The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Seeing Carrie grinning foolishly with her head down, the two people sitting on the bench frowned.

Didn't she hear what we said? She's still just grinning like an idiot.

Dare to ignore us?

Where did she get the guts!

The two stood up and walked towards Carrie.

They need to teach her a lesson.

The blond youth walked up to Carrie's chair and stopped. He suddenly raised his right foot and kicked Carrie's chair hard.

The force of the kick caused the chair to tilt backward, and Carrie, who was sitting in the chair, had half of her buttocks lifted off the chair.

Carrie was caught off guard by the sudden kick and quickly grabbed the armrest of the bench, almost slipping off.

"What are you doing!"

Carrie settled herself in her seat and glared at the two of them.

The energy within her surged, and Carrie controlled herself, preventing herself from attacking the two.

She doesn't dare to use her superpowers on people easily; after all, people aren't inanimate objects.

"What? You're not happy? So what if I kick your chair?"

The blond man was furious when he saw Carrie glaring at him. "You dare to glare at me?" he thought, and kicked the chair hard.

This kick didn't seem to affect Carrie much.

"What are you trying to do! You...you get away from me! Or I'll call the teacher."

Carrie looked at the two people in front of her with a wronged expression.

"Hahaha, call us teacher? So what if you call us teacher? What can you do to us then!"

"Yes."

The two of them crossed their arms and laughed heartily.

After a while, the two came to their senses; their real purpose was the pistol on Carrie's body.

"Hand over your pistol right now! You've got some nerve bringing a gun to school. Where did you hide it?"

"You'd better take it out and hand it over to us, or don't force us to take action."

The two men looked at the petite Carrie with malicious smiles.

"I don't have any handguns like you're talking about. Get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"You're welcome? We'd like to see how impolite you can be."

"Since you won't listen to our advice, don't blame us for taking action."

The two men slowly approached Carrie and extended their sinister hands.

Carrie leaned back in her chair, watching the hands getting closer and closer.

"I don't have any gun as you're talking about. What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this?"

She was utterly helpless. Why did they still treat her this way despite her tolerance?

She didn't provoke them, so why won't they let her go?

Why are you pressuring her like this?

Since that's the case, don't blame me.

Feeling the power within her body, Carrie felt an unparalleled confidence, and she watched as the expressions of the two men gradually hardened.

Carrie raised her right hand, held it horizontally in front of her chest, and then casually waved it. Energy surged from her body, and her psychic power transformed into a shockwave that struck the two of them, instantly sending them flying.

The two men were sent flying backward. One crashed onto a bench, shattering it into pieces, while the other slammed heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

A tremendous force struck their chests; they felt as if they had been hit by a heavy object, and a sharp pain shot through their chests.

The two fell to the ground, the pain in their chests making it hard for them to breathe.

He struggled to his feet, using his arms to support himself on the ground.

Both of them stared at each other with completely bewildered expressions.

How did you fly here?

"You're asking me? I'd like to ask you the same thing!"

Carrie, sitting in the chair, looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Could it really be that we saw ghosts for most of the day?"

what is the problem?

How did she knock them away?

I only saw Carrie wave her hand!

I didn't even touch the two of them, so how did I manage to send them flying so far?

The two looked extremely disheveled, their hair in disarray, their clothes torn to shreds by the shockwave released from their telekinetic energy, and their curly chest hairs visible through the tattered fabric.

The two women supported each other, their previous arrogance completely gone, and they looked at Carrie with some fear.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Carrie looked at the two people in front of her and raised her right hand as if to do so.

Seeing Carrie's actions, the two confirmed that Carrie was the one who knocked them away.

Having learned their lesson once, they quickly understood how formidable Carrie was.

If it happened again, it would probably take half their lives.

Thinking about this, the golden retriever felt a chill run down his spine.

"Run the fuck away!"

The golden retriever watched Carrie's actions, then ran off without turning back, leaving Curly behind.

Seeing that his companions had all run away, Curly didn't dare to stay here alone.

"Damn it, that's so disloyal," Curly cursed under his breath, and took off chasing after Golden Retriever.

"Wait for me! Wait for me!"

The two men's disheveled figures as they fled looked like two clowns.

Carrie didn't chase after the two as they fled, since she was still at school and her mother would be arriving soon.

Carrie lowered her raised right hand, and a charming smile bloomed on her face.

This was Carrie's genuine smile; she hadn't been this happy in over a decade.

The hardships of life always left her with a mournful face.

But now everything is about to change.

Carrie couldn't help but sigh.

Is this what it feels like to have power?

How wonderful!

No wonder people are pursuing great power; with power comes the ability to change everything.

Looking at the broken bench and flowerpot fragments on the ground.

These things still need to be dealt with.

He tried to use his telekinesis to clean up the scene, but found that he couldn't use it no matter what he did.

"what?"

"Still unable to completely control your telekinesis?"

Carrie lowered her head dejectedly, as if she had instantly lost all her energy.

Like a salted fish that has lost its dreams, lying on a bench.

.......

Ring ring ring!

The school bell rang, and a few minutes later, students came out of the stairwell one after another.

The students' faces were beaming with joy.

As they passed by Carrie, they saw the terrible scene in the corridor and were puzzled. What happened to the corridor?

Is someone fighting in the hallway?

Looking at Carrie sitting in the corridor, he also thought that Carrie was the cause.

After all, how could they not know Carrie's situation?

......

Outside the grammar school, a brown car was parked on the side of the road.

The next moment, a middle-aged woman with the same hair color as Carrie stepped out of the car. She was Carrie's mother, Mrs. Margaret.

She walked toward the teaching building with a gloomy expression, seemingly angry because Carrie had been bullied.

She received a call from the school while working at a dry cleaner in town.

During the phone call, Principal Assistant Morton explained the situation to her.

She was furious that Carrie had disobeyed her orders and taken a bath in the public bathroom without permission.

She didn't care about the students bullying Carrie.

It's as if it's not your own child who's being bullied.

Indeed, she often regretted raising Carrie.

He also always viewed Carrie as Satan's child, the son of evil.

Carrie did not receive maternal love during her upbringing.