noise being the ticking of the clocks and the occasional freshman late to class.

Arriving at the principal's office was a complete trip. She'd never really been there before, as she was a well behaved straight A student, never to get a detention or break any rules. She did, however, still feel a bit guilty somehow. Like she was wasting the officer's time or something. Of course she wasn't the killer. And how much would she know about Casey or Steve? The only connections she had to them was having the same calculus class as Steve and formerly being in the same modern history class as Casey.

"Principal Himbry." Heather smiled grimly at her principal, who let her over to the seat at his desk where she would be questioned. "Sheriff Burke, Deputy Riley."

Dewey smiley slightly at her calling him that, he always wanted to be taken seriously whilst acting as a police officer, but Tautum and her friends rarely showed him that respect.

"We're going to keep this quick Miss DuVernay, we have a lot of kids to interview," Heather nodded along "So how are you coping with the loss of Casey and Steve Miss DuVernay?" The sheriff asked.

"Well, I'm not really close to them or anything so..." Heather trailed off "But of course I am upset."

"Of course." The sheriff said dryly, without a hint of sympathy.

The interview went on for about five minutes, enough time for heather to be made thoroughly uncomfortable by the close proximity of Principal Himbry, and how he kept placing his hand on her shoulder as she sat. It was possible he was doing it to comfort her, but all he was achieving was making her skin crawl.

At the end of the interview Dewey handed her a note "If you could just hand this to Rory Marks in B23 that'd be great Hally." The nickname just slipped out accidentally and he was eyed curiously by both the principal and sheriff burke.

She took the note and walked out of the office, hoping that she didn't say the wrong thing to have them convinced she was the killer.