CHAPTER 2

Explanations

"So this is Camp Green Lake." Carrie laughed, looking out at her dry, barren surroundings.

"Not as green as it sounds," Zigzag commented. The two of them were sitting on the edge of the camp, talking and laughing. There was a short pause in their conversation, and Zigzag spoke up.

"So why are you here anyways?" He asked Carrie, trying to look her in the eye.

Carrie looked away. "I don't remember." she whispered.

"How can you not remember?" He asked with a laugh, thinking she was joking. When he saw the serious look on her face, he stopped.

Carrie thought about that night, trying to remember, but forgetting the end of her story after about her fourth drink. She began to voice the story to Zigzag, bringing herself back to that night.

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Carrie stood in front of the mirror, checking a third time to makes sure her spaghetti strapped black dress wasn't too low cut, too tight, showing too much leg. As she had found the first two times, it wasn't.

She fluffed out her hair and made sure that the brown eyeliner circling her brown eyes wasn't smudged.

Finally, the doorbell rang.

"Mom! I'm going out with Jason!" She yelled up the stairs, grabbing her purse and black jacket. She opened the door to her smiling boyfriend.

"You look great!" He complimented. "These are for you." He held out a dozen red roses.

"Thanks!" She took the flowers and set them on a side table. Jason took her arm and led her out to his silver Z3.

They drove to Jason's best friend's party. He helped her out of the car, then watched her inside. The thumping music energized her.

"Come on! Let's dance!" Carrie pulled on Jason's arm, but he stopped her.

"No, let's get something to drink first." He led Carrie over to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. Carrie tentatively took a sip, not wanting to upset her boyfriend by turning down the alchohol. The liquid burned the back of her throat.

After she finished her first drink, Jason bought her three more, and Carrie drank them all, afraid of her now drunk boyfriend. He seemed to want to touch her more and Carrie's intoxiated mind didn't know enough to tell him to stop.

All Carrie remembered after that drink was waking up, abandoned on the cold, hard floor of the kitchen, and cops bursting into the front food.

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Carrie came back from the past and found herself staring into Zigzag's blue eyes.

"So you really don't know what you're charged for?" He asked with wide eyes.

"No. Well, I was charged for underage intoxication and drug usage, along with unprovoked violence. I don't remember the drugs, or the violence, but there were witnesses at the trial who said I did both." Carrie explained.

"Wow..." Zigzag seemed slightly confused. Carrie smiled and opened her mouth to ask him something, anything about himself, when a trumpet sounded.

"Hey, time for dinner." Zigzag commented. Carrie jumped up and brushed the dry dirt off of the ugly orange jumpsuit.

"So is the food good here or what?" Carrie grinned.

"You'd find better food in a pig pen." He groaned.

Carrie laughed. As they walked towards the mess hall, ther heart began to pound as she remembered the earlier episode.

Zigzag opened the doors for her and she stepped inside.