@the-muses-rule-here
Mr. Loomis, of course, took the day off on the anniversary of the Woodsboro Massacre. The student body expected it. Really, the whole town went into mourning on that day. The worst tragedy, the most infamous tragedy, in the town - some would say in the whole state of California.
Stefan would call that an exaggeration, but what would she know?
Everything went back to normal the next week, of course. Class went on as usual. Summer approached, graduation day drew near. Someone in a black robe was seen around town. A rock went through the front window of the Loomis family home, ‘ALL YOUR FAULT’ written in an unrecognizable hand, with blood red paint. No big deal - they got harassed all the time. If Mr. Loomis was bothered by it, he didn’t show it.
And then the star of the track team was murdered by a Ghostface copycat.
The hallways buzzed. Students mumbled and traded yearbooks, writing and laughing together despite their shared anxiety. Stefan kept her yearbook close to her chest as she pushed past her classmates. Now that the day was over, she could talk to her favorite teacher, one on one.
She poked her head into the English classroom. Surprise surprise, he was there. [She knew his schedule by heart now.]
“Mr. Loomis? Are you busy?”
