Scream

(Topic: write a 500-word story about a scream and include the following sentence: "they walk away without a word".)

Cheryl Booker, junior cheer captain of the Bonnyville high Snapping Turtles, was having a totally fab day until Cassie Thomas ruined it for her. So get this, okay? Cassie, her unpopular neighbor, warns Cheryl that the football team’s secret make-out place atop Shady Hallow is actually a forbidden Indian burial ground, which sucks because Cheryl’s been throwing awesome keggers up there all year. Cheryl thinks Cassie’s just jealous because Cassie’s a smartie and puberty has not been kind to her. That is, until Rick, the red-head rebel in the varsity jacket, drives up at sunset and they dig up, get this, a freaking skull. Like, whoa, yeah.

On the way back, Naomi, who is easily aroused by mounting suspense, is feeling up Rick while he’s driving and they run over a man in a trench-coat and hockey mask. They stop and check the road and there was, I swear to god, nothing.

Now Naomi is dead, killed by some guy with a hook (Yah, a hook. Like no way, right?), and ditto for Gabriela, the hot exchange student. The boys are mysteriously hacked into cubes the size of a good filet mignon. Cheryl knows this, but decides it’s good time for a steamy shower anyway. So she’s wearing a towel and she’s like “doo-doo-doo” putting on her scented oils when she hears this scream.

She’s like, “oh no!”

Cheryl runs back to her room to find a bloody boot print through her teddy bear, Mike-aroni, and that makes her sad because Mike Tiegs gave it to her and Mike is awesome because he’s like first-team varsity and has got abs like yo momma’s washboard, but Cheryl doesn’t know he’s dead until she trips over his decapitated body in the living room.

“Ewww, gross!” cries Cheryl.

Now this crazy motherfucker with an axe bursts out of the closet and Cheryl is bouncing along in her towel and screaming up a storm. She nearly wardrobe malfunctions and finally stumbles outside in the snow. Doom looming over her, Cheryl screams, “Don’t kill me, kill Cassie, the nerdy bitch next door!” But the phantom steadfastly raises his axe and Cheryl Booker screams one last time.

The next morning, Cassie and her chess club friends investigate the unsightly mound in the snow and there is nothing discernable but a bloody towel and blonde hair. They walk away without a word. Cassie knows an ancient curse has befallen the Bonnyville Snapping Turtles, just their parents happen to be out of town.

Shucks.

Cassie goes to the tool shed, where she converts a leaf blower into a make-shift shotgun and fashions some frag bombs from home made soap. Nerdy bitch or not, she’s damn glad that she’s watched so much MacGuyver that any axe-wielding psychopath that walks through her door is gonna eat shit.

Then she puts on some camo make-up and lets loose a scream, not of desperation, but of primal ferocity (like Rambo). Cheer captains might always scream and die to axe murderers, but let it be said that Cassidy-Rey Thomas ain’t no cheer captain.