It's a dark time when people don't know the danger they create for themselves'-Meredith Ekstrom

"Can I help you, miss?" The boy behind the counter said again. Michel just looked around the room quickly. Walking further inside the store, she smiled at him.

The boy's golden hair covered some of his face. Michel noticed that his eyes were of a grayish tone. His skin was white, but his skin was covered in several red dots. The other man behind the counter had a darker skin tone, and appeared to be older. He had dark brown hair, it was nearly black.

Michel looked closely around the room. There were shelves that filled the room. On those shelves were hundreds and hundreds of movies. Michel was surprised at how many options were now available to her. Before she could only watch brief segments of what the guards, or the scientists, watched. This new freedom was beginning to amaze her.

"Um, what should I watch?" She asked in reply.

"Oh, I think I can help you with that," the older guy said. He walked around the counter and towards me. He was also fuller than the other.

She felt her stomach grumble slightly. She forced her mind to think otherwise, she couldn't attack him now. Not in front of everyone.

"You can? How?" She asked slightly puzzled.

"Well I know a few you might like. Follow me." He began walking around the store.

She followed behind him. She watched him as he selected a few movies. He just seemed to pick them up as he went. He murmured a few things to himself silently. What a curious fellow, Michel thought to herself. Well, most humans were curious in their usual nature. He suddenly turned around and made Michel jump backwards. He chuckled, slightly. His arms full of movies.

"I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to." He sighed and looked at me. He looked back down at the movies, then back at her. "I think you'll like these ones. Most girls usually pick them out, so yea." He walked forward and around her. She watched him walk back to the counter and start ringing me up.

She followed him and placed the book bag one the counter. She opened the bag and searched for a wallet or something. It was mostly full of papers, and some beauty supplies. At the bottom of the bag was a wallet looking thing. She pulled it out of the bag and opened it. There wasn't any money, but there were rectangular plastic cards. Since they didn't look like an I.D., she assumed they were credit cards. She heard one of the doctors talking about it. She handed the card to him and he swiped it through the machine.

He seemed to be kind of nervous. She noticed small beads of sweat form on his forehead. He glanced up at her, and looked as if he was going to say something. But he didn't say anything, just stared at her for a few seconds, then looked back down at the counter. He handed the card back to her, and appeared as if he were ashamed of something. He also handed her a plastic bag that held the videos.

"They're due Friday, have a nice day." His voice sounded sad.

He glanced back up at her; she smiled and nodded. She then turned and walked out of the store. She walked around the mall. It was so amazing. She slowly walked out of the large double glass doors, glancing around, and spontaneously stepping into different stores. It seemed a shame that there weren't too many people inside it.

She walked back home quickly. She walked up the drive way and into the house, and glanced into the kitchen. The woman was sleeping on the counter. Her hand clasped to a large empty bottle. She didn't think too much of it and walked up the stairs, down the hall, into the room she slept in last night. She looked around and carefully closed the door behind her. She sat on the foot of the bed and looked forward. There was a small television on top of a black table. There was a VCR above it.

She looked back down at the bag and picked up the first tape. It said 'Carrie' on it. She looked back up at the VCR. She carried it and placed it inside the computerized device. She turned on the television; the movie began playing. Michel sat back down on the edge of her bed. She watched each movie closely.

Michel used the movies to learn some added information about the human species. She recorded it all in her mind. She quickly picked up on what teenagers call a 'clique' and how they generally worked. She also picked up on a few other things while watching the films. She found the films amazing to watch.

Her favorite was 'Carrie'. She watched it over and over again. She wasn't sure why it amazed her so much. It could be that it showed what a simple human could do if provoked. Or perhaps it was that she could relate to the character a little. Whatever the cause, she enjoyed the movie immensely.

She sat up when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She wasn't sure who was coming towards the bedroom door. She stood there watching the door. It opened and the two girls walked inside. They were the cheerleaders that bumped into her in school. They looked at her as if they were judging her.

"Well," the blonde said first," I guess we bumped into you again today." She looked her up and down. "I didn't think you would come to school today, not after," she trailed off. "Well, after what had happened the other day. I just thought you'd be transferring to a new school."

She waited for her to respond. She thought to herself for a second. "Well...um...,"She looked away and back at her. "I decided to just...forget about what happened. So...I came back."

"Ah," her friend said, "I see."

"Well," the blonde one said," I can understand that. After all if it's forgotten, then it doesn't mean anything." She walked up to her and gave her a hug. She stepped back and looked at the television screen. "You're watching Carrie. That's a pretty scary, film. Even for you. Is there any particular reason for your watching it?"

"No, not really. Do you think there is?" she responded.

"I was just curious is all," the blonde girl said. Then there was a moment's silence.

"So," She said to break the silence," I'll talk see you tomorrow then?"

"Um...yea," she said. She looked at her friend, who nodded to her. "I guess we will." They turned and walked towards the door. "Oh, before I forget," she said turning back towards her. "There's a party this weekend." She held out a folded piece of paper. "Do you want to come?"

"Erm...," Michel sighed," sure. Why, not?"

She walked towards her and placed her hand in Michel's, with the paper separating their hands. She looked up at her. Something in her eyes told Michel she was up to something.

"I really hope to see you there. Okay." She said and smiled. She turned and walked out of the room, and her friend followed behind her.

She opened the paper and read it. It gave a location, time, and date. She looked back at the television to see Carrie. She was getting her revenge on the kids who were laughing at her. They were trapped in the gym with no way out. No Way Out!