Carrie belongs to Stephen King
Carrie walked through the hallway, shrunk and nervously, feeling the evil looks and smiles of those who judge her. "Freak." "Crazy." "Ugly." "You should kill yourself." Carrie could hear the whispers, it would never end, that avalanche of problems that choked her. "Why doesn't that end? What did I do to deserve this? Why is everyone so mean to me?"Carrie always wondered about that. Looking in the direction of the lockers and saw a janitor cleaning a graffiti:
CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT
Tears were beginning to coming out through her eyes. "Look at that, a crying freak." "Fuck, the devout of Jesus is always crying." "Maybe she masturbates with a crucifix." "Haha, very funny Mike." More whispers and wicked smiles. Carrie rushed the step and went to the bathroom. There she stood in front of a mirror, heaved her strawberry blond hair from a cloth that fastened it. Anger and Sadness was what she felt, so she stared at the mirror with a lot of hatred. But then, the mirror began to crack,and then the mirror broke, breaking into several pieces of glass. Frightened, Carrie sees that the pieces begin to float. No longer frightened, and rather amazed, she smiles, a true smile, one that she has not given for a long time. "Amazing" She thought. A noise at the door caught his eye, taking the concentration of the glass and removing it from his power. A girl came in, Heather Shyres, one of the Ultras, a group of rich and popular girls, she's one of the most tortures her. Carrie took her things fast and came out of the bathroom.
In the library, (one of the few places she felt safe, perhaps the only one) picked up some book on telekinesis. She sat on a chair in front of a computer and typed it on the keyboard:
Magic powers
She watched a video of someone moving a sheet of paper. She didn't know if it was true or fake, but it was amazing. Freddy Holt, better known as The Beak, one of Ewen High's nerds, (he did not mock her, but also did not help her) came towards her.
"Um... you know...Sorry"
"I was just going to say, you can make it in full-screen"
He clicked with the mouse on an icon, and as he had said, it went full-scream. And he left. She turned her attention to the video.
In the classroom, she sat in her place waiting for the class to begin. As the class did not start, he laid his head on the table and reflected on her life. Her "life" could be called hell, there was never peace. At home, she was abused by the one who was supposed to love and protect her, her own mother, Margaret White. Margaret was a religious fanatic who prevented Carrie from having a normal life, for her, everything is a sin, she was the cause Carrie suffered bullying.
At school she was bullied by many students, the worst was the bathroom incident, the day she had her first menstruation.
"What a horrible day, the worst of all". She thought.
She thought she was dying.
Mama didn't say anything and I suffered for it. They laughed and threw things at me.
As she remembered that day, tears came out of her eyes. At home she was locked in the closet, the worst place of all, where she would be locked up and prayed for hours.
"I hate that closet." She thought angry.
"Is there anyone who understands me?" She wondered.
Mr. Ullman, the English teacher, entered the room (he also hated Carrie).
He sat in his chair and announced:
"Class, we have a new student."
This caught the attention of Carrie and the rest of the class.
"Great, one more to torment me."
The rest of the class spoke things like:
"Is he handsome? "and" I hope she's single" " You can come in, Mr. Hargensen"
"Is he related with Chris?"Some girl said. Some people gasped. No knew Chris Hargensen has a brother. The silence has taken over the room. A boy enters the room, all looking directly at him. He had an oval face, dark and smooth hair, had a clear skin and had blue eyes. He was wearing headphones, obviously listening to music, and it was his clothes were all black, shirt, pants and sneakers.
His expression was blank. "Satanist."That's what mama would say. "Introduce yourself, Mr. Hargensen," said Mr. Ullman.
The same sighed ,and murmured something: "What a drag."
"What did you say?" the teacher asked.
"Nothing." he replied.
"Hi, my name is Jason Hargensen."
"That's it ?"
"I'll tell the rest to those I think deserve"he replied, bored. The girls' cheeks in the room turned red, while the boys looked at him with envy.
"Wow, he's so mysterious. " "He's perfect" "Emo displayed" "Feeling superior" When Mr. Ullman asked the class if we had any questions, a girl raised her hand and asked.
"Are you single?" Yes, but right now I'm not interested in dating. " He replied seeming bored.
"Too bad, you're cute." She said
His expression was still neutral, but he had a little red on his cheeks.
Mr. Ullman told him to sit in the spot in front of Carrie.
"And who is Carrie? " He asked.
The teacher pointed to Carrie who shrank in her place, not liking the attention. He went towards her and sat down in his place. He withdrew the materials from his backpack and put his head over his hand. What Carrie didn't expect was for him to turn his head and give her a little smile.
Carrie blushed a bit, but then she seemed surprised. Something came over her head.
"I know him from somewhere." She thought.
"Looks like this is going to be interesting." He thought.
Author Notes:
Hey guys. This is my first fanfic so i hope you like it.
