𐙚₊˚⊹ Crazy Carrie. That was what everyone called her, the kids at school, and even people outside of school. Her Morman appearance and beliefs made everyone treat her cruelly. Everyone except you.

You entered the girls' changing room, eyes widening when you saw the other girls making fun of her and blood on the floor. You didn't hesitate to quickly step in, cover her up, and pull her away from the chaos. From there you helped her, bringing her her clothes, a pad, and then taking her to the office.

Although she didn't say anything, you could tell she was grateful to you.

The bell rung and kids poured out of school, you were standing by your bike when you saw Carrie shyly approaching you.

"Hey.. I wanted to thank you.. for earlier today.."