Anger. All I felt was anger. It ran through me as I knelt over Tommy's body. I looked up and saw not just a bucket stained with blood, but Chris Hargensen's glasses. That witch! I slowly stood up and turned around to look at the crowd of heartless students who were laughing at me moments earlier. I lifted my arms up and felt some of the blood slowly floating off of me. Remembering the anger from earlier I suddenly couldn't breathe. In and out, Carrie, I thought, In and out. Suddenly I couldn't handle it anymore. I looked at the fellow students and staff. I'd had enough. All the taunting made me sick. I still heard that boy on the bike's remarks, "Crazy Carrie! Crazy Carrie!"

All those years of them putting peanut butter in my hair, throwing pads and tampons at me that day in P.E, them posting videos and photos of me on the internet. The list goes on.

Revenge. That was the only thing I wanted. Revenge for not only throwing a bucket of blood over me and killing Tommy Ross, but revenge for everything.

My breathing got heavier. I screamed. The rage ran through my veins as all of the students and staff flew backwards. They tried to escape through the doors but I stopped them.

Even though I regret that day more than anything, I felt free that day. Oh, how I should've listened to Momma. Momma. What she said was true, "They're all gonna laugh at you.." Oh how I should've listened to my Momma. My beautiful silk pink dress was ruined by the blood, as was my for once neatly curled blonde locks.