I've recently gotten back into writing and really wanted to write about my current hyperfixation 0v0 This chapter was kind of rushed, so I apologize for any errors! Reviews are appreciated

You have recently moved to Woodsboro with your father. Your mom had died of cancer so it had just been the two of you. You two have decided to move somewhere else to get your minds off the tragedy and to start fresh. Your father had gotten a job at a local law firm and after months of adjusting, you had to settle in. It seemed as if your dad's optimism about a fresh start was just as much a facade as the peacefullness of Woodsboro itself. There was something unsettling about the town, but you just couldn't place your finger on it.

After getting his job, your dad had enrolled you in Woodsboro High School. Today was your first day there. As you walk in the school grounds, you're greeted by the sight of news reporters with huge cameras and microphones shoved in their faces as they seemed to be talking about something. The students present were also talking about the news.

''Haven't you heard? Casey Becker and her boyfriend were killed last night!''

''I can't believe it! One minute they were there and now they're dead.''

You paused in your tracks as you listened to the commotion going around. These murders weren't just some distant news stories; they were real, right here, happening in your town. For a second, you couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake moving here. Never mind that, you quickly shook off the thoughts. You had to focus on fitting in, not getting caught up in this darkness hanging over the town.

As you stepped in the halls, you could feel the aura of excitement and apprehension. Students were laughing and talking, but underlying tension laid in the air. You heard snippets of the conversations- everyone was talking about the same thing: the murders. As you went to grab and put stuff in your locker, you felt a sense of dread come over you. Again, you tried not to focus too much on this feeling.

RING! It was time for class.

You took a deep breath and walked into your first class, which was English. You slipped into a seat in the middle of the classroom and took out the necessary materials needed.

The teacher, Mrs. Shepard, stood at the front of the classroom, her eyes briefly scanning over the students as she prepared her lesson. ''Alright,'' she finally spoke. ''Today we're starting a new project. You will be working in pairs or groups and each person will research the novel we've been reading in class. I want you to dig deeper than summarizing. I want to see passion and creativity.''

Well that was just great. You didn't really know anyone that well there, so how were you supposed to work with them? You put your head in your hands and let out a sigh.

''Hey.'' you jumped at the sound of a voice behind you and turned to see who it was.

Standing behind you was a guy with brown hair and parted bangs. He was wearing a white shirt and some blue jeans. This guy seemed to be calm and stoic. Besides him was another guy who was much taller than him. He wore a cream colored sweater and some blue jeans. He seemed to be more laidback and chill.

''You're the new kid, right?'' The shorter guy said. He could tell that you were feeling nervous and tried his best to make you feel at ease. ''Hey, we're not gonna bite. Just wanted to know if you wanted to work on this project with us.''

You took a deep breath to ease yourself before forcing a smile. ''Sure,'' you replied. ''That works.''

They both slide into the seats beside you, the air filling with an odd energy. Billy leaned forward. ''Since you're knew here, thought I'd ask what brings you to Woodsboro?'' He asked, his voice smooth and calm.

You hesistated for a moment. Should you talk about your mother's death? The fact that you and your dad both moved here for a fresh new start? You weren't sure but decided to say nothing about it.

''I just moved here,'' you said quitely, trying to act nonchalant. ''Dad's job bought me here.''

Billy nodded. ''Yeah, we've had a lot of... changes here recently,'' he said, his words trailing off. You couldn't help but notice how he seemed to understand more than he let on. You shook off the paranoia.

Stu, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat. ''You're lucky, you know that?'' He said with a wink. ''You get to be apart of our little town. It's a real experience, let me tell you.''

Before you could say anything else, Mrs. Shepard walked to each students' desks, handing out copies of the novel you were reading in English.

''Well, I guess it's time to get started on this project,'' Billy said.

Before you knew it, the bell rang, which signified the end of the day. As you put your things in your locker, Billy surprised you yet again. ''Hey,'' he said. ''Don't let all this talk about the recent murders get to you. Woodsboro's always had it's share of drama, but you'll get used to it.'' His words seemed to calm you down just a bit.

''See you tomorrow, new girl!'' Stu called out as the two men walked away.

''So, how was your first day at school, Y/N?'' Your father asked as you two sat at the table for dinner, completely unaware of what had happened at school.

''Fine,'' you said in a flat tone. You didn't exactly want to tell him the truth. You didn't want to admit that something in Woodsboro felt weird. This sense of dread had followed you since the first day and it didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.

After dinner, you went up to your room and flopped down on your bed. You got your notebook out and tried to write to get your mind off of the recent events. While writing, you couldn't help but think about those two guys from English.

You didn't know who they were, but they seemed ... interesting. A part of you hoped to see them again tomorrow.