This story was just an idea floating in my head, and I just decided to write it down. For all readers, this fanfic is rated M for a reason! I got to thinking about the book and movie Carrie, and the character Sadie and... Yeah. This story incorporates BOTH the book and movie! In the book, Carrie doesn't have a BFFFL!

I DO NOT own Carrie or any of the TDI characters. This fic is AU, obviously. And bullying is wrong. If you know someone getting bullied, please step in. One voice will make a difference in a life full of hurt. Wow! That sounded all author-y! But seriously though, bullying is wrong. Please help stop it.


RAIN OF STONES REPORTED

It was reliably reported by several townspeople that a curious rain of stones fell from a clear sky, July 9th in the town of Wawanakwa. The stones fell predominantly on the home of Mrs. Margaret White, a widow, who lives with her three year old daughter, Sandrine.

Mrs. White could not be reached for comment.


Graffiti scratched on a desk of Wawanakwa Grammar School in Wawanakwa: Sadie White eats sh*t.


The sun shone brightly through the windows of Mr. Samuelson's history class, where Mr. Samuelson, a short, small man whose monotone voice was hardly audible past the first three rows of desks, was lecturing on the importance of World War I. Half the class were talking to each other, and the other half were asleep.

Snoring peacefully in the middle of the classroom, Sadie White was one of those teenagers.

"Sadie…" Katie Black, a tall, hyper-skinny tan girl, poked the sleeping girl's pale, chunky arm.

"Mmmm…." Sadie moaned.

"Sadie…" the tan girl hissed again. "Wake up!"

The chubby girl yawned and rolled over.

A paper ball appeared and bounced off the back of Sadie's perfectly exposed head, jerking her awake instantly.

"Huh--what?" Sadie gasped, her face still puffy from sleep.

"She said wake up, lard-ass!" a voice called from the back of the classroom.

"W-what?" Sadie asked, confused.

Giggles erupted across the classroom. Nearly everyone's attention was on Sadie, who tried to sink into her desk and disappear from the jeering eyes of her classmates. Her intention was to fade from sight, so everyone would stop hissing about her---before the usual daily round of torture would begin. In all, she was failing miserably.

"--What a dumb ass.--"

"--She doesn't understand anything outside of the cafeteria, you know.--"

A blond boy wearing a cowboy hat started to make pig noises at Sadie for fun.

"--She should kill herself. I know I would if I looked like that.--"

"--Hey, Sadie! I've got a gun I snatched from my old man. Tell you what, I'll let you borrow it for free. It's got one bullet though, so you kinda got to make it count.--"

Sadie didn't want any trouble. Not today. She didn't feel well. She just wanted them all to stop. She wanted the hurtful words to go away. She wanted to be left alone.

Sadie felt the sting of another paper ball.

Too late.


Sitting at the very front and center of the classroom, Courtney Evans tried hard to concentrate on Mr. Samuelson's lecture. She needed to get perfect grades this year, or she could forget any chance of ever getting into the ivy leagues.

But the laughter and cat-calling from her peers behind her was ruining her concentration.

Darn it! There was no way she could get anything done now with that racket those jerks are making back there!

The mocha-haired teenager turned around to tell off her classmates, when she saw ugly old Sadie White being careened with---

"Ahem!" mild-mannered Mr. Samuelson seemed to have finally noticed the disruption in his classroom. That was a surprise. A nuclear bomb could have gone off under his watch, and he'd never notice.

"And what, may I ask, is going on here?"

"Why, nothing, sir," Heather Chen replied sweetly. Courtney could see the paper ball, tightly crushed, falling to the floor behind her back.

"Nothing?" Katie cried. "Nothing? Sadie could've been-"

"Oh, you wasn't so protective of the fat sh*t when we were creaming her with balls were you!" Heather pointed at Katie.

Katie fidgetted for a second and turned her head.

"Ah…" said Mr. Samuelson. "Miss White…disrupting my class again, I see."

Everyone parted so the teacher could have a clear view of Sadie.

The chubby girl's face was bent forward. Her whole form seemed to slouch in her seat, silently taking on the abuse. There was a wetness smeared across her desk.

"Yuck," Gwen Masterson gagged at the substance smeared on Sadie's desk. "Please don't tell me that is what I think it is."

"Yeah, disgusting right?" Cody Matthews agreed, looking up at the blue-haired girl hopefully. Like he has a chance, Courtney huffed.

