Who: Carrie and Emma Frost What: Moving out and moving in Where: England When: Afternoon, shortly after Carrie's Debut post Warnings: unlikely
They weren't her clothes, the ones they gave her. A pair of jeans that had 'relaxed' on the label and a fitted t-shirt with a strange Asian design, momma never let her wear any sort of pants, claiming a woman who did so was an 'abomination'..but it was either this or the blue night gown she arrived in. Carrie got dressed, leaving her blonde hair loose over her back, closing her eyes to fight back her mother's voice in her heard.
'You tried to kill me momma.' she thought as she shoved her feet inside a pair of red ( always red) high tops. 'I'm dead to you.'
They let her wait in the waiting room, but she politely declined-she just wanted to wait by herself for a moment. She sat on the bed, a generic King James bible in her lap, but she was only half heartily reading it, switching her gaze to the large clock on the wall every other minute.
'It could be a trick.' said the nagging voice. 'Just want to get your hopes up...promise of a school..for..people like me.' Ms. Frost said she was special..not wicked or evil.
She forced herself to stop worrying as she watched the door, the bible forgotten in her lap.