Carrie looked around the room and couldn't believe what had just happened. Blood was pouring from her head and it dribbled down her face and her beautiful homemade gown. She lowered her hands away from her face and saw everybody's stunned faces as they applause decreased. Carrie looked at Mr. Fromm and Miss Collins and saw their shocked expressions. Miss Collins was particular upset as she was so happy for Carrie and was having a wonderful evening with Tommy. Blood dripped from Carrie's hands and Tommy looked at her stunned expression, not caring that his tuxedo was half covered in pigs blood. ''Carrie?'' She was too shocked to reply and looked as if she was going to cry. Tommy turned toward the audience staring up at them, anger building up inside him. ''Who did this?!'' He yelled. ''Who's idea was it to have a bucket full of blood up on the ceiling and dump it right where Carrie is stood?''

The audience looked around at each other, questioning about who is responsible for the incident. ''It was Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan!'' Everyone turned back to see Sue entering the room from where Miss Collins had thrown her out. The students were shocked at the accusation. ''Chris and Billy were hiding under the stage. That's what I came to warn you about but Miss Collins threw me out. Check under the stage if you don't believe me.'' Sue pointed to the stage and Tommy and Miss Collins were quick to check under the stage but nobody was there apart from the rope that was attached to the bucket. Tommy grabbed the rope and all the other students started murmuring to each other. Miss Collins looked at the rope in Tommy's hands and stared in disbelief. ''Chris and Billy must've snuck in here before we did.'' Miss Collins turned to the murmuring students. ''Anybody know anything about this? Did anyone else see Chris and Billy sneak in here and plant that bucket of blood on the ceiling?'' Miss Collins darted her eyes to Norma, who smirked slightly. ''What about you, Norma? I know you and Chris play nasty little tricks to torment Carrie. Did you see Chris and Billy sneak in here, or were involved in this as well?''

Norma tried to appear innocent but the smirk on her face gave it away. ''I don't know what your talking about Miss Collins.''

Miss Collins was in front of Norma in a heartbeat. ''Yes you do. I can see the guilt written all over your pretty little face.'' Norma bite her lip and looked down to the floor, still smirking. ''You can wipe that smile off your face because as far as me and the school are concerned, you've ruined the prom for everyone.'' Norma continued to stare at the floor as Miss Collins looked down at her, disapprovingly. ''I hope your proud of yourself, Norma. I hope you and anyone else that's involved besides Chris and Billy, are proud of yourselves. The prom is cancelled.'' Miss Collins walked away as the students gasped in disbelief and threw insults at Norma under their breaths. The principle Mr Morton stood on the stage and announced that the prom was over and the students gasped and moaned about the night being cancelled. ''Everyone please exit the gymnasium in orderly fashion.'' Mr Morton asked and as everyone started to leave Norma began to exit too. Mr Morton pointed out toward Norma. ''Except for you, Norma. I'll deal with you in my office.'' Norma looked back at the stage and saw Tommy walking toward her. ''Nice one, Norma. You and Chris just can't let Carrie be happy can you? For once she felt like she belonged, but you two had to go and ruin that, didn't you?'' Tommy began to walk away but turned back and leaned close toward Norma. ''Your a piece of shit, Norma. You and Chris. Don't you forget that.'' Tommy went with the other students as they left the prom. Norma looked up at the stage to see the bucket hanging above from where Carrie was stood but noticed Carrie was gone.

Miss Collins stood in front of the girls bathroom and found a bloodied handprint on the door. She carefully opened the door and walked inside, hearing the faint sound of a girl sobbing. She wondered to the source of the sound and stood in front of the cubicle, knocking on the door. ''Carrie? Carrie sweetie, it's me. Can you open the door for me please?'' Carrie unlocked the door and found Miss Collins stood before her. Miss Collins looked at her sadly. ''Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry about what happened.''

Carrie sniffed. ''It's okay, Miss Collins.''

''No, it's not Carrie. You was enjoying yourself. You was having a lovely time with Tommy but those girls had to go and ruin things for you. They couldn't stand to see you and happy and people like Norma and Chris don't deserve to be in the prom. The only thing they deserve is tough punishments and long term suspension.''

Carrie looked at her, tears forming in her eyes. ''I thought I belonged, Miss Collins. I was being accepted for who I am. But I guess I don't deserve to fit in anywhere.''

''Yes, you do, Carrie. Don't let me catch you saying things like that because you do belong here. You deserve to be a part of this school just as much as everyone else. Nasty people like Norma and Chris just can't accept that and that's their problem.'' Carrie darted her eyes to the floor just as a tear rolled down her cheek. ''Take my hand, Carrie.'' Carrie took Miss Collins hand and allowed her to lead her toward the sink. Miss Collins took a cloth and rinsed it under some water.

''Close your eyes for me, Carrie.'' Carrie did as she was told and Miss Collins carefully wiped away the blood from her eyes. ''Let's get this blood of your face so you can see better.'' Miss Collins gently dabbed the cloth around Carrie's eyes and the blood started to disappear.

''I have a change of clothes that should fit you. You can grab a shower from the locker room and I'll take your dress home with me and I'll see what I can do about getting the blood out.'' Miss Collins pulled the cloth away from Carrie's face. ''Okay, sweetie?'' She held her at arms length and Carrie nodded, staring down at the floor. ''Okay. Go grab a shower, Carrie and I'll bring them change of clothes for you.'' She still held her at arms lengths as Carrie stared at the floor. ''Okay. Thank you, Miss Collins.'' Miss Collins smiled softly and leaned forward to leave a little peck on Carrie's forehead. ''Your welcome, Carrie. Now go on. Get yourself cleaned up. We'll have a little chat when your done.''

