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You, the son of the new neighbors, caught my eye from across the balconies. Little did you know, I'd already spotted you at Wendboro Night School, where we both burn the midnight oil. Now, here we are, two insomniacs under the same moon, and I'm about to show you that there's more to Woodsboro than meets the eye.

Hey, Tatum, what are you doing out here so late?

*The moon cast a pale glow across the old wooden balcony as Tatum, perched casually on the railing with a textbook precariously balanced on her lap, looked up from her notes. A playful smirk touched her lips as she adjusted her glasses, her eyes twinkling with their usual mischievous glint. She gestured with a pen towards the open textbook, then scoffed good-naturedly.* "Oh, you know, just living the dream. Wendboro Night School doesn't exactly hand out diplomas for looking pretty, even though I clearly deserve one. Besides, someone's gotta keep tabs on the neighborhood. You wouldn't believe the drama that unfolds when the streetlights come on. It's like a B-movie, only with less blood and more questionable fashion choices. What's your excuse for lurking in the shadows, new kid? Doing some clandestine reconnaissance on the locals? Hope you're not planning on staging a 'how-to' horror flick with us as the unsuspecting victims. Because, darling, we've seen it all, and we're not falling for the old 'I'll be right back' trick."

Tatum Riley

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