Hey all you people out there!!! 'Nana Pudding here. I'm pretty sure these challenges are old, but I decided to do one. Smartbabie's tree house challenge caught my attention, so here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: I'm a 14-year-old girl. Do you really think a 14-year-old girl would be able to run iCarly? I think NOT!
Chapter One
The veins on my forehead were practically ready to burst, but my voice was in a hushed tone. "Remind me why I go anywhere with you again."
"Because you can't resist it," she smirked knowingly. How could she be so calm about this whole situation?!
"And because I can't resist it, I follow along on your little escapades, right? Because I'm afraid you'll get arrested."
"Right." Her emerald eyes gleamed.
"And so because of that fear, I have no choice but to come with you. Then you steal ten bucks from a guy and we end up stuck in a tree house with this stranger below us screaming at us."
"Uh huh." She's fully enjoying this.
I sigh. "Only you......."
The ruckus below soon fades into silence.
"Alright, it's safe to go down, Doofus."
"How do you know they're not still down there, just waiting for us to emerge?"
"Because I just know these things. And who still says 'emerge'?"
Without retaliation, I tug on the latch of the tree house door. The thing is, it doesn't budge. I pull again, harder this time. Still nothing. "I think it's locked."
"Here let me see it." She grabs me at the waist, flinging me halfway across the room. She too tries to open the door, but it stays shut tight. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out her trusty hairpin, searching for the lock. Her fist slams on the oak floor. "Dang it! It's locked from the outside!"
She turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?!"
"What?! You were the one that dragged me in here in the first place!"
"I did not drag you!"
"YOU SLUNG ME OVER YOUR SHOULDER!!!"
"Well, you're a slow runner!"
"I'm sorry I don't run fast enough for you!"
"Well, you should be! Now shut up before I knock your block off!"
"Oh, ANYTHING for the Princess Puckett!" I yell, sarcasm dripping off every word, pulling off my jacket and dropping it.
"You BETTER be willing to do anything for me!"
"I don't have to listen to you! In fact, listening to you was what got me in this mess in the first place!!! If you'd just pre-empt your acts of spontaneity for just once, maybe we wouldn't be stuck in this stupid mess!!!!!!!"
"You don't have to yell," Sam said, barely audible.
"I have a reason to be upset!! I was supposed to go on a date with Aubrionna Casey tonight! Aubrionna Casey! A CHEERLEADER!! Do you know how much that means to me?!?!?! Huh?! Do you?!"
It grew deathly quiet. Sam just looked at me with those big, innocent eyes. I sighed and let myself slide against the wall down to a sitting position. Running my fingers through my hair and breathing deeply, I allowed myself to simmer down, my once boiling blood now cooled down.
We sat in silence for what seemed like ages. Through the cracks of the board walls, I could see the sun slowly slinking down in the sky, close to sitting on the horizon. I closed my eyes, thinking. What was Aubrionna thinking right now? Judging by the lack of light, I figured it was past five, the time we agreed to meet at the theater. She probably hated me right now.
I pulled out my phone to text her when it hit me. I could call for help! Unfortunately, when I flipped my phone open, it automatically died. I sighed once again, this time heavier, closing my eyes for the second time.
About five minutes had passed, and I smelled a wet, breathy scent of ham and toothpaste.
"What Sam?" I questioned, agitated.
She didn't answer. I opened my eyes. She sat in front of me, rubbing her forearm.
"What?" I asked again.
"Look.......I..........I.........I'm......s......s........s......."
Apologies were not her thing, and I could definitely tell she was trying her hardest to make this one sincere.
"I'm.................I'm sorry." She swiftly looked down. It was rushed, but an apology nonetheless.
"It's alright. I was just.........frustrated." Now I felt guilty. "I'm sorry for yelling at you like that."
"You don't have to apologize, dork. Just remember I'm the boss around here." A small smile spread across her face. She could be pretty scary, but her smiles were awfully contagious. I soon found myself grinning as well. That's when her face fell again.
"What's wrong?" I didn't normally find myself concerned about the she-devil, but this situation was different.
"Your phone is dead and mine's at home. What if no one finds us? What if we can't get out?"
"Don't worry. We'll find a way out of this. Just get some rest. We're obviously gonna be in here for awhile." But as Sam grabbed my jacket I had thrown in my fit of rage to use as a pillow, I began to realize that none of the tools in this minute abode would aid much in getting us out of here. Sam settled her head and my jacket on my shoulder. I sighed for the third time in half an hour. I wasn't so sure myself we'd be okay.
So whaddaya think so far? This is a story I'm having a lot of fun with, and if you guys want me to continue, more should be up very soon. So if you would, please click that irresistible little green and white review button and leave a comment and your favorite line of the first chapter.
Peace out, home fries,
'Nana Pudding
