Carrie was confused as to why you sat next to her at lunch. No one sits next to her, but you did. Why? She didn't know. Even a few students gossiped and snickered at you sitting beside her. She knew you were a new student, and some students were already unsure about you.

". . . What are you doing. . .?" She barely asked you above a whisper. You sat there and simply stared at your food, but Carrie felt some tingling feeling around her, as you sat beside her. Like a spark. Like you're like her.