Here I am.

But am I meant to be?

I'm wearing a dress, made of crushed velvet,

It's such a pretty color on me- I hope he'll like it.

My hair is touched up- as close to perfection as I can.

My eyes are lined with mascara and my lips taste like strawberry balm.

I've never seen myself look this way.

And I haven't felt exactly like this either.

My stomach is rolling, my mind is turning like a clock.

Speaking of which,

Where is he now?

Will he come for me after all?

Does he know that it's almost eight o'clock?

Oh, dear god…the dance will be starting soon.

I wonder if I even can dance.

Or if anyone will talk to me at all.

No one knows me, and I don't know anyone.

I want to be the best that I can, but I just don't know.

I feel like there is a stone in my heart, telling me I shouldn't have done this.

That maybe I should stay here at home.

I could listen to the radio, or maybe I can make another dress- one for school.

Mama and I can…Mama and I…can…

No. I couldn't possibly do anything with Mama.

Not by myself either.


I know that I want this, and that I can be strong.

The Lord must have something in store for me, if I am going tonight.

It is, after all, the last dance I will ever see happen.

So, here I am.

I am Carrie White. And I will try not to be afraid.

I will not be afraid. I will enjoy myself tonight.

I hope.