"Mrs. Briggs, come on." Sam whined to the teacher.
"I can't sit beside Freduccini Alfredo."
At this point Freddie decided to intervene.
"I am not pasta! I am a human being and I deserve to be treated with some respect!"
"Shut up, Fredweina, don't; get your antibacterial undies in a twist."
"Why do you insult me?"
"Because." Sam shrugged.
"Because isn't an answer."
Carly had long since learned to tune out their arguments but this time she was focusing on her cell screen. On her screen was a message that made her shriek.
"Oh my god!"
"What?" Sam, Freddie, and Mrs. Briggs asked simultaneously.
"Spencer's in the hospital! His car caught in fire!"
"Anything that boy touches catches on fire." Sam said and Freddie stared at her incredulously.
"Oh yeah." Sam said and turned around. "So, Mrs. Briggs, about this whole seating thing…"
"Mrs. Briggs." Carly interrupted. "I've got to go."
Without another word Carly grabbed her stuff and ran off the plane.
"Okay…I can just sit in Carly's seat." Sam stated before starting towards it.
"Oh no you don't." Mrs. Briggs stopped her.
"I can't sit beside him." Sam exclaimed.
"Yeah, Mrs. Briggs, that's torture." Those earned a glare from Sam.
"Good. I want you to suffer, like I do every day. I hate children." She muttered, walking away.
Sam sighed and sat reluctantly in the seat beside Freddie.
She wiggled around, trying to get her self comfortable.
"Alright, D.C., here we come."
AN: That was just the prologue so it wasn't that interesting. But it gets better. Review please.
Love,
Quololeddie