LizardQueen27

"Sin"

Carrie hated the shower room after P.E. It was complete sensory overload between the water streaming from the shower heads and the shrill laughter of her classmates bouncing off the tiled walls. Not to mention that Momma had been very clear that she was forbidden to shower anywhere but at home.

Carrie loved the shower room after P.E. Rinsing the sweat and grime felt like getting to cleanse and center herself before dealing with what lay ahead for the rest of the day. She also couldn’t lie that there was a thrill to disobeying Momma’s orders, and she had to pray for forgiveness every night for these thoughts. Though that always seemed minor compared to the other thoughts she had in the locker room.

She knew what these girls were, or at least what Momma said they were: sinful temptresses and harlots. And yet, they were also so beautiful. For all the ugly things they said and did to her

(have been saying and doing ever since momma was forced to stop homeschooling me)

she couldn’t help noticing how beautiful they were. The way Sue’s long blonde hair bounced when they had to run laps, or how taut Tina’s muscles got during warm-up stretches.

She hated these thoughts. She loved these thoughts. They made her feel monstrous. They made her feel human. But she wasn’t supposed to be human.

(you must be different because he can see you)

The memory of Momma’s voice snapped her out of her reverie. The showers were shutting off one by one, and girls were stepping out in their towels, getting dressed and chattering amongst each other.

“If we get another pop quiz in Chem today, I’m fucked!”

“I swear Ms. Desjardin is trying to run us all into the ground with these hellish running drills!”

“The other day I was walking back home from school, and I made the mistake of walking by Scary White’s house. Her mother started screaming out the window about immodesty and that I was trying to tempt her daughter into becoming ‘a consort of Satan.’ I was wearing a fucking tank top!”

(momma i wasn’t looking at her i swear)

This was her best chance to rush to one of the showers without too much notice. She moved towards the nearest stall while making sure not to look at anyone

(and if thine eye offend thee pluck it out)

and listening carefully for the sound of running water to make sure she didn’t go into an occupied one.

She reached a quiet stall, opened the door to step in–

“What the hell is wrong with you! Get out!” The girl shrieked.

Carrie froze.

“I said get the fuck out of my stall you creep!”

The girl shoved Carrie out of the stall, and her back hit the wall. As she crumpled to the floor, she realized that the rest of the girls had heard the commotion and were moving towards her. Leading the herd, as always, was Chris Hargensen, her long

(gorgeous)

black hair that she had tied into a ponytail waving behind her.

“Holy shit.” Chris drawled. “Who would’ve ever thought that Pious, Pure, Saintly Carrie would try and sneak a peek at another girl’s tits.”

(he must be punishing me for my sinful thoughts)

“It actually totally makes sense.” the girl next to her responded. “There’s a bunch of religious nutcases who are secretly homos. So really, it’s no surprise that Margaret White’s daughter turned out to be a flaming lesbian.”

(for this cause god gave them up unto vile affections)

“Oh, god. I can’t believe we’ve been changing in the same room as her! I think I’m gonna puke!”

“Oh, grow the fuck up Chris!” a voice shouted from the herd of girls. Susan Snell emerged.

“Don’t tell me you’re really going to stand up for this pervert, Sue!”

“Well, no, but—”

“Of all people I expected at least my best friend would have my back!”

“If this was some loser freshman who obviously gets off on watching girls change I absolutely would! But even if Carrie’s gay

(for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature)

that doesn’t mean—"

“Alright, what’s the hold up?” Sue’s response was interrupted by Ms. Desjardin taking notice of the cacophony of chaos that had erupted in her locker room.

“Carrie!” Ms. Desjardin ran over to the trembling girl.

“Someone call Alison Bechdel because this school’s got two new Dykes to Watch Out For.” Chris muttered under her breath.

“Carrie, are you alright? What happened?”

“That little freak snuck into my stall to leer at my tits, so I gave her a little push.” A muffled voice came from the shower stall.

“Is that the truth, Carrie?” Ms. Desjardin asked.

“No.” Carrie squeaked. “I promise I didn’t realize it was still occupied.”

“In that case, I see no reason for you to remain in the stall, Ms. Blake. There’s about three minutes left until second period starts. So, I’d recommend using that precious time efficiently.”

Tina bolted out of the stall like a bat out of Hell as she ran to the other side of the room to join her friends and get dressed.

“This is total bullshit! You’re really gonna believe her over Tina!?” Chris screeched.

“I’d watch your tone if I were you Ms. Hargensen. You’re already going to be in enough trouble as it is.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Give it a rest, Chris.” Sue interrupted. “We’re already going to be late to Econ and the last thing I need is another lecture from Mr. Peterson.”

“Whatever. But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

Once the rest of the shower room had emptied out, Ms. Desjardin helped Carrie get back on her feet.