Carolyn's POV:
I had a nightmare last night. I've had this same nightmare ever since middle school. But every single time it feels like the first time.

I was standing at the end of North West 5th street in Oklahoma City, I don't know what I was doing or why. The next thing I know I was staring three to four miles down the street. I saw the Murrah federal building, and right in front of it was a yellow truck with the word Ryder painted across it in big black letters. Inside the building on the seventh floor I could see my father drinking coffee while one of his superiors informs him and his fellow agents about suspected drug dealers in the area. I started to panic and I broke into a sprint down the street pushing people out of my way to get to the building before it was too late. When I got close to the building a started to scream.

"DADDY! RUN! THE WHOLE BUILDING IS GOING TO BLOW! GET OU..." I screamed. But it was too late.

Everything went silent for half a second before a deafening boom sent a shockwave throughout the entire downtown area of Oklahoma City. I was knocked off my feet as I watched the truck explode and engulf the Murrah building and my father in an enormous fireball.

"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE DEAR GOD! OH WHY!" I cried hysterically at the sky as I hit the ground.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

"Ah!" I screamed as I lunged from my bed breathing heavily.

"Carolyn what was that!? Are you okay!?" my mom yelled as she burst through the door. "I'm fine, mom. Just had a nightmare." I said as I calmed down.

"(Sigh) I thought you were in trouble." She said in relief. "Come on, let's go downstairs and eat your breakfast."

"OK." I said.

I got up, walked downstairs to the kitchen and sat down and ate.

On my walk to school that day, as I walked past Carrie's house I saw that her mom's Pontiac wasn't there. I suppose she already went to school.

I got to school and went to homeroom a few minutes early like I did yesterday.

"Good morning Carolyn." Mr. Bowman moaned while rubbing his head. He also had sunglasses on, which was weird.

"Morning Mr. Bowman. How are you this morning?" I asked.

"Great now that you're here, now I don't have to look at your friend anymore." As he pointed a pencil at the other end of class.

I looked in the direction he pointed and I saw Carrie sitting in the same desk she was sitting in yesterday. Today she was wearing a conservative maroon dress that showed no skin whatsoever, and the same cross necklace and girdle from yesterday. It also looked like she brushed her hair this morning, so it looked a lot more smooth and wavy than it did yesterday. She didn't hear me come in, because she had her face glued to a book.

"She's been sitting there ever since I came to unlock the classroom door, she asked if I could give you two some library passes." He explained as he handed me the passes.

"Ok." I said accepting the passes, a little confused.

"Once the bell rings and I take attendance you and your little dog over there can go to the library for as long as you like okay." Mr. Bowman said.

"Sure thing jackass." I mumbled.

"What did you say?" asked Mr. Bowman.

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought." He mumbled.

"Whatever, bitch." I mumbled again as I walked over to my desk, I heard grunt of annoyance and I smirk. He should really stop being an ass to me.

I sat in the desk next to Carrie.

"Mornin' Carrie." I said.

"Hi." she said.

"What's with these?" I asked while holding up the passes.

"There's something I want to talk to you about." she said.

"Can't we just talk right here, it is study hall you know." I said in a matter of fact tone.

"I know, but I don't want anyone else to hear this." she said.

"Okay I understand." I said. Assuming it was serious.

I wondered what she wanted to talk about. Probably someone harassing her again; but who? Chris? Tina? Someone else? Well, at least she's not eating her problems away and took me up on my offer.

After the bell rang and Mr. Bowman took attendance, he dismissed me and Carrie.

"Okay. Carolyn, Carrie you two may go, take all the time you want." said Mr. Bowman.

"Thank you sir." I said.

Carrie and I got up to leave. I noticed that Chris and some other students were making disgusted faces at Carrie. Childish immature assholes every last one of them. I looked to see if Mr. Bowman was looking, when I saw he wasn't, I introduced the entire class to my middle finger.

I decided to pull the sprinklers prank again, I look up and turn on the sprinklers and everyone screamed as they got wet again. As soon as I made sure everyone's good and wet, I turn off the sprinklers.

