Shout out to Nirvana14 for the review! I'm so glad you liked the story! Here is chapter seven, and it's the final chapter for the first film. Hopefully you'll come along for the retelling of movie 2! Thank you all, so much for reading!
Nikolle
Chapter Seven
Taylor groaned as she dropped down in font of the fountain, her back leaning against the stone for support, her good leg propped up so that she can use her knee as a table. Looking up, she noticed that people were making it a point to not walk anywhere near the fountain, as if she was going to jump up and start trying to stab everyone who came near. Her brown eyes land on Sidney as she and Randy walk out of the entrance of the school, Billy's ex-girlfriend is smiling as he tells her something. She was quick to look away with Sidney looked in her direction, but not before she noticed the glare that had been sent towards the fountain. Pulling out her pen, she opened the half-filled English notebook.
Dear Mom,
It's been two months since Billy and Stu went crazy and murdered people from our class. I can't tell dad, but it's been mad. Everyone treats me like I'm going to snap next. The teachers, the students, even the cops seem to be watching me often, as if I'm going to try to finish what they started. My body is still healing from where Stu (and maybe Billy) attacked me. It hurts to walk, and move my arm very much, and to breathe at times. They attacked people that I care about, and they attacked me. Was I not important enough to deserve to live in their so-called created world?
Graduation is next month. I wonder if you've been paying attention to anything going on in this town. I wonder if you'll show up to my graduation, or are you too ashamed? Ashamed of me? Of Billy? Of yourself? There are rumors around the school that everyone who died is going to be given an honorary diploma, but I doubt Billy will get one. After all, it's his fault. The Machers left town almost the moment that their house was no longer a crime scene. No one knows where they moved to. I applied to Windsor College, and I've received a letter back. But I've been too scared to open it, I've had it for over a week now. I applied with Casey and now I just feel disrespectful if I go without her. Plus, I heard that Sidney and apparently Randy got accepted to Windsor, and how could I ever go to the same school as them? Wherever they are, I'll always be the villain, even though I had nothing to do with the murder spree. Gale Weathers even did a story questioning whether I had known about the entire thing and if I was covering for Billy when he got arrested. She also went on to say that I could've stabbed myself in the first place, to make it seem like Billy was completely innocent. I can't stand her.
My grades are still great, it's not like I have anything else to worry about any more. No one speaks to me. All I ever wanted from my high school career was to become valedictorian, and because of my brother…I may not even get that. Mom, during his melt down, Billy said that you left because dad was having an affair with Mrs. Prescott. Is that true? Is that why you left us? Sometimes, I wish I would've known. I'd rather be with you. I don't think I can't do this alone. I miss you.
Love,
Taylor
Writing the address, she had found in the desk sitting in her dad's home office, she sealed the white envelope and slid it into the pocket of her notebook but pulling out the unopened letter from Windsor college. "It's now or never." Taking a deep breath, she slid the back flap open and pulled the paper out. "Accepted. Damn." Glancing back at the place where Randy and Sidney were sitting, she sighed, "screw it." Digging her cell phone from the bottom of her backpack, she dialed the number at the bottom of the page. It rang twice. "Hi, this is Taylor Loomis, and I just wanted to call to accept my place at Windsor."
-xXx-
She looked around at the line of seniors, as she walked into the auditorium. Everyone was dressed in blue gowns. Taylor's brown hair was slightly curled, although the top was hidden by the square cap on her head. There was only fifteen people graduating today, and she tried to give Randy a smile as she took her place in line, in front of him, but she was pretty sure that it turned out like a grimace. He merely looked pass her, as if she didn't even exist. She pretended to ignore how the girl in front of her shuffled closer to her friend, in an attempt to get further away from the brunette. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face her ex-boyfriend, "Congratulations, Randy," her voice was quiet, as if it hadn't been used in a while.
He gave a slight scoff, "Yeah, you, too." Then he went back to looking towards Sidney, who was four people down. She waited in line with her classmates, the only one not speaking to anyone in the group, silently picking at her unpainted nails. Ten horrific minutes later, the students were shuffling across the auditorium to the sound of the traditional march.
She clapped along as names were called out, a smile gracing her features with "Judy Hicks" was called out, as the blonde was the only person in their senior class to speak to her after the murders, even if she wouldn't consider her too good of a friend. "Annabelle Jackson," was soon followed by, "Alicia Jones," taking a deep breath she waited for the new principal to call the next name, "Taylor Loomis." She pretended not to notice that the applause for her name was ten times quieter than it had been for the previous graduates, clenching her fist as the blonde cheerleader who had taken Casey's place as captain was quietly laughing with her friend. "Randall Meeks…. Sidney Prescott."
As the valedictorian finished her speech, the principal stood and made her way back to the microphone, "Now, before we conclude today's ceremony. I know that this year has been…difficult…with the events that have…occurred. But for those who were unable to make it to graduation, today we honor their families and their lives. Here I have diplomas for Casey Becker, Steven Orth, and Tatum Riley. These students' lives were ended when they should not have, and we will not forget them, and neither will future generations as everyone who unjustly lost their lives will be honored with their names on a plaque near the office."
After the stereotypical hat toss, the ceremony was officially over, and Taylor began making her way through the crowd, cap in hand, to meet up with her father. "Taylor!" She froze as the bubbly voice called to her, before slowly turning around to face the now former cheer captain. "Don't forget to pick up your brother's diploma. Oh, I'm sorry, he didn't receive one…you know, because he was a psychopathic freak." The brunette's hands unintentionally clinched into fist at the words spoken. "Oh, don't like that? Guess I'll leave before you decide to take over your brother's so-called legacy. Although, I still say you had something to do with it in the first place. Strange how your friends died."
Taylor smirked, leaning closer to the blonde, "If I would've been the brains of the operation…1, they would've succeeded, and 2, you would've been the first to go, slut." Noticing the fear in the blonde's eyes, she smiled brightly, "Congratulations," and then she walked away. As she walked towards the auditorium exit, he instantly regretted losing her cool, even if it felt pretty cool to finally stand up for herself.
College would be different. In college, she wouldn't let her past define her or her actions.
