Carrie and Carolyn [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2

Carolyn's POV:
I woke up around seven o'clock the next morning to the sound of my mom knocking on my bedroom door.

"Carolyn, wake up, I have breakfast ready, and you have a big day today!" she said in a very cheerful tone.

I dozed for about five minutes before I got up out of bed, had my morning shower, and put my clothes on. My clothes for today is just something simply, I'm not a fancy person.

My dirty blonde hair was in a mess, so I brushed it. After that I went in to the kitchen for breakfast. Mom hadn't had time to do much shopping since we got to Chamberlain yesterday, so all I had was a piece of toast and a bowl of honey nut cheerios. By this point my mom had already left for her new job at the local Wells Fargo. School was just a few blocks away from where we lived, so I could walk. I didn't have the option to drive there because I had to sell my truck in order to help pay for the moving expenses. I grab my handbag and began to walk to school

As I walked to school I passed by an old white house at the end of our street, the house was giving me the creeps for some reason, it looked like the type of house that you would find out in the middle of the woods occupied by ghosts or murders. With rusty shingles and gutters, dirty and cracked windows, a decaying picket fence, a cross above the door, and a dead tree in the front yard that looked like it could fall over at any minute, I would have assumed the house was abandoned had it not been for one thing: an old grey fourth generation Pontiac Grand Am in the driveway leading to the back of the house. The way I had it figured there was more than likely someone living there since there was a car, but then again I've been wrong before.

As I walked in to Ewen High School I pulled out my schedule to find out what room homeroom was at, room 203 upstairs. As I walked to my classroom I noticed a custodian cleaning a group of red lockers to my left that had the phrase "CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT" spray-painted on to them in big white bold letters, I just stared at the lockers in shock and disgust thinking; why do people do things like that? I saw some messed up things at my old school, but to spray-paint lockers in broad daylight (I could tell it was done fairly recently due to how wet the paint was) was something I had never seen before. The next question that popped into my head was; who was Carrie White? Oh well, I'm sure I'll find out later.

I still had twenty minutes until class started, but I decided to get there early so that I could pick out a good seat. When I walked up the stairs and entered the classroom, I saw that there were five rows of desks that had five desks in each row. I was greeted by a teacher that was probably in his early to mid-thirties by the name of Mr. Bowman, he told me that since it was the first day I could sit wherever I wanted. I chose the third desk in the second row to the left, as I was about to take my seat I noticed there was a poem carved into the desk with small letters that said:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
But Carrie White eats shit!

"What the hell?!" I thought to myself. After reading that terrible poem, I decided to crumble the poem and threw it and the flowers in the trash can in anger and disgust, so this "Carrie White" won't be tricked by this heartless bastard. Then I realized the classroom was starting to fill up and class was about to start in just five minutes. With the amount of time I had, I decided to ask Mr. Bowman a question.