"Miss White, what have I told you about disrupting my class again?" Mr. Samuelson asked slowly, as if Sadie was retarded. Some people sniggered.

Sadie sniffed.

"B-but it so wasn't her fault!" Katie Black piped up, standing up for her friend.

"Sit down, Miss Black!"

"B-but!"

But Sadie reached out to her friend, silently telling Katie not to get into any trouble on her account. Katie, understanding the gesture, sighed and gave it up.

"Now…Miss White…," the short man smirked. "For this grievous offense--" Courtney flinched. The man seemed to be getting a kick out of making Sadie White suffer. In truth, he was so lame that she was about the only student he could bully.

"Out into the hall. Now." Mr. Samuelson pointed towards the door, and Sadie sluggishly heaved her round body up, and walked towards the door, stepping over the legs stuck out to trip her up.

Courtney would have helped her, would have said something. But, God, she didn't even stand up for herself. What kind of loser didn't stand up for himself? And besides, it wasn't like there was any harm in what they were doing. It was all good fun. Twenty years from now, we are all going to sit back and laugh about how stupid everyone was in high school. Right?


From the CASE of SANDRINE WHITE, by Dr. Ezekiel Bridges, professor of Behavioral and Paranormal Psychology at the University of Alberta.

It could hardly be disputed that failure to notice the White girl's telekinesis--the ability to move objects by effort of will only--comes known to her ability at times of extreme stress, eh? I, myself, having grown up beside and attended school with Miss White had no prior knowledge of her psychic abilities, until….that night. It can be noted that the abuse and shame she suffered from the hands of our classmates coupled with the incident with Katie Black invariably led up to--


As soon as the second period bell rang, Katie Black nearly flew out of Mr. Samuelson's door, but not before sticking her tongue out at him at the last minute.

It really didn't matter because the short old man's face was turned away from her, but it made Katie feel better anyway.

Rushing out into the crowded halls, it didn't take Katie long to find her friend huddled up solemnly in a secluded corner, watching the rush of teenagers going by.

"Are you like okay?" Katie asked, looking down at her shorter friend.

Sadie nodded dolefully.

"Oh, don't be like that with me, Sadie!" Katie huffed. "Besides, I totally have such great news!"

Great news? Sadie mouthed. She felt very empty, hollow. She'd never understand why her classmates hated her so much. No amount of "great" news would cheer her up until she got home and opened up her tub of Breyers. Chocolate chunks were the best.

"Guess what? I'm going on a date!" Katie practically squealed.

Contrary to what she'd thought moments before, Sadie cheered up almost instantly. Katie always seemed to have that effect on Sadie. She unconsciously knew how to cheer the heavier girl up.

Sadie smiled.

Without Katie, what ever would she do?

"Oh my gosh! With who?" Sadie nearly jumped out of her skin with excitement. It was good to see Katie happy. Katie was so smart, and pretty, and thin, unlike Sadie who could barely stand to look at her own ugliness, her clumsiness…

Sadie knew that she brought Katie down. Katie could be with so much more prettier, popular people than Sadie. Ugly, shovel-faced, dumb-ass, lard-ass, Sadie White. Sadie knew this, and she was eternally grateful.

Katie couldn't contain her happiness. "Geoff Daniels! He is just sooooo yummy! Don't you think so? He asked me out right before class! That was what I wanted to wake you up for--"

"B-but isn't he going out with the school's swim champ, Bridge-?"

"Oh, not anymore silly!" Katie laughed. "How could he see her when he says he wants to date me? Besides," the tall girl bent down and whispered into Sadie's waiting ear. "He says she doesn't put out."

Sadie sighed. All the good things happened to Katie. Good looks, boyfriend, popularity...

Little did they know that that was all about to change---very soon.

"You're not happy for me…" Katie pouted.

Sadie gasped. "That's not true! Seriously not true! It's--It's just this Geoff guy sounds kinda--"

"Oh I know!" Katie grinned. "You just need to find a boyfriend too!"

Sadie sighed. She'd given up the notion of boyfriend years ago along with the idea of having the perfect tan.

"You know, I could try to get with one of Geoff's friends. There's that Tyler guy, and that uber-yummy Tre-"

The tardy bell rang.

"Oh my gosh!" Sadie panicked. "I'm late for gym!"

"Oh gosh… science…" Katie gagged. "Oh well…Geoffykins'll be there…"

"Oh, wait!"

"Yeah, right!" Katie caught herself. "BFFFL's for life!" She raised her spirit fingers.

