Carrie smacked her head against the locker. Really, Carrie? She thought. You almost died on your first day! She wanted to keep her head down here. Back at Ewen High, she tried to blend in, tried to avoid people, tried to keep her head down, but she raised her head one time, and suddenly, everything went wrong. No one wanted a repeat of what happened at the Ewen High prom. Least of all her.

Suddenly, she felt a finger on her shoulder. She screamed, whipping around and accidentally smacking the owner of that finger in the face with her Bible. He stumbled back into the arms of a taller boy.

"Ow." He said flatly.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to, promise!" She shouted as the boy picked his backpack up again.

"I've been hit with many things, but surprisingly a Bible isn't one of them." He said, brushing dirt of his bag. He extended a hand for her to shake. "I'm Michael."

Carrie, hesitantly, shook his hand. "I'm Carrie White." She said.

Michael dropped her hand. "I'm sorry, Carrie WHAT!?"

"It's White, actually-"

"No, I mean- I saw you on the news! You're the Ewen High girl! The sole survivor of the fire!" He shouted.

"I prefer Carrie." She said, slamming her locker. Typical. New school, new chance, and already she was back at Ewen High. That was her name now. The Ewen High Girl. "Better than Scary White." She mumbled under her breath.

"Scary... What?" Asked Michael. Carrie looked into his eyes, a fire dancing in her dark irises. Michael felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

"It's White." She slammed her locker shut.

"Okay, okay, calm down. It's cool." Michael said. No, it's not Michael. He told himself. This girl looks like she could kill me with a blink. He looked to Jeremy for help.

"We uh, just wanted to make sure you were alright after this morning." He said.

"Well, thank you but I'm fine-" Then she met his eyes. "Tommy." She said.

"Who?" Asked Jeremy.

"Tommy Ross. You look like..." She trailed off. Eyes wide, she grabbed her books, (Bible included,) and ran off.

"What was that about?" Michael asked. Jeremy shrugged as a girl passed by them.

This girl had seen Jeremy on the bus, and he had seen her. The girl in blue jeans and a blue blazer; Veronica Sawyer. After leaving the Heathers, she had decided not to go back to being a nobody; the Heathers wouldn't let her. So instead, she decided to be what they called her, an ex-somebody. She lived her life in between; part Heather, part old Veronica. Jeans on the bottom, blazer on the top. She liked the new her, even if others didn't.

After defending her best friend at a party, she was kicked out of the Heathers, and, having no other ideas, slept with the school crazy person, J.D. When they went to school on Monday, hand in hand, J.D protected her from the other people. Heather Chandler was right; she was an ex-somebody. If only she had just.... died that night, she could have had a chance. But nope! Instead, Kurt and Ram told everyone that she slept with them both... At the same time. That was the last straw for J.D, and he attempted to blow Westerburg sky high.... Luckily, Veronica was able to stop him, but he had to sacrifice himself to save them. Plus, the bomb had still managed to take out a good chunk of the school, so now, they were at this place until the gym got fixed.

WHAM!

Veronica rubbed her head. "Ugh, why is it so crowded here?!" She shouted.

"Maybe becausth there's hundreths of new studenths." Said a voice on the ground.

A short guy sat on the ground. "You have a hard head." He said, a lisp under his voice. His lisp was so bad, that one could only think that the author sucks at writing lisps.

"I'm Rich." He said, standing back up.

"Veronica." She said with a smile.

"Well, Iths nith to meet you but I have to go." Rich grabbed a shoebox out of his locker and closed it. "I have to throw thith out." He said.

Veronica nodded. Just after Rich left, she saw something in the ground... A large, grey pill. He must have dropped it. She thought. I'll give it back to him later.