"OK, who the hell did that now?!" Mr. Bowman said annoyed, "Chris did it again!" I yelled at I pointed at Chris. Before she can yelled at me, I quickly left the class with Carrie.

Carrie and I walked into the library and found ourselves a table to sit down at. When we sat down I noticed Carrie was looking a little overheated.

"Hey Carrie your looking a little red there, are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine." she said.

At least she looked more comfortable in the dress rather than that blouse she was wearing yesterday.

"You look great today Carrie." I complemented.

"Thanks I guess." she said obviously disagreeing with me.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Well firstly I there is something I need to ask." she said sounding serious.

"What is it?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Carrie, I thought we talked about this. We're friends now, aren't we?"

"We are. But there is something I need you to do, just so that I know I can trust you and that you value our friendship, if you do this I'll know I can trust you." She said as she reached into her book bag and pulled out a King James Bible.

"I want you to put your hand on this Bible and swear in the name of Jesus that you won't trick me." Carrie said with a serious expression on her face.

"Uhhh, Carrie? Doesn't this seem a little excessive?" I asked.

"If you are not willing to swear before our lord and savior that you won't betray me, then we can't be friends." she said.

"Ok, ok, I'll do it." I said.

I placed my right hand on the Bible and my left on the table, just so she could see that I wasn't crossing my fingers. I would never betray Carrie, so doing this was not unreasonable, no matter how excessive it seems. I recited my own oath.

"I, Carolyn Cameron, swear before our lord and savior Jesus Christ that I will never betray the trust of Carrie White, if I am to ever violate this sacred oath, may my soul forever perish in the fiery depths of hell, Amen." I recited.

Carrie then put the Bible back into her book bag.

"Okay Carolyn, as my friend, I want you to promise me that you will never speak of what I am about to tell you to anyone else. Especially to Chris or Mama." She said.

"Of course, now get it out already woman! The suspense is killing me here!" I said anxiously.

"I, have.... Powers." She said.

"What sort of powers?" I asked. This was getting interesting.

"From what I've learned it's called Telekinesis. That means that I can move things with my mind." She explained.

"Can you show me?" I asked.

"Ok, but just a quick and simple demonstration." She said as she looked around to make sure no one was looking.

She pulled a pencil out of her bag and place it on the table. Then she concentrated on it with intensity. It didn't move, I was starting to think she was pulling my leg, when suddenly it happened.

The eraser side of the pencil started floating, then the whole pencil was floating right in front of my face. I couldn't believe it; I'm not the only one with special abilities!

Then it dropped to the table. Carrie looked like she was about to pass out and fall out of her chair. I rushed to her side to prevent her from falling over, her skin was very warm under her dress. I felt her wrist, her heartrate was going through the roof.

"Carrie! Carrie! Are you alright?" I asked with concern.

"Argh. Yea. I'm fine. I'm still learning how to control it." she said as she placed her hand on her chest.

"Okay but don't over exert yourself, you don't want to hurt yourself." I said.

"Okay." She said while slouched over breathing heavily.

I rubbed her back and shoulders in order to help relieve the tension. I kept repeating to her to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth.

"Can I get you some water?" I asked.

"No thank you." she responded.

Suddenly a boy I recognized from my gym class walked through the library doors, I think his name was Billy Preston, but personally want to call him ultimate fuckboy, he had a varsity jacket no doubt he is on the baseball team and blue jeans on. He immediately locked his eyes on Carrie and me.

"What's up with her? Is that fat bible thumping bitch finally having a heart attack?" he sadistically inquired.

Hearing this I looked up and shot him a death glare. "What did you just say Billy?" I asked sternly as I walked up to him. "None of your business, Cameron." Billy said smugly.

"Oh really, well that's funny. Because the way I remember it, you asked me a question. Now what did you say?" I asked angrily.

"Just drop it. It was a joke."

"Sounded to me like you were making fun of her. I think you better go over there and tell her your sorry, Preston." I said aggressively.