"For life!" Sadie mixed her fingers with Katie's for a few seconds before they both rushed off towards their classes.


Sadie was right about one thing: She WAS late for gym class. And the raven-haired girl had to run five laps as punishment for her tardiness, with everyone watching.

Sadie hated gym class. Not because she was so clumsy and uncoordinated, not because she sucked at nearly every sport, not because everyone made a game of trying to trip her up, and not even because she looked horrible in shorts and sweats.

Sadie hated gym because there was no Katie by her side.

But there was one thing the chubby girl hated more than gym was what happens after gym.

The showers.

And this day would prove to be Sadie White's worst day in the showers.


From the JOURNAL of GEOFF DANIELS, found by his mother after his death on May 20

Dear diary, oops! I mean Dear journal,

Dude! You won't guess what happened today! I made varsity quaterback! Sucks that DJ broke his leg and all, but Woohoo! I get to be quaterback! 'Cha! Finally, now I can impress Bridge with all my sweet moves from the new plays I'm going to learn.

So, later on the guys inidi-(crossed out)--intiti-(rubbed out)--initiated-(finally) me into some kind of Guys' Club. Only the most popular of guys could be in it. I was so psyched!

Until they told me what I actually had to do to get in.

I mean, I can't do that! Not to Bridge! We've been going steady for almost a year now. She's like the perfect babe; I can't mess that up.

But, I really want to get in.

All my best buds are in there: DJ, Duncan, Tyler, even Justin, even though we don't hang out with him much. They've done it. And they even picked out the perfect girl for me to score with. Katie Baker, or whatever her name is. If I don't do it, I may lose my best buds.

They don't associate with guys outside the Club.

They said all I have to do is lead her on, make-out with her a bit, and catch it all on tape so we can laugh about it later. That's all. Just some harmless little fun. If it all goes right, Bridge'll never know.

And what Bridgette doesn't know, won't hurt her right? Or even what Katie doesn't know? And everyone else got away with their "assignment." It's all just harmless fun.

Just some harmless little fun.

Harmless.

Right?


From the DIARY of BETH (BETHANY) ANN SANDERS, found after her death on May 20

Dear diary,

Oh my gosh, Lindsay is such a good friend! We both went to Patty's, and she paid for BOTH of our manicures! Of course, I know she's like rich, or whatever, but still it was such a nice gesture.

She's so much nicer than Heather! Heather is an ugly, anorexic witch!

There. I said it. And Heather will never know I put the truth about her on paper. Now I need to gather up my courage to say it to her face!

Oh! And before I forget, I need to write down what happened at school today.

Eva Emerson broke a guy's nose today. Got two weeks suspension. Like that'll help. She's a homicidal psycho.

Izzy (who knows Izzy's last name?) poured her soup down Chef Hatchet's pants today at lunch. She's the REAL psycho!! But I kinda like her…Don't tell anyone though.

And fat old Sadie White was late for gym class again. She is so…sad. Nobody's her friend, but I heard she doesn't wash like normal people so it's kinda like her fault. I know that sentence kinda sounds mean, but I'm not mean at all. You need to hear Heather talk about her.

And guess what? Sadie White is SIXTEEN, and she didn't even know that girls have---


Excerpt from the 911 recording made by the CALL of LESHAWNA JACKSON, the night of May 20

"911 emergency. What is your situation?"

"Listen! There is something happening at the prom!! Sadie White! She's--"

"The high school prom?"

"Yeah, lady! Hurry up! Get somebody over here NOW!!"

"The prom? Is this a joke? Look kid-"

"This is not a joke! Send some people down here!! People are hurt in there!! Send some ambulances!"

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Leshawna!!"

"Okay, are you injured, Leshawna?"

"No! Now send-!"

"Are others injured?"

"YES!!"

"Are you able to help others?"

There was a pause.

"You want me to go in there and get myself KILLED? Heck no!"

"Leshawna please-"

"Sh*t! She's coming out!"

"Who's coming out, Leshawna? Help is coming soon. Tell me about your situation."

"Sadie White! She's outside."

"Is she the one injuring other people? If she is, get yourself to safety and to a position where you can observe the scene. Can you do that for me, Leshawna?"

"She's looking THIS WAY!!"

"Leshawna? Do you hear me? Get to somewhere safe immediately. The police are coming."

"….."

"Leshawna? Leshawna, can you hear me? Leshawna!"

Dial tone.


Now, how do you like my first installment of this story? Did it suck? Or was it interesting? Please review!! And thanks for reading!