Carrie
By Stephen King
Girls stretched and writhed under the hot water, squalling, flicking water, squirting white bars of soap from hand to hand. Carrie stood among them stolidly, a frog among swans. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck, back, and buttocks; her wet hair was entirely without colour. It rested against her face with dispirited sogginess, and she stood, her head slightly bent, letting the water splat against her flesh and roll off. She looked the part of the sacrificial goat, the constant butt, a believer in left-handed monkey wrenches, perpetual foul-up, and she was. She wished forlornly and constantly that Ewen High had individual—and thus private— showers, like the high schools at Westover or Lewiston. They stared. They always stared.
Showers turned off one by one, girls stepped out, removing pastel bathing caps, towelling, spraying deodorant, and checking the clock over the door. Bras were hooked, and underpants were stepped into. Steam hung in the air; the place might have been an Egyptian bathhouse except for the constant rumble of the Jacuzzi whirlpool in the corner. Calls and catcalls rebounded with all the snap and flicker of billiard balls after a hard break.
“—so Tommy said he hated it on me, and I—”
“—I’m going with my sister and her husband. He picks his nose, but so does she, so they’re very—”
“—shower after school and—”
“—too cheap to spend a goddam penny, so Cindi and I—”
Miss Desjardin, their slim, nonbreasted gym teacher, stepped in, craned her neck around briefly, and slapped her hands together once, smartly. “What are you waiting for, Carrie? Doom? Bell in five minutes.” Her shorts were blinding white, her legs not too curved but striking in their unobtrusive muscularity. A silver whistle, won in the college archery competition, hung around her neck.
The girls giggled, and Carrie looked up, her eyes slow and dizzy from the heat and the steady, pounding roar of the water. “Ohuh?” It was a strangely froggy sound, grotesquely apt, and the girls giggled again. Sue Snell had whipped a towel from her hair with the speed of a magician embarking on a wondrous feat and began to comb rapidly. Miss Desjardin made an irritated cranking gesture at Carrie and stepped out. Carrie turned off the shower. It died in a drip and a gurgle. It wasn’t until she stepped out that they all saw the blood running down her leg.
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Stephen King
Stephen Edwin King (born September 21, 1947) is an American author. Called the “King of Horror,” he has also explored other genres, including suspense, crime, science fiction, fantasy, and mystery.
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He has also written approximately 200 short stories, most of which have been published in collections. His debut, Carrie (1974), established him in horror. Different Seasons (1982), a collection of four novellas, was his first significant departure from the genre. Among the films adapted from King’s fiction are Carrie, Christine, The Shining, The Dead Zone, Stand by Me, Misery, Dolores Claiborne, The Shawshank Redemption, The Green Mile and It. He has published under the pseudonym Richard Bachman and has co-written works with other authors, notably his friend Peter Straub and sons Joe Hill and Owen King. He has also written nonfiction, notably On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft.
Several of King’s works have won the Bram Stoker and August Derleth Awards. He has also won awards for his overall contributions to literature, including the 2003 Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, the 2007 Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America and the 2014 National Medal of Arts. Joyce Carol Oates called King “a brilliantly rooted, psychologically ‘realistic’ writer, for whom the American scene has been a continuous source of inspiration, and American popular culture a vast cornucopia of possibilities.”
Early life and education
King was born in Portland, Maine, on September 21, 1947. His father, Donald Edwin King, a travelling vacuum salesman after returning from World War II, was born in Indiana with the surname Pollock, changing it to King as an adult. King’s mother was Nellie Ruth King (née Pillsbury). His parents were married in Scarborough, Maine, on July 23, 1939. They lived with Donald’s family in Chicago before moving to Croton-on-Hudson, New York. King’s parents returned to Maine after World War II, living in a modest house in Scarborough. He is of Scots-Irish descent.
When King was two, his father left the family. His mother raised him and his older brother David alone, sometimes under great financial strain. They moved from Scarborough and depended on relatives in Chicago, Illinois; Croton-on-Hudson; West De Pere, Wisconsin; Fort Wayne, Indiana; Malden, Massachusetts; and Stratford, Connecticut. When King was 11, his family moved to Durham, Maine, where his mother cared for her parents until their deaths. After that, she became a caregiver in a local residential facility for the mentally challenged.
Stephen King
