(A/N: Revamping. If you're interested in teenage drama mixed with venting telekinetic abilities possibly to come, tune in!)

the last white

a carrie fanfiction

Sara Jennings sat down at the table in the cafeteria, everything was hustling and bustling. Jennifer Sanders had apparently gotten a new style, and everyone was talking about it. Jennifer was the most popular, most beautiful girl in the school. All the girls wanted to be her, and all of the guys wanted to be with her. Total worshippers.

Sara was just a smaller girl, a nobody in most of the school's eyes. She had two friends, yes. And her brown hair was an real turn-off, it was messed up and tangled, her alarm never woke her up quite at the right time. She hated that alarm. For when it did wake her up, it was like a band was marching through her room, which, her mother reminded her of every day, was messier than that old school at the other side of Chamberlain.

She wondered why they never had torn it down, it was a real mess. There were rumors that a girl named Carrie White destroyed it, trapping many teenagers inside. She wished she could make all the others pay, let them know how they made her feel. How when they poured milk in her friends backpack, making her cry, or made fun of her hair. Sara really hated it when they made fun of the way she dressed. It wasn't her fault she looked like Molly Shannon in superstar.

Suddenly a cheerful voice came from behind her, Tini McAnders, a small girl, who wasn't even 5 feet tall. She didn't let that keep her down. She was president of the student council, and a very good friend. Tini was always there for her, she was her best friend, and so was the girl that sat next to her. Norma Phillipsen.

"I heard, that Paul Winston and Jennifer Sanders broke up!" Norma blurted, placing her tray infront of her.

"Oh yeah, Norma... And did you hear that he broke up with Jenny just for you?" Tini said, slamming three text books on the table, making Sara jump.

Norma Phillipsen had glasses, and was the one of which they poured milk in her backpack. She had had a crush on Paul Winston for ages, at least since fourth grade, and one time, when the brunette went over to him to give him his text book he only replied with, "Thanks, freak." That had made Norma cry all afternoon. She had been so happy at first, then he said 'freak'. But, in the eyes of the entire school they were freaks, and it never got Christina down. But Sara wasn't sure about herself..

"At least my nickname isn't Tini, Tini!" said Norma, picking up her sloppy-joe and taking a bite.

Tini stuck out her tongue as she sat next to Sara. "So, whatcha doing today?" asked Tini.

"Nothing much." Sara replied, sighing as she looked over at Jake Matthesen.

"Come on, Sara, Jake is taken. Molly something.. I think..." Sara blocked out the words as Jake turned to her, looking a bit, smiling even.

Jake Matthesen had been the second most popular guy in school since Paul had began dating Jennifer. Jake was with someone now, someone bitchy, Molly. That brought Sara to a sad, hard splat, she had thought their chances were so good. He kept looking at her, maybe it was a rumor.

"Hey sweetheart!" He shouted. She smiled. But was taken aback when Molly Nelson pushed her way through a crowd of divas. She smiled back.

"Oh, hey, sugar-bun."

Norma almost choked on her milk, and began laughing, hysterically. Molly looked at Norma, "Hey, at least I have a boyfriend, you freak." Norma gave a weak grimace as Molly walked away.

Norma mimicked, "Hey, at least I have a boyfriend, you freak.." She used her squeakiest voice possible.

"Hey, well at least I don't have to worry about --" Sara started.

Tini cut in, "You guys, we really should study. I think that we should just open the books and work right now."

Norma looked at her. "What the heck is wrong with you? During lunch? No way! Besides, I already studied."

Tini frowned. "Fine, I'll just work alone."

Sara looked over. "Hey, I didn't study. I think I'll join you," she smiled, picking up her tray, and Norma sighed in defeat.

"Fine, fine, I was watching the newest Brad Pitt movie..." The girls sat back down and Norma grabbed a book. "So what do we work on first?"

"First, chapter one, Julius Caesar." Tini began reading to them, so they would suck up all the bits of information.

"Will you shut--" They looked over, "The hell--" Jennifer Jennings, "up? God, it's bad enough you guys go to my school, but I don't want to hear you. Please." Jennifer smiled. "Well, I guess you could, go over to the.. geeks' table. See it? Down there, next to the gays and lesbians."

Tini blinked. "I don't see you sitting at the 'gays and lesbians table.' Must not be the real thing."

"Well, up yours with a twirling lawn mower!" Miranda, a Jennifer lackey, laughed.

"You wish," said Sara.

"We do wish. And we wish you and your little friends would just.. just turn into a pile of dust or something. You go do that, I have to get my nails done, Theresa." Theresa McDonald pulled out a packet of finger nail polish.

Sara, Tini, and Norma got up, walking off. Sara was angry. But not angry enough to unleash her power inside. She wasn't sure why she had it, but she knew how to trigger it. But she wouldn't use it, not now.. The teenagers ranted and roared, laughed and giggled, not knowing that over half of them would be dead before the week's end.