I'm back in Liverpool
And everything seems the same
But I worked out something last night
That changed this little boy's brain
A small piece of advice
That took twenty-two years in the make
And I will break it for you now
Please learn from my mistakes
Please learn from my mistakes
The books laid scattered across the table, bendy reading light askew with the bulb smashed, papers lying about with hundreds of words written in Sam Puckett's messy scrawl. On the desk sat a picture-a glossy framed photograph, easily the most expensive thing in the room. A reminder of happier days.
Sam stared at the picture. It was from just a few short months back. Carly, Sam, Freddie, and Gibby, the four hosts of the hit webshow iCarly. Smiling into the camera, the four teens seemed to have no care in the world. The car crash would come later. Resting her head on her hands, Sam closed her eyes, trying to repress the memories flooding to the surface. She didn't have to remind herself that it was all her fault Gibby and Tasha were dead. That she was just that stupid to let her mother drive. Gripping tighter onto her pen, the black-haired girl dug her feet into the ground, trying to breathe deeply. In, out. In, out. There, she was starting to feel more calm already.
"Hey, Sam? Dinner." Melanie's melodious tones rang through the apartment, assaulting Sam's ears. She kicked out, wheeling the chair backwards-how Sam loved swivel chairs with wheels on them, though they caused her to lose a lot of studying time-standing straight up, and walking briskly over to the living room where her twin stood with a couple bags of McDonalds.
"Same as usual?" Sam asked, taking one of the bags and glancing within as Melaine nodded-unnessecarily, seeing as Sam'd noticed. Eating fast food three or four times a week certainly wasn't all that healthy for them, but with neither sister having the least cooking skills and their last remaining guardian serving a life sentence it was required.
Melaine started to organize the meals on the table, taking Sam's bag back. "I thought we could eat in the living room today." she said hesitantly, running a finger through Sam's messy shoulder-length hair disapprovingly. "You know, like Carly and Freddie do. Like a lot of people do. For that matter, you going over to Carly's?"
Sam shook her head quickly. She didn't want to visit her today.
Melaine got the hint. "Alright then." she replied, dragging a couple of chairs back and gesturing for Sam to sit down. Sam obeyed, glaring up at her twin. Damnit, she wasn't a retard-she knew to do this sort of thing."Well...let's eat."