Spoilers! (Mavi)

Chapter 2: Carrie

It had been a few days since my first encounter with that one dick on the train that made the rest of that book entirely not worth the effort in trying to read. Emery didn't like it, but it couldn't be helped. It was the first day of my summer break from college and I was adjusting to my new schedule quite quickly. I had enough time over the weekend to start the book Carrie, by Stephen King. I cautiously looked around the train before I shoved my nose into the pages and read of the horrific story line of the young telekinetic teen. Carrie's story broke my heart. I feared for her safety with each uncertain page turn.

I cringed almost the entire time while reading as Carrie went to tell Margaret, who I refused to call her mother, that she'd been asked to prom. This couldn't end well. Not the closet! Margaret!

"That's a good one. You have great taste in books."

"I swear to god..." Not again. Please not again. I actually like this book. Please no.

"Yeah... She destroys the town, kills a few hundred people, Margret stabs her, Carrie stops her heart, then she bleeds out later. Real sad."

"I'm going to kill you."

"You're pretty."

"Did your parents not believe in condoms?"

He laughed in that deep voice of his just before I stormed out of the train for a second time and ran off to work, hoping I would be able to ignore his telling and continue to read later. I ran into the small New York Appliance building and greeted my boss, Esther, who was always happy when I arrived early. I would stop outside usually and stare at Brewery until I was 15 minutes late, a developing habit.

"Hey, Mitchie!" Kirstie sat behind the counter in an oversized version of the ugly green NY Apps shirt I was wearing. She was adorable to me. She had this short wavy hair and the roundest face I think I'd ever seen on an adult. I walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

"Morning, Babyface."

"Stop calling me that!"

I laughed just before she smacked my arm with her clipboard and disappeared into the back room to take care of some stocking. Though our shop wasn't particularly busy, but Esther kept us pretty busy. Kirstie and me were the only ones she'd hired to work in her shop since she'd opened the summer before. She was really good at keeping people in order.

"My little brother loves that book!" Esther took my copy of Carrie from my hand and quickly flipped through the pages, keeping my bookmark in place. "He's not much of a reader, but I'm pretty sure he reads this book once a year."

"Really? Sounds like my kind of guy. It's a great book." Esther was beautiful. She was tall and thin with the best head of long brown hair I'd ever seen. I never noticed how green her eyes were. Why were they putting a bad taste in my mouth? Oh, right. "Ugh."

"What's wrong?"

"This guy that rides my train keeps spoiling books for me."

"Oh my gosh! That's horrible! He didn't spoil Carrie did he?"

I sighed and looked over at her with deep sadness on my face.

"Oh, you poor baby..." She hugged me and pat my back while Kirstie ran past us to tend to a customer that had just walked in. How did she finish the stocking that quickly?