I DO NOT OWN CARRIE. SHOUTOUT TO DAN SICKLES FOR BEING THE 1ST TO REVIEW. HOPEFULLY, THE 1ST OF MANY.

Ewen High School. Chamberlain, Maine. The Next Day.

Charlie woke up the next morning and got dressed in his typical garb: A brown leather jacket, a t shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of jet black then went downstairs and had an apple and a shot of whiskey for breakfast. Naturally, he shouldn't have been drinking alcohol. However, his grandfather didn't seem to give much of a shit as he came into the kitchen; himself nursing a hangover.

"I gotta...get to shop early...big order coming in...so get your ass in the truck." Bill said as he went out to the garage. Charlie sighed as he gathered his backpack and followed his grandpa out to the truck.

"Please tell me that this Ewen High isn't full of shit heads." He pleaded as Bill spat out the window.

"What high school in the world isn't populated by little bastards?" he asked rhetorically and honestly.

"Ain't that the truth?" Charlie asked with an equal amount of rhetoricalism. About 10 minutes later, the rusty old pickup truck pulled into the parking lot of Thomas Ewen Consolidated High School.

"I'm meeting with Irving Henty for a drink at Sheldon's Pub after work today, so you have to take the bus home." Old man Zabka replied as he stopped the truck.

"Sure, why don't you just send me off with a shirt that says I LOVE DIE ANTWOORD on it." Charlie spat in disgust. "It's just as likely to get my ass kicked as riding the damn bus."

"Don't you give me no lip boy. If I say you're riding the bus, then you are riding the fucking bus!" Bill snapped as Charlie grabbed his bag and slammed the door as he walked up to his new school.

"Damn old drunk..." Charlie muttered as his grandpa drove off to the gun shop.

As Charlie made his way inside, he made his way to the main office. The secretary looked up at him as he knocked on her desk.

"I'm here for my schedule." he stated.

"Name?" she asked.

"Charlie Zabka." he replied as she looked up at him.

"Oh yes, principal Morton wants to see you." she explained as she motioned him into the principal's office where Henry Morton was waiting for him.

"Charles Zabka, is it?" he asked as he looked at the greaser wannabe.

"Uh huh." Charlie said halfheartedly as he sat down in a chair.

"Uh huh what?"

"Uh huh sir."

"Good, now let me see..." Principal Morton replied as he pulled out a large manila folder with the words ZABKA, CHARLES written on the title space. "My, you do have a rap sheet a mile long, don't you. Vandalism, graffiti, bad language, violent conduct, disrespecting staff, smoking on school grounds, bringing weapons on school grounds. You are just a convict waiting to happen, aren't you?"

"Maybe I am and maybe I ain't." The delinquent said with a shrug.

"You are flushing your future down the toilet, young man." Morton declared angrily. "If you keep acting like a criminal, that's all you'll end up being."

"That would be just fine by me." Charlie smirked as the principal grew flustered.

"Take your class schedule and get out of my office." he demanded as Charlie left the office behind him.

Charlie's first class of the day was his least favorite: math. As he took his seat near the back of the room, he found a note crumpled up inside the desk. He uncrumpled it and read what it said.

Roses are red, violets are blue

The Ultras are awesome

And Carrie White eats shit.

He took the note and ripped it up. Charlie had little patience for high school bullies. He had seen enough to last a lifetime. As class started, the girl that Charlie had seen outside his house came in and sat at the desk on the left of his. Their eyes met and it was clear that she recognized him. He gave her a smile and she blushed for a split second before looking away. Charlie smiled as he gently poked her with his pinky finger.

"Hey, i'm Charlie. I didn't get your name." he said as the girl cautiously looked at him.

"I'm Carrie..." she whispered fearfully as if he would tease her.

"Carrie White?" Charlie asked, remembering the note he'd read. She slowly nodded as the boy flashed her another grin.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl." he remarked as she quickly shook her head.

"I'm not pretty." Carrie said with a frown.

"We'll have to agree to disagree." Charlie said as Carrie slowly gave him the ghost of a smile. With a pretty girl sitting next to him, Charlie thought Ewen High might not be so bad.

He had no idea...

NEXT TIME, CHARLIE MEETS THE ULTRAS. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.