Carrie wondered over to the door and began to leave for the locker room. Miss Collins watched her and after Carrie had gone, she covered her face with her hand. She couldn't believe anyone could treat another human being like this and it made her sad to think anyone who harm a sweet soul like Carrie. She wiped her face with her hand and threw the bloodied cloth in the sink and marched toward the door. She had a few people to deal with.

''You were aware of what was about to happen. You were aware that Carrie White and Tommy Ross were going to be announced as prom king and queen.'' Mr Morton was in his office and he and Miss Collins spoke to Norma to get a good idea of why they had planned the prank they did. Norma nodded. ''We knew that Carrie was going to be prom queen because we had…'' Norma looked down to the floor. ''Fixed the votes.''

''What do you mean you fixed the votes, Norma? Everyone got to chose who they wanted for prom king and queen so how did you fixed the votes?''Norma looked up at Miss Collins who stood beside Mr Morton's chair, arms folded disapprovingly. Norma bit her lip. ''We had extra copies of the vote sheet printed and me and Chris voted for Carrie. I had the sheets given to me after I collected everyone else's votes from the table.''

''What did you do with the real votes then, Norma?'' Mr Morton asked as Norma bit her lip again. ''I hid them under the stage, so it would make it out that everyone voted for Carrie White and Tommy Ross and that Carrie would be hit by a bucket of blood.'' Norma looked away as Miss Collins and Mr Morton looked at each other and then back to Norma. ''Where did you get the blood from, Norma?''

''I don't know where the blood came from. That part was up to Chris and Billy Nolan.''

''Miss Watson?''

Norma looked at Mr Morton. ''I've decided that you'll receive a weeks detention in Miss Collins gym class, until further notice. Do you understand?'' Norma nodded her head. ''Until we deal with Miss Hargensen and Mr Nolan I can guarantee that all three of you and anyone else involved with will receive three weeks suspension. I now want you to go back to the gymnasium and help clean up that mess. We're done for now.''

Norma got up from her seat and left the office. Miss Collins watched her leave, shaking her head. ''I can't understand why anyone could treat Carrie the way they did. I mean, what excitement do they get treating Carrie in the most vile way possible. Carrie's never done anything to them. She's a sweet girl who wouldn't hurt a fly.''

Mr Morton looked at her. ''Where is Casey, Miss Collins?''

''Carrie.'' She corrected him. ''I found her in the bathroom crying. I talked her a little bit and told her to get herself cleaned up in the showers. I left her a spare change of clothes of mine she can borrow.''

''Right, well if that's sorted.'' Mr Morton got up from his seat. ''I'm going to go make sure Miss Watson's cleaning up that mess.'' Miss Collins nodded her understanding. ''I better check on Carrie as well. Get her that change of clothes I said she could wear.''

Mr Morton nodded. ''Very well. Goodnight, Miss Collins.'' Mr Morton began to leave. ''Goodnight.'' After Mr Morton had left, Miss Collins looked to a cigarette in the ashtray that hadn't been put out. She picked up the cigarette and took a big puff before putting it out and leaving the office.

Miss Collins walked down the corridor and found Carrie sat on a bench outside the locker room. Her hair was damp from the shower and she was wearing the clothes kindly given to her by Miss Collins. She had left them out for Carrie before she went to Mr Morton's office. ''Are you okay, Carrie?'' She asked as she sat down beside her. Carrie quickly looked at her before turning away. ''I'm fine.''

''Do you feel any better now that you've got yourself cleaned up?'' Miss Collins watched her closely, knowing she was still in shock and humiliated about the prom. ''A little bit.'' She said softly. Miss Collins gently pulled away her hair that was hiding her face and tucked it behind her ear. ''I'm really sorry about what happened, Carrie. You deserve so much more that. You deserve to be prom queen and have Tommy at your side as he made you feel special. He thinks your special just as much as I do.'' She laid her hand on Carrie's shoulder and Carrie looked at her. ''You think I'm special?'' She asked, slightly confused.

''I don't think, Carrie. I know your special. Your one of the sweetest people I know and your never have a bad word to say about anyone.''

Carrie swallowed her pride. ''If I don't have anything bad about anyone then why do they have to say bad things about me?'' Carrie asked, upset. ''Because they don't have anything better to do with their lives than make yours a misery. People like Chris and Norma are jealous that you have a sweet and caring personality and they can't stand to see a beautiful girl like you be happy.'' She tucked a piece of hair behind Carrie's ear. ''I'm not beautiful or special, Miss Collins.''

''Yes you are Carrie. You've got to believe that you are beautiful, you've got to be more positive about yourself and believe that you are special. Your mother might not think that but I do. I know beauty when I see it.''

Carrie smiled a little, causing Miss Collins to laugh softly. ''See. That's a beautiful girl right there.'' Carrie looked away, feeling flush in her cheeks. ''Oh, come here, you big silly.'' Miss Collins wrapped her arm around Carrie and pulled her in for a hug, one around around her shoulders while the other soothed her hair. ''I'm sorry about tonight, sweetie. I'm amazed at how well you've coped with what happened with the bucket of blood.''

Carrie smiled softly. ''Thank you, Miss Collins.'' Carrie pulled back and Miss Collins cupped her face in her hands. ''Your welcome, sweetie.'' She smiled and planted a kiss on Carrie's forehead.