Hi! How's everyone? Will update other stories soon, but this idea is just screaming to be let out, so here goes everything! (:
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with iCarly...sadly.
General POV
She wrote her wishes.
"Hey daddy? Can I get a pony for my birthday? I promise to keep him clean and fed. Pretty, pretty please daddy. For me?"
Everything she ever wanted.
"Daddy? Can I please get a pink dress? It's for our dance this Friday. Everyone else is getting one. Please? I promise to keep it clean and pink. Please?"
She wrote what she hated.
"Dad? You know that I hate vegetables? I do. I really don't like their taste. Their nasty. Can we have meat for dinner? I don't hate meat, but I do hate vegetables. Please daddy?"
What she wish she had.
"Daddy? You know I really wish I had a phone. Jenny Thompson has one. She says they are super cool! It flips open and you can call people with it, anywhere you are! Please, can I have one? I'd be cool like her if I did. Please?"
What she wish she had again.
"Dad? Dad? Dad! Dad! Mom, where's daddy? Daddy? Daddy! Where are you? Please come out! Please?"
Sure I wanted one of those big technology pad things, but what I wanted most was my dad.
She had no father.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry. Daddy left, and he's not going to come back. He loved you very much. No, don't cry, don't. Please don't cry sweetie. It's gonna be okay! Please?"
A pretty lousy mother.
"Mom? Are you in Vegas again? Are you home? You didn't leave any food? Mom? Please, I'm hungry! Please?"
No brothers.
"I wish I had a brother. I'd be so cool! Mom? Can I get a brother? Please?"
Her sister moved.
"You're going to a boarding school all the way across the world? Melanie! You can't leave! Please don't go! Please?"
She had no friends.
"Why don't I have any friends? ... Because I'm mean? ... Please, just 1 friend! Please?"
I'd like to have some friends. I'm a bully. If someone would try to be my friend, I'd promise to be nicer.
She was a bully.
"Give me the sandwich! Give it! No! It's mine now! No, there's no please about it! Puh-lease."
She wanted to have someone in her life.
"Mom, I need a friend! Can't we move? ... Why not? ... Please?"
Maybe not romantically, but she'd be fine as long as she had someone to keep her standing.
" Mirror, mirror. Make over? Maybe they'd finally notice me? Makeup? Maybe they'd notice me? Prettier please? Please?"
Maybe a boyfriend. Someone sweet and nice. They'd have to have a tough side. Maybe dorky and smart, but cute. Someone committed to me, and someone to keep me around. On my feet. Someone to protect me.
She finished up with her full name and smiled. Standing up, stretching, stapling many times, to make sure it's secure. She walked out to her door, looking out into the windy day, she opened up the door. With the paper, she lightly kissed it and stepped out. The wind threw her messy curls in every direction.
Blue eyes met the blue sky. A rainy day for the both, that comes soon enough. She stretched her arm out, and the paper was ripped out of her hand, and into the world. She watched, as it danced on treetops, and rolled on branches. It swiftly blew back up into the air, but back down into the trees.
She whispered into the wind, "Please come home."