Based on the 2013 version of Carrie. After suffering abuse at home and at school for far too long, Carrie White just wants everyone to like her. With sons strange, unexplained power she'll get just that but at what cost? Rating will change. Strong sexual content and language later on. Gets twisted.

It was roll call in gym class, everyone 's least favorite time in high school but mainly for Carrie White. She was the girl who was ridiculed and relentlessly mocked by her peers. They were all huddled together in the gymnasium and told to run laps by their teacher Miss Desjardin. Carrie was scared about what else she had planned, if they needed to break into teams or pairs there would be no one willing to take her.

"Watch where you're going, freak!", shouted Chris, as she ran past and nearly bumped into Carrie. Chris, one of the popular girls always hated Carrie for really no good reason other than the fact she was frail, dressed plainly and never stood up for herself. Carrie wished she could be like anyone of them, especially Sue Snell, one of Chris' best friends; tall, blonde and beautiful. Carrie lacked the confidence she had and grace. Carrie was picking up pace even though she wasn't exactly the best runner, she was also clumsy so she did her best not to wipe out on the hardwood floor. "Move!", this time Chris did run into Carrie, tripping her. She landed on the floor with no time to really brace herself; she had one arm out but ended up hurting herself as she skidded on the floor, red burn marks on her arm and knees.

Miss Desjardin didn't see what happened, it wasn't like anyone was going to rat out Chris so it would only seem like Carrie couldn't keep up. Everyone laughed as Miss Desjardin ran over to see if Carrie had broken her arm the way she was holding it. The only one who really felt bad for laughing was Sue. Carrie was holding back tears, she ran out of the gym not caring that she still had a class after that one.

"I told you about those young whores, Carrie!", her mother said as she ran ice cold water over her daughter's arm from the bathroom sink; of course after this she had to go into her prayer closet even though it wasn't her fault, just like every other day. Her mother thought of her as evil and needing to wash her sins away everyday. Carrie didn't know why things were the way they were, it wasn't like she asked for any of it. It would be nice if she could get people to like her but she didn't know how. She prayed in her closet that night as her mother commanded her to. She prayed she could be normal, have a friend like Sue even.

Sure everything was back to normal the next day, she would get looks from people as she went to her locker but she wasn't expecting Sue Snell to be there waiting. "Carrie, I'm sorry about yesterday", it looked like she had been standing there for a while now.

"That's ok, it wasn't your fault", for whatever reason, Carrie found it difficult looking Sue in the eye and prefered hanging her head down. Sue was a very beautiful girl, more beautiful than Carrie could ever dream to be and taller, more athletic and with better skin.

"I should've done something. I know that Chris...she can be a bitch", she tried to make Carrie smile, she did smirk a bit. Chris was one of the mean girls, some thought Sue could be as stuck up as her; she was a little bit of an outsider before meeting Chris but not the way Carrie was. "Maybe we could hangout some time", Sue suggested.

Carrie knew she was only being friendly to her, she had no intentions of being seen with her, "Uh, yeah sure, Sue."

They were scheduled for the pool today in gym class, Carrie put on her navy blue one piece but before she could even think about leaving the locker room she was grabbed. She was shocked to be forcefully spun around to face a glaring Chris. "What do you think you're doing, huh? You think you two are friends? What was that weird look you were giving her?", Carrie couldn't speak, she was so taken off guard, "Are you retarded? Seriously? I'm sick of your bullshit!", she pushed her against a locker. She laughed knowing Carrie wouldn't fight back, she was weak.

Carrie had no intention participating in class now. She peeked inside and saw Sue wearing her bathing suit, she was so confident and seemed to have not a single worry. 'Why can't I be like that?', she thought to herself.

There was no TV or computer in the White home. Margaret White forbid any outside influence so Carrie never had a chance to see how other teens acted, what was acceptable in today's world and what wasn't; if she had a magazine or any book other than the Bible she might be beaten within an inch of her life.

She came home 2 minutes late and that meant 2 extra hours in her closet but something inside of her was feeling rebellious. "Didn't you hear me?!", her mother said loudly, not wanting to repeat herself, "Get in your closet!"

Carrie had her hand on the railing, ready to run upstairs to her room. She stared Margaret in the eye and spoke back for the first time, "No."

This baffled her, something wasn't right, "What did you say?"

"NOOO!", Carrie had never raised her voice, it didn't just scare her mother but her as well.

Margaret answered simply, "Ok."

"I never want to...ever again, Mama", she said bluntly. She expected her to threaten to beat her but that never came, instead Margaret just stood there and repeated, "Ok."

Carrie walked over to her but slowly, confused as to why she was so calm, "Didn't you hear me?"

"Yes, Carrie, you don't want to go into the closet anymore."

"Good...I want a TV and computer", she knew this was an impossible request but wanted to see what she'd say.

"Yes, of course."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Carrie wasn't sure what to make of this, had she finally lost her mind? She saw how sad Margaret looked, so worn out, wrinkled skin that made her appear 10 years older.

"And smile. Be happy", Carrie commanded. Margaret obeyed, smiling at her, standing perfectly still. Carrie was floored by this, it was strange but it was nice seeing her mother act normal. But she couldn't figure out why all of the sudden she was acting like this.

Carrie stayed up in her bedroom doing homework until she heard trucks park outside, not on the street but in their driveway. She ran downstairs to see a 60" flat screen fitted to the wall. A computer was hauled up to her room. She was shocked at how quickly this all was happening.

"What...how did you?"

"Sorry it took so long to get everything. I wasn't sure what you wanted exactly. I can have them take them back for something else."

Carrie was still shocked but more excited that this was really happening, "No this is great!", she hugged her.

