Carolyn's POV:
It has been a little more than a month since the school year started. The awkwardness between me and Carrie had since lifted, and we continue to hang out with each other. I learned a few more things about Carrie since then; like that most of the clothes she wears everyday are sewn by herself or her mother, she can cook, and she enjoys gardening. Around me she always seems cheerful and confident, but around others, she is about as shy and insecure as ever.

Speaking of which, due to my friendship with Carrie, the bullying has only gotten worse. She and I get targeted by Chris Hargensen and her cronies just about every single day both physically and mentally. Most of everyone else just ignore us. Some days we consider skipping school, hiding at my house, and watching movies all day. Of course, we never did, neither one of our parents would like that. That's not to say that nothing was ever done, after the towel popping incident with the boys, I told Miss Desjardin about it and got my schedule reworked.

As a consequence, not only was I placed in a new gym class, but also in a new English class, Carrie was in my new class, so that was a plus. The week after the incident, Miss Desjardin ran my former gym class into the ground during detention, Billy was in for an even bigger punishment though, due to past offenses he committed, not only did he get detention, but he also got cut from the baseball team for the rest of the year.

Tommy never apologized for what happened in the incident, but every time I looked in his direction in the hallway, I would glare at him causing him to always look away, so I guess he feels somewhat guilty about the whole thing.

Then there is Carrie. She never hesitates to talk to me about her problems. Because of that, she has been eating less and less sweets. Miss Desjardin has also been giving her special attention in gym class, and has been giving her nutritional advice to help her lose weight. I don't know how much weight she has already lost, but her clothes are looking less tight now.

But like I said before, the bullying has only gotten worse. Chris and her friends just won't leave us alone, they keep making fun of her weight and religion; and their childish pranks have only become more common for both of us. And I was able to use my telekinesis to push the prank back.

The whole thing is really starting to annoy me. I've tried talking to Principal Norton about the whole damn thing, to try and get something done. But every single time, her father comes to her rescue and threatens to sue the school if charges aren't dropped. Currently school has ended for the day and I'm by myself in the library finishing up some homework, Carrie has already gone home, but guess who is here...

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the lone ranger herself. Shouldn't you be back on the range killing Indians and screwing cows?" asked Chris mockingly.

"What the hell do you want Chris?" "I want you to stop wasting my daddy's time you dumb inbred tattle-tale." She said.

"Oh yeah? Well once you and you're gang of sluts leave me and Carrie alone, then maybe I'll think about it." I said sarcastically before glaring at her.

"Why do you stick up for that bitch?! Not only is she fat and ugly but she goes around saying that everyone but she and her mother are going to hell! You may not know it, but she has been begging for this since first grade!" she said angrily.

"Okay first of all, she has never said anything like that in all the time I've known her! Second of all, nobody deserves this much harassment! And fianlly, she is not the ugly one Christine, you are! You're an ugly, racist, spoiled, paranoid, manipulative whore who thinks she's a princess who gets anything she wants!"

"No one calls me Christine! You might want to watch what you say about me you bitch. My daddy happens to be a lawyer!" she said matter-of-factly.

"That proves it Chris! Using your father to threaten people and get what you want! I don't think you realize how much you are taking him for granted. I should know, I never had a father, he died while I was still in the womb! But you have a father and all you do is use him as a weapon! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" I said now furious.

"And that proves that you are just like Carrie! What gives you the right to preach to me like that?! What gives you the right to preach to any of us like that?!"

"I'm just telling you like it is Hargensen! And when you die, don't blame me that you, your little slut friends and that man whore of a boyfriend end up straight to hell, bitch! Because wake up and get a reality check slut! This isn't about you! It never has, and it never will be! Now move!"

I shove Chris away with my shoulder hard and walked home, not looking back to see what Chris's reaction to my statement was. I heard what sounded like my mother fighting with someone, I got closer to the house and saw mom arguing with Margaret White. Oh shit. I crept behind some bushes to hear what they were saying.

