I heard the door open and a soft sweet voice follow shortly after it was Mrs. Moreno, "Carrie sweetie time to get up for school breakfast is almost done and I can give you a ride this morning." I stretched out along my bed with a yawn and nodded, "Okay I will be down in a few." She stepped out and closed the door I got up and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Yesterday after leaving the sheriff's station they both had taken me to go school shopping I didn't really know what to get I had never shopped for myself it was always my mother doing the shopping. She had to make sure that it was god proof I couldn't wear anything that showed any bit of my flesh and that's what I was used to, so when we went shopping that's what I picked out. Long dresses with long sleeved sweaters and things that wouldn't show me at all.
The Moreno's were shocked by my choice of attire but didn't say anything to me about it, I got dressed and made my way down to the dinning room placing my backpack by the door before I sat at the table. They had so much food on the table I wasn't sure if I would be able to finish it all so I grabbed a bit of everything and put it onto my plate starting to eat it was just as delicious as the dinner she had made last night.
After she had seen I finished my plate she looked at the time on the clock just above the sink, "Oh we better get you to school still have to go to the office to get your schedule." Nodding slowly I got up from my chair and grabbed my plate but before I could take it to the sink to wash it she placed her hand on my arm, "Oh sweetie don't worry about that I will take care of it when I come back." I set the plate back down with a light smile walking to the door I grabbed my back and headed out to the car.
As we pulled up to the school I looked out of the window flashes of how my old school was replayed in my head and I gripped the handle of the door tightly with a gulp, I haven't been to school since prom night and it wasn't where I wanted to go back. Looking back at Mrs. Moreno I smiled lightly, "Thank you I will see you at the hotel then after school?" she nodded with a smile and unlocked the car doors and I let myself out placing the backpack over my shoulders and closed the door. The first thing I noticed was that I didn't get the awkward stares or the mean whispers of others making fun of me which made me relax a little bit.
When I walked into the office the principle greeted me with a smile, "Hmmm I haven't seen you around here… you must be Carrie?" Looking down I pushed the strands of my blonde hair behind my ears, "Yes that's me.." I mumbled through the corner of my eye I could see him grabbing a folder on the counter. "Alright how about you follow me this way I will show you to your classes then your locker." Nodding my head I moved behind him and followed close crossing my arms around my chest I stared at the ground his voice fading in the background my head trying to block out the thoughts of the rest of the students.
One in particular made my head pop up it said soon they will all be in pain, and utter chaos. The voice was deep and dark it gave me the creeps it made my body shiver in fear as my head turned to see where it was coming from but I couldn't hear a voice that sounded the same to it and the principle talking to me distracted me from it. "Alright now you're locker will be over here…" with that he left to go scold a few students who were smoking in the lacrosse field, I opened up my locker placing a few things inside so my bag wasn't too heavy when I heard a young boy's voice. I wonder what that dream was about.. will I be able to control myself?
stopping what I was doing I closed my locker door and in front of my eyes I saw a tall boy with dark hair and tanned skin coming down the hall my way and for a moment my thoughts flashed back to Tommy Ross when he came walking towards me to ask me to prom. I felt the air leave my lungs as Tommy's face disappeared and was replaced with the boy walking passed me my head following with his movement. "Hey SCOTT!" I jumped lightly as a boy a bit smaller than the one I was gazing at called to the one I was admiring from a far Scott was his name and it seemed to fit him perfectly my eyes watching as the two boys walked out of sight.