"The Internet won't be hooked up likely until after dinner", she said this like it was the end of the world; how she arranged all of this so quickly was a mystery in and of itself.

Carrie continued to experiment with more demands, wondering if there were any limits. She wanted pizza for dinner and that's what they got, delivery and that was the first time that had ever happened. She told her mother she wanted beer but just as she grabbed he car keys to go get some, Carrie laughed and said she was only joking. If she was able to get whatever she wanted, she was already forming a list in her head. Learn to drive, drive the car, go out on her own with no curfew.

She still felt weak and a little pathetic. She wanted to be normal. Could she teach herself to be normal? She hoped the Internet could show her how. There was so much to learn, her homepage was Google so she just started typing into the search engine; the old Margaret White would never let her use a computer, it was a tool of the Devil according to her. Carrie did use a computer in school but for work and nothing more, even a lot of her research was done in the library.

Gossip and celebrity news, the Olympics, Netflix, Youtube it was all there for her to take in. When looking at all of these celebrites and athletes with their toned bodies it only made her jealous that she wasn't like that, she wouldn't dream of starving herself. She did wonder why her breasts weren't as big as some of these girls that flooded the interweb. Sue and Chris and a lot of the girls at her school were fairly close to some of the ones she saw so they had to have idolized them in some ways so she knew she was off to a good start. She didn't have what you would call a wardrobe from this or last decade which meant she would need to do some shopping but for now she would salvage what she had.

She came across the website Facebook but knew little about it, she did hear kids bring it up in the halls but had no clue if it was something she needed to join. She was still nervous about the whole thing. Setting up her profile, realizing that there was so much that needed to be filled out and she didn't even have any pictures of herself. Hobbies, what movies she liked? There was so many restrictions before but for now it seemed like whatever was going on with her mother was her dream come true, she could listen to any music or watch any movie she wanted.

She put a picture of a flower as her temporary profile picture. Add friends? Did she dare add Sue? She went through her pictures, completely open for anyone to see, she had over 200 friends and so many posts to her wall. A lot of stuff from Chris and a boy named Tommy who she was tagged in a relationship with since last year. Carrie could only dream of having a boyfriend, but who would ever date her?

Sue was about to go to bed but decided to check Facebook for the 10th time that evening. She saw some stupid updates by Chris and Tommy and shared videos of pranks and people getting hurt but the one thing that took her by surprise was the friend request. Carrie White? At first she didn't believe it, Carrie seemed far too sheltered to have a Facebook account. Only one photo added and she had just joined a couple hours ago. No friends or posts to her wall yet. She felt guilty, she accepted her request without a second thought and signed off.

By morning she saw a few updates including pictures of Carrie, or what looked like Carrie. She called up Chris, "Did you make a fake account for Carrie?"

Chris' response was priceless, "What? No! Why would I make an account for her?"

"I'm serious, if this is your idea of some stupid joke..."

"It's not, relax! I guess the weirdo is trying to be human."

Sue couldn't shake it, something was off. Images of Carrie with lipstick and eyeliner was a little jarring. She decided to confront her about it, see how she was doing. But Carrie wasn't at her locker she was at Sue's. "Oh, uh, good morning, Carrie. "

"Good morning, Sue", Carrie said this looking right at her, not hanging her head and standing up straight for a change. She wasn't wearing the heavy red lipstick from her Facebook photo but did have on eyeliner. Her clothes, a white t-shirt and black tight jeans with some cuts in them, it didn't look designer made most likely hand cut before school.

Sue looked her up and down, her blonde hair even didn't look as mangled. "Wow, you...Look great."

"Thanks. My mom did a little shopping last night for me." It took Margaret all night to find what she needed, fortunately there was a second hand place not far from them.

"It's great...I didn't even recognize you...I mean...I didn't mean it's great it looks nothing like you or anything."

"That's ok, I got you", she smirked.

The bell rang and the two went their seperate ways, Sue did say they should meet up later and Carrie agreed. Everything seemed to be going great, everyone was checking her out in the halls as she walked to class with her head held high.

When she turned a corner to get to Math she was pulled back by someone and she had a sinking feeling who before she came face to face with her. "Wow, you can't be serious!", Chris had her against the wall. Carrie's confidence was shattered, she was back to being the helpless victim unable to put words together. Chris mocked her outfit, her makeup, "All because you try to dress like us doesn't make you any less of a freak!"

Carrie felt so much hate right now that it was unbearable, which led to her saying in a deep loud voice, "Be nicer!"

For a moment, Chris looked like she was backing off, could this really work on her too? She smiled blankly for only a second and then shook her head, "You are such a loser." Carrie really wished that would work, feeling defeated she turned to walk away only to be tripped by Chris and laughed at by everyone still standing around.

She collected herself and ran to class. She hates herself for not doing anything, she knew she had to work up some courage, really show Chris she wasn't taking anymore of her shit.

"She sounds like a bitch, Carrie", said her mother after Carrie came straight home with tears in her eyes telling her about her day.

She rested, spread out on the couch, "What do I do, fight her? That's wrong right?"

Margaret just smiled, "Whatever you think is best."

"I'm still not like everyone else. How do I do that?"

"But you're better than everyone else, Carrie."

"Huh?", Carrie couldn't believe she just said that. "There is no way you really mean that."

"I do."

Carrie still couldn't get over her small breasts, she thought they were holding her back, "Do you think I should get breast implants? Maybe that will give me the confidence I need."

"Yes, Carrie, huge breasts." She laughed, it was so weird hearing her say these things, "Watermelons."

"Maybe not that big, Mama", Carrie chuckled.

She needed someone else to consult, someone not under her control. But there were only 2 people she knew she might be able to trust.

Carrie will realize more of her power in the next chapter and get some help. Hope you are liking it so far. Thanks!