~*~Broken~*~
by Hatter of Madness
Rain was the worst for Sam. During the rain she had to try to stay warm when all she had was a tiny little jacket, a ripped pair of jeans, a pair of Converse that should have long been since discarded, a plaid shirt that was way too big on her, a pair of gloves (hobo style), and a scarf. And the wind always made it worse. It was times like these that she had almost wished she hadn't dropped out of Ridgeway...when she wished she had accepted Rodney's offer of a promise ring (even if it had been ripped off)...when she wished she had gone to Carly with her problems...when she wondered what had ever happened to iCarly...when she wished she had told Freddork the truth.
She thought about all of this while struggling to stay warm. She looked again at the little metallic cup in her hands. It was so cold it was almost like it had been frozen into her hands. There was still only five dollars and sixteen cents. In all of Seattle, only a few people have given her money. And it still only added up to five dollars and sixteen cents.
It wasn't even enough to get one meal. She was thin now, too, too thin. Not that she was fat before, or even had a little excess fat. No, Samantha Puckett had always been thin. But starvation made it worse. Living on the streets in a cardboard box that might not make it through a little rain. Well, a "little rain"—that was the understatement of the year. It was pouring. All Sam could do for warmth was curl up into a tiny little ball and hope that somehow, a miracle would occur.
At the time, dropping out seemed like the right thing to do. After all, Carly and Daniel were always making out and were always together and Freddie and Sam just faded into the background. Who was Daniel, anyway? He just showed up out of nowhere and started dating Carly and Freddie and Sam were forced to watch their best friend turn from a good, sweet, innocent girl into a total bitch. And Spencer only fueled the fire. Pretty soon, he determined that Sam was a bad influence on Carly. That was why she was sneaking around behind his back, he decided. That was why her straight A's dropped fast to Carly barely managing to get C's. And then there was when Sam logged onto Facebook, ignoring the friend request from Jonah (as if she'd actually talk to him again), and saw this on her homepage:
Carlotta Shay went from being "single" to "engaged".
First off, Sam didn't even know "Carly" was short for anything. Second, this was when Carly wasn't even a junior. She wanted to kill Daniel. Soon there were several comments congratulating Carly and talking about what she should wear to the wedding and everything. Sam thought Carly should wear a shirt to school that said "TRAITOR". She didn't voice this thought; the popular opinion was that Carly and Daniel were meant to be together and that Carly would make a cute "Mrs. McElwain" and everything.
Then there was the time Carly called Sam from some stupid party that Daniel's friend Brian had thrown asking if Sam could give her a lift home. Sam got these phone calls often. Even though her mom was—well—her mom, she was a pretty cool parent in that when Sam got her lisence, she bought her daughter a car. It was a blue 2004 Opel Tigra with a twintop, whatever that was. Sure, it was a few years old, but it ran and hey, Sam didn't have to keep asking for rides. She was a pretty cautious driver. So when she got that call from Carly, she was shocked. Carls...drinking?
She picked her up anyway, and Carly climbed in. She seemed sober. "You alright?" Sam asked.
"Fine," Carly said, looking out the window. "Danny was drinking, and I don't trust Brian enough to give me a ride."
"So you're going to let your boyfriend drive home drunk?" Sam asked. She may have been stupid, but she wouldn't have let her boyfriend drive home under the influence.
Carly shrugged. "He's probably just gonna crash there anyway." Sam sighed, starting the car. They drove in silence for a few minutes, then Carly said, "Sam? Can we talk?"
"Sure." She didn't look up, instead focusing on the road before her.
"You know we don't talk that often," Carly said, "and even though I promised to take you to a Cuttlefish concert a while ago, I went with Danny instead."
"Where are you going with this, Shay?"
Carly paused. "I don't want you on iCarly anymore."
Sam nearly slammed on the brakes. "What?"
"I don't want you in my apartment either. I just don't want to see you around and I don't think Freddie does either. We don't like you."
"Oh? Who's 'we'? You and your boyfriend?"
"Me, Danny, Brian, Roger, Kat, Justin..."
"Oh, look, all of your boyfriend's friends." Sam pulled over. "Fine. Don't want to be my friend, then get out of my car."
Carly hesitated, then climbed out and slammed the door, immediately pulling out her cell phone. Sam didn't care who she called for a ride. She never wanted to see Carly Shay again. A little while later, after distancing herself from Carly and Freddie and Danny, Rip Off Rodney had asked her out. She didn't know why Rodney had asked her, but she didn't question it. Though she knew she was just going to get hurt, she agreed. By junior year, Rodney had tried to give her a promise ring, to which Sam declined and broke off the relationship. She decided to drop out of school, and, eventually, ran away.
It had been fun at first—as fun as it could be without your best friend there to talk to...or any friends, really—but after a while, when she got kicked out of her apartment, she didn't know what to do or what she had ever found "fun". There was only one thing: Regret.
Now she had rain pouring down on the closest thing she had to a roof over her head with the knowledge that her makeshift house would collapse at any minute, not sure of what to do with her life or where to go or how to survive. She didn't know where her next meal was coming from. She missed Frothy, the stupid rabid cat she had; she missed her nice, warm bed; she missed her eccentric mother, because at least someone cared about her...
She missed having a future.
I don't know where I'm going with this. This is my first iCarly fanfiction since a fail of a fic I posted on my last account, TohruROX2221. If you recognize that name, you probably know which fic I am speaking of. Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, high school is kicking my ass. I currently have another C- in Geometry. I'm really trying, but I just don't get it. I have to go to tutoring! FUCK. (Pardon my French...) So um. I'd like to make friends on this site or get better known or something. I'm so bored with life right now and I'm sick of all this drama at school about me. I'm not even popular yet everyone knows my name now. ._. People are such asjfselfj. So I'll stop rambling and let you figure out if this is actually worth reviewing/favoriting/alerting. Kthxbai.
-Hatter of Madness