The Apology. (Chris x Sue x Carrie)

                                    

                                          
Requested by no one. Based of the 1976 version but you can imagine whatever. Also, poly oneshots are fun to write but take me a while to make, so please, tell me your opinion on this oneshot? I wanna know if I should keep writing them.
                          
I'm also terrible at writing the locker room incident so bare with meee. But like this is the best version I've ever written so? Hopefully? It's? Alright?


                          
Of course, Carrie blew the volleyball game.. She wasn't the best at sports — in fact, she wasn't good at them at all.
                          
All her team mates walked passed her, grumbling out insults and hitting her. She only sat there and took it — for she knew what would happen if she tried to fight back.
                          
It would only end worse for her.
                          
Carrie lowered her head, then followed them at a distance.

                          
She turned the shower faucet on, flinching at the cold water. 
                          
Squeals and yelps filled the locker room. Bras were hooked and unhooked, panties stepped out of, towels hung up, and bars of soap being thrown from hand to hand.
                          
The room was misty. It was hard to see. That's what Carrie liked. 
                          
No one could look at her, for once.
                          
She sighed then closed her eyes, running her soapy fingers through her tangled hair. 
                          
She then grabbed a bar of soap and started washing herself off until she suddenly stopped with a jolt. A bright streak of blood that flowed down her thigh caught her gaze. She let out a small squeak before furrowing her eyebrows together.
                          
She looked down again to see that only more blood sputtered her inner thighs.
                          
Carrie looked around the room. All the girls distracted on something else. She didn't know what to do. There was blood everywhere.. she continued looking down between her legs, completely still.
                          
A sharp pain stabbed at her stomach earning a quiet whimper from the girl.
                          
Was she dying? "H—" she could hardly manage to spit out a word. She was terrified. What was happening to her?
                          
She finally stumbled out of the shower. "H-help me!" She shrieked.
                          
And now the attention was on her.
                          
"H-h-help-" She yelped, grabbing onto Sue's shirt.
                          
"Eww!" Sue yelped, shoving Carrie away. "Get off of me, you freak!" 
                          
The panicked girl did as she wished and backed up — she didn't want to be hated even more. So, she looked to the girl next to her, which, just so happened to be Chris.
                          
She looked helpless — pathetic. Her gaze was pleading. "Help me, please!"
                          
"It's just your period!" Chris bit back her laughter. "Have a tampon, Carrie!" She threw it — it struck her chest.
                          
It fell to the floor, Carrie stood dumbly. "Huh—!?"
                          
"It's your period!" Chris repeated, a laugh slipped out of her mouth.
                          
And then more laughter arose. Ugly, disgusted, horrid laughter.
                          
This only startled Carrie more. Why were they laughing!? Yes, she should be used to this by now but she was dying! She was bleeding to death! Were they really that careless? Did they really hate her that much?
                          
The next thing the poor girl knew, she was collapsed on the girl, screaming and crying for someone to help her — for someone to actually care for once. But no. Everyone hated her. Including herself.