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A while back I got inspired oddly enough, yet again, by a dream. Sam was shopping in a store and narrating the story of her life. It sounds boring but trust me, this story will not be.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or anything you may recognize. The plot is completely original.

iGet the Better Life:

Chapter 1: iS Something Wrong?

"I wish we didn't have to do this," The tall, blonde woman moaned.

"I know. But we can't afford to keep them both," The short, wavy haired man said with a sigh.

"Bye my little Samantha. I'll miss you," The woman said before kissing the toddler's cheek.

"Mommy, where are you going?"

"Home."

"Why aren't I going?"

"Because this is your home now, kid." Her father said sadly while he stroked his three year old daughter's blonde hair.

"No, I belong at home with you and mommy and—"

"Me," A small boy with curly blonde hair cried out.

-8—8-

"Morning Sam," Carly Shay said happily to her best friend. "Breakfast is ready."

"Oh…great," Sam Puckett said, no enthusiasm in her voice whatsoever.

"What's the matter?" Carly asked worriedly sitting down on the couch beside Sam.

"Nothing," Sam said while she shook her head.

"Really?"

"Yeah Carls, I'm just a little tired still," Sam lied with a shrug.

"Hey," Carly and Sam's other best friend, Freddie Benson said.

"Hey," Carly said a little distractedly, as she watched Sam go upstairs.

"You okay?" Freddie asked Carly.

"No. Something's wrong with Sam, but she won't tell me."

"Are you sure?"

"She hasn't ate breakfast yet. She didn't even look at it!"

"Something's definitely wrong," Freddie agreed.

"Maybe you could go and talk to her?" Carly asked hopefully.

"I don't know, Carly," Freddie hesitated.

"Please," She pleaded with a small smile.

"Well…okay," He said with a sigh.

Freddie made his way up the stairs to Sam. Sam sighed while she leaned against Carly's door.

"What did that mean…?" Sam moaned while she ran her hands through her long, blonde curls.

"What did what mean?" Freddie asked.

Sam blinked and stared at Freddie. "I don't want to talk about it…"

"Sam," Freddie started before she pushed past him. "You won't feel any better until you talk about it!" He called after her.

"I feel fine!" Sam retorted back.

"Sam, where are you going?" Carly asked while she hurried towards her best friend.

"Home," She said before slamming the door behind her.