iCarly: Remembrance
Chapter 1
"RANDOM DANCING!" Carly and Sam jumped up and down and danced to the funky music while I followed them with my camera. After a minute of that, Sam stopped the music and Carly said, "Okay people, before you go, we have an announcement!"
Sam took over, "Last week, we asked you to send us in a weekend challenge-"
Carly interrupted, "A challenge completed over the course of a weekend."
"I think they could've figured that out."
"I'm not sure; there might be some Canadians watching."
Sam smiled at the chance to make fun of someone, "You're right, those stupid Canadians."
"Anyway, the challenge we picked is one that's both fun and will get us-"
"-specifically Freddweeb-"
"HEY!" I yelled.
"-in shape," continued Carly. "This whole weekend, we will get everywhere in-" Sam pressed a button and the text "ROLLERBLADES" flew up on the screen at the same time a digitized voice sung it.
"Yep," said Carly, "we're going to rollerblade to the store, our houses, and even down the stairs!"
"Maybe Freddork'll trip and fall down them!" I gave up yelling at Sam and remained silent.
"Sam," groaned Carly.
"What, it'd be funny!"
"Anyway, we'll see y'all next time on iCarly!"
I tapped a few keys on my laptop, severing our connection to . "And, we're clear!"
Carly and Sam took a couple steps back and fell onto bean bags.
"Good show guys," I said, laying the camera onto my tech cart.
"Thanks Freddie," said Carly, picking up a soda and taking a sip.
"Yeah, thanks," said Sam. "Oh, by the way, Fredward…"
"Yes?" I asked, predicting an insult.
"If you don't fall down the stairs, I just might push you." The scary thing was, I believed her.
Friday, after school
The front doors of Ridgeway burst open as three roller-skating teenagers made their great escape. They pumped their legs as fast as they could, flying over the pavement away from the school. A few seconds later, Francine Briggs pushed through the doors and ran a few feet farther, scanning the landscape with her eyes. "I'll get you!" she screamed.
A few streets away, Carly, Sam, and Freddie ground to a halt, resting on a building.
"That was close," gasped Freddie, already out of breath.
"Aw, is Freddwimp out of breath?" cooed Sam.
Before Freddie could reply, Carly said, "You know Sam, you should've been more careful. Ms. Briggs doesn't like getting run over by teens on rollerblades."
"Well she needs to take a chill pill!" snapped Sam.
"Maybe if Sam wouldn't bother her so much, she wouldn't need any!" I yelled, hoping Sam wouldn't punch me.
"Well maybe if your mom wasn't so annoying, I wouldn't need anyone to bother!" screamed Sam, genuine anger flaring in her eyes. The fear hit me like an electric shock. This wasn't going to be just some prank; she was going to try to hurt me. I started stumbling backward, trying to get away, but I was too slow. She grabbed hold of my collar with one hand and a lamppost with the other. Her biceps flexed, pulling me to her, so my nose was touching hers. "Wrong day, dork," she whispered, before pushing me back with all her strength.
Screaming, I rolled backward, completely out of control. Then I felt my legs hit something. I fell over it and crashed onto hard pavement. I was dazed for a few seconds, before I saw headlights and heard a horn honk. Suddenly I realized I was about to be crushed into something Sam might cook and eat. A reflex kicked in, causing me to roll onto the curb seconds before the car reached me. I opened my mouth to take a breath at the same time the car passed me, resulting in water being sprayed onto my face and into my mouth. I coughed up the water, spraying it into Sam's face. Whoa, she got here fast.
"Freddie!" she yelled. I felt her hands grab my face, shaking my head, and then suddenly my face was close to hers for the second time, our noses touching, our lips an inch apart. I stared into her eyes, and I could see concern, along with genuine pain. All I wanted then was for our lips to close the distance. I wanted to feel her lips on mine again, something I'd been thinking about ever since that night on the fire escape. Unconsciously, I tilted my head slightly to the left and moved it forward.
Before I knew it, fingers were no longer supporting my head, and it was hitting the cement hard. I yelped in pain, rubbing the back of my head, before glaring at her. Grinning, she simply said, "Wrong day."
8pm that night
We skated away from the Groovy Smoothy shop, feeling refreshed after our long day of rollerblading around Seattle. After a few minutes, Sam screamed. I was startled so much that I tripped and fell.
"What?" screamed Carly.
"I forgot my cell phone at the Groovy Smoothy!"
"Oh no!"
"STOP SCREAMING!" I yelled. I already had a headache because of "multiple blunt force trauma to the head," as my mom would say, and this wasn't helping.
"I guess Ms. Briggs isn't the only one who needs a chill pill," cackled Sam. I realized she looked pretty when she cackled. This day was full of revelations for me.
"Don't worry Sam, I'll get it," offered Carly.
"Thanks Carls," said Sam, always eager to let someone else do the work. Carly rolled around the street corner and behind a building, out of my sight. My gaze wandered to Sam, where I observed that hers had drifted to me. An awkward silence floated between us. "So…" she said. Then the sound of a horn honking reached my ears, making me suddenly alert. A second later, it was followed by a bone crushing crunch. Sam and I froze, our eyes met. Then we yelled simultaneously, "CARLY!" Both of us took off at full speed, skidding around the corner and flying forward until we reached the crosswalk. It was dark, and all I could see was a dark blob lying on the ground. At that moment, the only thought in my mind was, "Not Carly." I squinted to try to see.
Suddenly, a car passed, and the whole crosswalk was illuminated for less than a second. In that second, I saw her pink short-sleeved shirt, with a red undershirt, her baggy blue jeans, but most of all, her face, with three long cuts down the side of it, and a scream frozen on her lips. My hand went to my pocket and pulled out my cell phone, my thumb dialing 911 before it even reached my ear. Hot tears rushed down my face. It wouldn't do any good. Looking at her face, I knew she was already dead.
