Carrie found Charlie in the empty bathroom, sitting on the tile floor with her head down. She approaches the girl and knelt down in front of her.

"Charlie?"

She quickly wipes her eyes, sniffing her nose a bit. "Yeah?"

Carrie notices the red marks on her sister's face. Placing her fingers under her chin, she made Charlie look at her. Charlie's eyes were bloodshot red...like she been crying for hours.

"What's wrong?" Carrie asks.

Charlie bit her lip. "It's nothing, Carrie. I'm fine."

"Who hit you?"

"The Wicked Witch of the West, Chris." Charlie said. She rubs her eyes.

I hate when I cry. I must look weak to her.

"You're not weak, Charlie." Carrie told her. "You're the strongest person I ever met."

"I punched her."

"Chris?"

Charlie nods. "Yeah. So hard she landed on her ass." Her smile faded quickly as it appeared. "But I was scared that...I was gonna burn her. I mean, I hate her...but I'm afraid..."

Carrie hugs her. "Hey, it's okay."

"You don't understand. You don't understand how dangerous if I lose control or if you lose control." Charlie said, her voice trembling. "Or we both lose control at the same time."

Over and over, Carrie could hear her thoughts, repeating : I can't let it happen again, I can't let it happen again...

When Carrie was nine, Momma had took her to a homeless shelter to help the 'sinners' and 'save' their souls from the eternal pits. She would spread the word of 'God' to random people. To the drunks, she preach about how the alcohol was poisoning their souls. She would called the women who sell their bodies to strangers jezabels to satan's whores. On one of those days, she got really bored and wonder around, getting strange looks from the men as she walk pass them.

She remember seeing a little girl about her age, playing with a dirty teddy bear alone in the corner. Smiling Carrie runs over to the girl.

"Hi." Carrie said.

The blonde haired girl looks up at Carrie. "H-Hi."

"My name is Carrie. What's your name?"

"Charlie."

"Can I play with you?" Carrie asks.

"You wanna play with me?"

"Please? No likes to play with me."

Charlie thought about it for a minute. "Ok Carrie. What do you wanna play?"

She looks down at her shoes. "I dunno any games."

"Patty cake?"

"Can you teach me?"

Carrie spent her entire time at the homeless shelter playing patty cake with Charlie. Momma had found her and scold at Carrie for not telling her where she been. Charlie and Carrie sadly waved good-bye to each other as Mrs. White drags Carrie by her arm.

During that night, Carrie laid in her bed thinking about Charlie. She found herself talking to Charlie inside her *mind. Carrie didn't know how and neither did Charlie. They though it was make believe...

Sam was busy placing the lighting on the ceiling of the gymnasium entrance when Chris Hargensen came storming inside, dropping her bag to the floor to let everyone know of her presence.

"Heard the news? So...I'm officially out of the prom. I bet the cocksucker Morton loses his job, thought."

Sue and Sam had heard the news. Along with the entire school.

"My dad is suing him." Chris went on. Her face suddenly turned to an expression of fury. "That goddamned Carrie and Charlie White! I wish they'd take there goddamn Mother Teresa routine and shove up their ass!"

Spoiled brat. Sam thought to himself.

"You'll get over it." Sue said.

"If only the rest of you would've walk out with me...Jesus Sue, we would've had them by the balls."

"We deserved it." Sue replies simply. "For what we did to them. I thought I deserved it. Miss Desjardin was right. What we did was a shitty thing."

"Bullshit. That Carrie and Charlie White runs around saying everyone but them and their mother is going to hell. They been asking for it since the sixth grade."

Sue walks away from her.

"Hey I seem to remember you were in there throwing shit like the rest of us." Chris said. "What was it that you called Carrie? A freak?"

"Yes. But I stopped."

"Oh you stopped?" Chris slowly approaches her. "You been dreaming about high school with he perfect boyfriend and the perfect prom all your goddamn life."

Sue felt blood rushing to her face now.

"You already book the hotel. Practice the sounds..." She mockingly moans out. "when you and Tommy make love. That's why you had this bullshit change of heart. You don't give a shit about Carrie or Charlie White. I bet it was you who snitch about the video-"

"I think you should go now." Sam said from behind. "Aren't you suspended?"

Chris looks over his shoulder. "Whatever, nerd." Chris shoves him out of her way.

When Sue got home, she saw that her mother had pick up her prom dress. It was a bright red gown. She touches it lightly, smiling at how soft it feels. The smile fades quickly when she thought about what Chris said. She was right. She took Miss Desjardin's boot camp not because of nobility. She wasn't gonna miss her prom for anything or anyone.

From The Shadow & Catalyst Exploded (p. 60)

The following excerpt is a e-mail to Donna Kellogg from Christine Hargensen. Ms. Kellogg moved from Maine to California before the fall 2012 semester began. She was Ms. Hargensen few close friends and a confidante. This e-mail was sent on June 7th, 2013:

"So I'm out of the Prom and my yellow-guts father says won't give them what they deserve. But they're not gonna get away with it. I don't know exactly what I'm gonna do yet, but I guarantee you everyone is gonna get to big fucking surprise."