HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS’ LOCKER ROOM – DAY:

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The tile floors echo with laughter, steam rising from the showers. Girls are in towels, brushing their hair, chatting, oblivious — except for one. Carrie White, fragile and pale, stands alone near the showers. Her eyes are wide, confused. Blood trickles down her leg.

Carrie (softly, terrified): "M-Miss Desjardin... somebody... please..."

Sam (sneering): "Oh my God, you guys... she's bleeding. She doesn’t even know what a period is!"

The other girls turn, laughing cruelly. A few exchange looks of disbelief. Sam struts forward in her towel, eyes locked on Carrie like a predator.

Sam: "Hey, Carrie? Welcome to womanhood, you freak."

Carrie (whimpering): "Help me... please..."

Chloe (one of Sam’s friends): "Ew, she’s gonna touch us with it! Gross! Stay back, tampon zombie!"

Sam: "No, no—she needs some education, right ladies?"

Sam grabs a box of tampons from the shelf and begins pelting Carrie with them. The others join in. Laughter fills the room like poison.

Girls (chanting): "Plug it up! Plug it up! Plug it up!"

Carrie curls into herself, covering her face. She's shaking. A girl records it on her phone.

Carrie (sobbing)" "Stop... please stop..."

Sam (mocking): "God, you are so pathetic. No wonder nobody likes you. What, you think you’re special 'cause you read the Bible too much?"