We were as thick as thieves, Carrie, Kaitlyn and I. Best friends since kindergarten. But we weren't alike. No, not at all.
Kaitlyn was the 'smart one'. She'd never gotten anything less than an A+. She'd been destined to be a doctor. But... Oh never mind, that's another story.
Carrie... Well Carrie was different. A typical bad girl. All black clothes and dark, full on make up. Always getting into trouble, bad grades - she'd even been in jail for a night. No one ever thought much of her.
And I was the pretty one. I'm not being full of myself, in fact I'm really quite modest, but that was what everyone thought. And apparently I was kind to. I guess I was one of those perfect, rich, goodie-two-shoes girls, but the one that people didn't hate. No wonder Carrie had such a hard time...
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The French Girl's Carrie.
ActionCarrie can kill. She has done it before. She could kill me. She almost did it before. I should tell the police. But they already know. About her. About Carrie. They will kill her.
