Chris had her fists clenched. She was ready. She was going to do it all over again. Only this time, Carrie would pay. The night of the prom, Carrie stole everything from her. So all Chris had to do was return the favor. There was just a few problems she had to fix. Prom was over. So it had to be at graduation. But would she willing to do this at her very own graduation? 

Yeah. She would have to. 

Chris walked home, holding onto the straps of her backpack tightly. She had been pushed around all day by the people she once called friends, and she still had to face her worst demons. 

Chris walked into her too-big house, before closing the door. She closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, leaning up against the door. She allowed herself to slide down the door, and onto the ground. Her eyes were closed again. Recently, she had been afraid to open them. She couldn't stand living Carrie's life one more second. But she would have to. 

Her father walked past the front hall, looking at his phone. He saw Chris leaned up against the door. She looked depressed. Her father lowered his phone, but only a little, to look at her. 

"Chris?" 

Chris looked up. It was only then that her father saw the black eye she sported. "Chris!" He seemed genuinley shocked. Yes, this was the one upside to being Carrie. Her father finally cared. Every time she got hurt, he would have to make sure she was okay. She didn't get herself hurt on purpose; she didn't like it, but at least her father was finally showing some damm concern. 

Her father knelt down by his daughter's side, holding her face gently. "Who did this?" He asked. 

"Norma Watson." Chris said. Norma particularly seemed to enjoy beating the crap out of her.

"Do you need me to press charges?" He asked. 

Chris thought. She sighed. "No. It's... fine. The school doesn't stand up for people like me." 

"People like.... you?" Her father raised an eyebrow. 

"You know. Jerks. Bullies. Delinquents. People who dump pig's blood on Carrie White." She said. Her dad had gotten the charges removed, considering that Carrie didn't press charges in the first place, and it seemed as if no one would do it for her, so Chris was able to get off with nothing but a god-awful reputation. "Remember when you tried to get me back into prom?" She asked. "The reason why they didn't let me back in was because Carrie didn't do anything wrong. I did, and they knew it." 

Her dad sighed. He had, in fact, found out the truth about his daughter's antics. In a way, though, it actually worked better for their relationship. Chris came out of the jailhouse on bail from her dad, and she saw him waiting in the lobby. He looked furious. Chris couldn't even bring herself to say anything. Before, her dad was under the impression that his daughter was a good, honest girl. He knew the bitter truth now. 

But instead of scolding her, or giving her the silent treatment, or even saying his usual, "I'll get them to clear this up," he stepped forward, towering above her, and hugged her. Chris was shocked. After a few seconds of shock, Chris leaned into the hug and sobbed uncontrolably into her dad's shoulder. That night, before he did any punishing, he took the time to talk to her, the time to make her feel better. 

He was furious at her, but was trying his best to become her father again. It was going.... decently, at best. They were both trying, and somehow, this... Chris becoming the new Carrie, was helping. As much as they hated to admit it. 

"Chris..." He held his daughter awkwardly, like he didn't know how. Chris leaned in as well. "Carrie... she was a nice girl. But... so are you." He smiled, and sat beside his daughter. Chris leaned her head against his shoulder. "The only difference between you two was that Carrie showed it on the outside, too." He pointed to Chris' heart. "But you're both good people. She's no better than you." 

Chris sighed. "Thanks dad." She stood up, brushing off her mud-soaked clothes. "I have to call Sarah about our history project. I'll see you later, okay?" 

"See you too. Talk to me if you need anything, okay?" Chris nodded, before heading off to her room. She picked up her cell phone. Oh yeah, this was a history project. A renactment, one might say. But she would need a little help. 

But Chris' finger hovered over the last button. Was this really worth it? She could cope without her popularity, her power. Look at where it got her. Being the new Carrie had gotten her a father. A good one. She was happy, right? 

But... even with this, even with the love of her father, she still felt alone. She couldn't just stay at her father's side forever. Back when she was the top dog; she had tons of people by her side, people that loved her. She didn't want to be alone. And maybe, just maybe, she could have both. Besides, he was waiting for her call. 

She heard the phone ring twice, before he picked up. 

"Hey babe." 

"Hey Billy. I need help."