This is where Stephen King's novel and the Brian de Palma/2002/2013 versions start, savvy?


Anthony's vision came true about three weeks before prom. It had not been a good day for any of them, especially Carrie. They had started volleyball in gym class, a class that she absolutely detested. The idea of changing into ill-fitting clothing that showed more skin than she would've liked and being forced to participate in humiliating athletic activities was not an idea that sat well with her, not to mention the humiliation of having to shower and change in the locker rooms where everyone stared.

As she sat in the office, hair dripping, belly cramping, she could hear the voices of Ms Desjardin and the assistant principal.

"…Until half an hour ago, I don't even think she knew there was such a thing."

She sighed and picked at her ragged cuticles. She hadn't known what was happening

(because of mama all because of mama)

and it had scared her tremendously.

(the catcalls the yelling the throwing why me why did this always happen to ME)

Carrie sniffled and looked up as the door opened. Anthony stepped in, closed the door quietly behind him, and handed a slip of paper to the secretary before glancing over his shoulder.

"Carrie?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"Hi…" Carrie's voice was tiny and still tearful.

"Hey." Anthony sat down in the chair next to her. "What's wrong? What happened? Are you all right?"

She sniffled in response.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Carrie shook her head and glanced at him through her hair. She could see a little blood on his otherwise clean white shirt.

"You're bleeding." She whispered.

"Yeah…" Anthony sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his hand, smearing it with a line of blood. "I got into a fight last hour through no fault of my own. I thought my nose would stop bleeding, but it hasn't."

"Oh…" Carrie hiccupped and folded her hands over her books.

"Are you okay, though?" He sounded concerned. "Are you hurt?"

"I don't know." She wrapped her arms around her belly and groaned. "I'm bleeding."

"Oh…" Anthony paled slightly. "So, THAT'S what happened…"

"It hurts…"

"Er… I bet." He winced. "You should talk to Alice about that. I'm afraid I wouldn't be much help on the subject. Maybe if I'd been born a girl, I could help. But I wasn't, so…"

"Ms Desjardin explained it to me." Carrie sighed. "I'll be okay." She figured it would be best to spare him all the horrid details of the previous hour's events.

"You sure?" He put his hand gently on her shoulder. "If you need to talk about it, Alice is here for you. Anything else but this, though, I'm here."

"It's fine." She looked up and closed her eyes.

"Send in Cassie Wright." Mr Morton's voice was slightly muffled through the door.

"I guess that's me." Carrie got up and gathered her books.

"I'll call you after school, okay?" Anthony stood too. "And if that doesn't work, we can talk tomorrow."

"Okay." She looked down.

"Hey." He moved closer to her and gave her a hug. "It's gonna be okay."

"Thanks." Carrie sniffled, pulled away, and walked into the assistant principal's office.

"Sure." Anthony sat back down with a sigh and looked toward the door. "Excuse me." The secretary looked up.

"Yes?"

"May I have a tissue, please?" His nose still hadn't stopped bleeding.

"By all means, take one. Take the box."

"Thank you." Anthony got up, took a tissue, sat back down, and carefully plugged his nose.

"It's CARRIE!" He was startled by Carrie's voice and a shattering noise before the office door swung open and she ran out.

"Carrie?" Anthony stood to see where she'd been gone, but she didn't hear him and was already out of sight. "Okay. I'll see you later."


"She WHAT?!" Alice spat out her orange juice.

"Shh!" Anthony looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "Yeah. Be quiet. Someone will hear."

"Well, is she all right?"

"I don't know. I suppose so, physically, but she seemed pretty upset."

"Who wouldn't be?" Alice leaned closer to him and lowered her voice. "This is her first period. Her FIRST."

"Alice." Anthony winced. "Stop saying that. I get it. Okay? I suppose it'd be frightening for anybody."

"If you're 16 and you still haven't gotten it, something could be wrong."

"Really?" He didn't remember learning that little tidbit in health class.

"Yes. I don't care what Mum says about 'late blooming'. When it's over 4 years late, there's a problem."

"It does seem a bit odd, but-"

"'A bit odd'?!" Alice's eyes were starting to bug out.

"Alice, lower your voice." People were starting to stare.

"Anthony, something could be wrong with Carrie." Her voice went back down to a whisper. "She may very well be cancerous, or something like that."

"I highly doubt that's the case." Anthony sighed. "Look, let's not worry about this now. We'll call her after school to see how she's doing."

"Okay." Alice sighed.

"She ought to be fine."

"Sure." She picked up her spoon and took a bite of mashed potato. "Okay."


"Hello, Mrs White?" Alice held the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she opened a bottle of Coke. "May I speak with Carrie, please?"

"With whom am I speaking?"

"This is Alice Barker from next door." She took a swig of her Coke.

"Is she there?" Anthony whispered. Alice waved her hand and motioned for him to be quiet.

"I'm sorry, but Carrie's resting."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you anyway."

"Is she there? What's going on?" Anthony pressed his ear to the phone.

"Anthony, shut up!" Alice blinked at the sound of the dial tone. "She hung up."

"Damn." He headed into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Well. There goes that plan."

"Well, maybe we'll see her tomorrow."

"Maybe."

"Carrie might be feeling better tomorrow and she might be able to walk with us."

"Or we could have Mum or Dad drive us and give her a ride."

"Walking is better for cramps."

"Uh…" Anthony thought that sounded a bit contradictory.

"Who's the girl here, Anthony?"

"…You."

"Exactly. So trust what I say. Not to mention that I just happen to be older than you anyhow."

"Only by like 8 minutes."

"Still." Alice sat up and went to put her Coke in the fridge. "Just go with it."

"All right." Anthony sighed. "I can do that."


"Morning, Carrie."

"Morning, Alice." Carrie kept her head down.

"Heard about yesterday." Alice put her hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"How are you feeling today?" Anthony asked.

"Not good."

"Are you feeling better, at least?"

"A little." Carrie glanced at Anthony. "How's your nose?"

"It stopped bleeding around lunchtime."

"That's good to know." She looked down at her books.

"Do you think you'll be okay today?"

"Yeah." She tucked her hair behind her ear and sniffled.

"What happened there?"

"Ohuh?" She blinked.

"You're bruised."

"I am?" Carrie touched her cheek where Mama had stricken her. "Oh… That."

"Did someone do that to you?" Anthony rested his hand lightly on her shoulder.

"No." She let her hair fall back into her face.

(bloody liar such a filthy liar Carrie he's going to find out eventually)

"Carrie, if someone's hurting you, you can talk to us." He sounded very concerned.

"If you want us to help, just say so. We'll be here." Alice hopped on one foot to adjust her shoe. "All you have to do is ask."

"Nothing is wrong." Carrie snapped. "Just stop talking about it. I don't need help."

"Okay." Alice held her hands up in defeat. "I'm just saying."

"I'm not talking about it anymore."

"It's fine. We understand." Anthony patted Carrie's back. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but when and if you decide you do, we're here."

"Okay." She sighed in exasperation. "That's fine."


Screw it. I'll just end it there. Next chapter soon.