"Get off my property Margaret! Or else I'll call the police!" My mother said in tears.

"The Oklahoma City bombing was God unleashing his wrath upon heathens like you're husband! You and you're daughter will meet the same fate unless you turn to Jesus and pray for forgiveness!" Margaret said with craze in her eyes as she waddled back to her house.

I was absolutely furious hearing this. I was not going to take it. I came out of the bushes and approached Margaret.

"Hey Margaret!" I yelled. Margaret turned around. "What do you want!?" "Just who the hell do you think you are?! Nobody talks about my father that way and gets away with it!"

"Ah you must be her daughter. Turn to Jesus girl! Or be consumed with hellfire like your father!" she screamed while scratching her arms to the point of bleeding.

"My father fought for your freedoms during the gulf war! If it wasn't for people like him you wouldn't have the right to preach at all! If I ever hear you talk about him like that again, I will send you to hell and take your daughter away from you!" I yelled furiously.

"You stay away from Carrie, spawn of the devil!" she yelled.

"Make me, you overweight hellfire preaching scum!"

"Aaarrrrarrararagggg!" she screamed at me as she cut into her face like a madwoman.

I ran into the house. I saw mom sitting on the couch cradling a picture of my father and sobbing. I quickly rushed to her side, when she saw me she hugged me and cried on my shoulder. She cried until she fell asleep. When she fell asleep, I use my telekinesis to carry her to her bedroom and tucked her in. She was a thin, light woman. So it wasn't hard. After that I went back to the living room and picked up the picture of dad. After looking at it for a while, I started to cry a little myself. How can Margaret be so cruel? Suddenly I heard a knock at the door.

"Go away!" I shouted.

I heard the knock again.

"I said go-" I said as I opened the door to see Carrie standing there with tears in her eyes.

"Carrie?"

She quickly wrapped me in a hug and apologized profusely.

"Oh Carolyn. I'm so sorry. If I had known she was gonna, I would have, Ahhhhh!" she cried.

I led her into the house and let her cry for a while. I continued crying. Once we both calmed down a little, I got us some coke.

"No thank you Carolyn, I'm trying to go on a diet."

"Drink it for me. And for my dad."

"Okay. In that case, I'll drink it." She said.

Carrie hadn't eaten dinner yet either, so I made us both sandwiches and we talked at the kitchen table for a while.

"Carolyn, do you hate me now?" Carrie asked sadly.

"No. Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"My mama insulted your father."

"You're not your mama Carrie. Nothing she says will change it." I said.

My mom walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, she saw us sitting at the table. Carrie and my mom hadn't been formally introduced yet, so I went ahead and introduced them.

"Mom, this is Carrie. Carrie this is my mom." I said.

"Hello Carrie."

"Hello Mrs. Cameron."

They shook hands and sat down.

"So what brings you by Carrie?" mom asked.

"I came to say I'm sorry for mama's actions. She shouldn't have done what she did." Carrie explained.

"How did she even know about dad?" I asked mom.

"She saw his picture on the wall and asked about it, after I told her about him she lost her mind and started saying a bunch of nasty things about him, you, me, the bombing victims; called it God's wrath what happened." Mom said.

"That is just revolting. What's her problem Carrie? Why does she treat people like this?" I asked.

"I don't know. She has been like this for as long as I can remember." Carrie said.

"Could you're father have something to do with it?" mom asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't know much about my daddy. Mama tells me he left us before I was born and he died in a construction accident not too long after that." Carrie explained.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Mom said.

After we all talked, Carrie quickly went straight back home and mom said, "You know, if that lunatic didn't have her for a daughter, she would be my daughter, so she would be your sister."

"Yeah, ever since I met her, she and I been treated each other like sisters. And I'm happy to have her as a friend." I said, having no regrets that Carrie White is my friend and I will never betray her.