Chapter 1
Carrie
I was kissing a girl. The girl's lips were soft and demanding, as well as lush and full. Our mouths meshed together and I realized I had let out a small moan. I was aware of her breasts pressing against my own and her erratic breathing. The feel of the soft skin was very erotic and I was sure my heart was going to burst out of my chest.
RING! RING! RING!
I awoke with a start. My alarm clock had been set fifteen minutes earlier than normal, which was probably my parents doing. I rolled out of bed but then remembered the dream. The dream. This was the sixth dream I'd had had like this, and all were leading to one forbidden conclusion: I was gay.
Quickly, I pulled a brush through my hair. I had always hated the length, but Mom made me keep it long. She would often complained about not being able to tell the difference between between boys and girls these days. My parents were very religious, and if they knew about what I dreamed last night, I don't know what they'd do.
I rushed to the breakfast table where Mom and Dad waited for me. Starving, I reached for a bagel when Dad interrupted me. "Caroline, remember to do morning prayers before you eat. We want God to be pleased with you today. And everyday!" I sighed. "I'm Carrie, remember?"
I hid my eyes behind my hands and quickly recited Mary has a Little Lamb instead. I had never understood their religious doings and probably never will. As I chewed my bagel, I tried not to think about my dream. I quickly walked out of the door, the bagel still in my mouth. I closed the door before my parents could say anything else.
Today I was supposed catch the school bus, but unfortunately I never realized it had left the block till it did. I think I'm an okay runner but chasing a school bus is not easy. And apparently school bus drivers have a more important life than than a kid trying to get to school.
When I got to homeroom, (late), my homeroom teacher Ms. Perell called me over. "Carrie, you are going to be moved to a new chemistry class. The teacher is Mr. Cedar in room E-3. It will switch with your third period class, ok?" Ms. Perell gave me my new schedule. Already? I thought. It was only a third into the first session of school and I was switching classes?
When I got to my new class I could tell I was late (again) and knocked on my supposed chemistry class. When the door finally opened, I stumbled back a little. The girl who had opened it had long red hair and was wearing some bad-girl looking outfit with high heeled boots. She motioned me inside, so I followed her.
Standing next to this beautiful girl, I felt like a puddle on the side of the road. I had never really cared about fashion. My parents often made me wear a skirt, but I always brought jeans, a t-shirt, and converse to change into at school. She led me inside where the teacher was waiting.
"Ok class." Our teacher announced, "This is our new student. Her name is Carrie. Carrie, why don't you introduce yourself?"
This was the worst part of school. Being introduced by a teacher.
"Um… I'm Carrie and um… I like books."