"Oh yea! Well who's gonna make,-Argh!" Billy yelled as I kicked him in the groin as hard and as fast as I could.

After he toppled to the ground I grabbed him by his hair and drag him to where Carrie was sitting and forced him to his knees. She was looking the whole time with a distressed look on her face.

"Alright look at Carrie in the eyes and tell her your sorry!" I said furiously through gritted teeth.

"Fuck you." he gasped.

"Do it!" I said again pulling his hair even more.

"Ow! Okay okay! I'm sorry Carrie White!" he squealed.

"Now get outta here." I growled as I roughly push him away.

"Bitch." he said as he walked away bowlegged.

I looked around to make sure nobody saw what just happened. The librarian was nowhere to be seen and there were no other students in the library. A lucky break.

I walked back to the table and sat down. "Why did you do that?" Carrie said looking a little shocked. "It was wrong for him to say such a thing. Someone needed to teach him a lesson." I stated.

"You didn't have to do that, he was right, I'm fat and ugly." She said in a tone that made her sound like she was about to cry.

"Carrie you're not..." I said before getting cut off.

"Don't lie. You know it's true. Just look at me. I'm the fattest person in the school." she said.

She grabbed her belly and gave it a shake to prove her point.

"Look at this! This isn't a pillow under my dress, it's my belly, it's that huge!" she said.

Then she pointed to her rear. "My butt is so big that the sides of it hang off the chair!" she explained.

"My legs are so fat that I waddle, my arms are so fat that I can use them as pillows, my hands are so fat that my fingers look like sausages, my face is so fat that I'm starting to look like a pig, my dirty pillows are as big as cantaloupes." she went on.

"Your what?" I asked as I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"I'm not finished!" she said.

"I wear these ugly dresses, I have a chipped tooth, I jiggle with the slightest movements, I don't wear any makeup aside from this little bit of lipstick, and I'm always reading the bible and praying. There is nothing beautiful about me, so save me the pity and admit that I am fat and ugly."

I couldn't take it anymore after this. I got up from my chair, turned Carrie towards me, and gently grab her shoulders.

"Carrie listen to me. I don't want to hear another word about you being fat or ugly. Let me tell you what you are; special. You're not like the other girls here; your quiet, reserved, talented, smart from what I've noticed." I said.

"But I-" she said before I cut her off.

"But nothing Carrie. No matter what you or anyone else says, you are beautiful in all your imperfections. Don't let anyone else tell you any differently." I said.

"Besides, I thought I'm the only one with special abilities." Carrie look at me confused, "What are you talking about?" I sighed, she has to know sooner or later, and now's probably a good time.

"Carrie, you know why the fire sprinklers went off today and yesterday?" Carrie shook her head, "Well... it's because of me. I have blessed powers from God himself and I've been using them to help the people who's been bullied and pulled pranks on the bullies."

Carrie look at me shocked and said, "N-No. You're only saying it because you feel sorry for me." I sighed again, "Come on. I need to show you something. And I promise it isn't a trick or a prank." I got up and left the library with Carrie following behind me. We went to the girls' bathroom, I check each bathroom stoll to make sure no one is the bathroom with us.

Thankfully, no one's in here. I turn to Carrie and saw mirror pieces, no doubt came from the broken mirror above the sink. "I guess you were the one who broke the mirror." I said as I carefully picked up two mirror pieces so I wouldn't cut myself. Soon enough, the mirror pieces began to float in my hands, just a few inches away.

I began to make a glass rose for Carrie as the first mirror piece forms in my left hand

and I made a second one for myself as the second mirror piece forms in my right hand.

Carrie look at me in shock, "You were telling the truth." I set the finished rose in her hand and said, "These roses are now indescribable and washable. And no matter how hard they try to steal it from you, it disappears and re-appears back in your bag. We may be similar than you think." I said.

The bell rung and it was time to go to our next class. "I'll see you later, Carrie. Gotta go." I said as I walked out of the bathroom.