I'm back with another story XD. Now, most of my usual readers like me for my Creddie stories but this is Seddie. Sorry guys but I've had this idea for a while and unless I seriously wanted to change the plot, I couldn't do Creddie. Hope you like it anyway if you still want to read it. This is in Sam's POV.

Summary: One day Sam is picking on Gibby, and he snaps. He pulls out a gun and shoots, killing Sam. But she is soon awake in "ghost" form and given a task to bring her back to life. She must kiss the person she wishes to most...but when Sam agrees to this deal, she is unaware that that person is someone she thinks she hates, and hates her back.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with iCarly or Nickelodeon.

I smiled a devil-like grin. As quietly as I could, I shut the door of Freddie's apartment. I had just set all of his clocks two hours ahead. I changed his alarm too. Freddie would wake up at seven o'clock, but since I had reset all the times in his loft, he would think it was nine o'clock when he woke up.

It wasn't all that funny, but I was bored and I love to mess with the nub. And how mad Freddie would be would totally make up for having to get up at five A.M. to do this to him.

I laughed quietly as I continued down the hallway of Bushwell Plaza. I couldn't wait to see Freddie's face when he realized what I'd done.

I almost danced into Ridgeway later that morning. I was literally minutes from seeing Freddie. I had never been this excited to see the dork in my life, but I wanted to see his anger. I lived off of it. Despite how stupid this joke was, I knew it would tick him off.

I turned the corner to get to my locker, and found Freddie standing right in front of it.

"Good morning Sam." he said cheerfully. Okay, something was up.

"You're in front of my locker!" I yelled. I didn't want him to see my disappointment at his calmness. I guess my plan didn't work.

"Well!" he said exasperated "someone's a wee bit cranky, aren't they? Not get enough sleep last night?" he was smiling, like he was waiting for something. I blew it off, the loser was probably just excited for a test or something nerdy.

"Move!" I yelled again. He slid to the side, giving me access to my locker. As I began to grab my things, he just looked at me with that same 'waiting' look. "Would you stop staring at me!? Go to your locker and get your books or something!"

"Oh, I already have my stuff in class. I got here a bit early actually."

I looked at him. Confusion was bubbling at my core but there was no way I was going to show weakness to this boy. I put a blank expression on my face and said "So? Why would I care?"

He smiled, still giving me that look "I don't know. Why would you Sam?"

"I don't." I was blunt. If I wasn't careful I was going to start showing emotion "Now just shut up or go away."

"Fine. I'll be with Gibby if you care."

I was annoyed now "Once again, I don't care."

He nodded at me, and then turned to leave. I'd swear I saw him grin just when he thought I couldn't see his face anymore.

What on earth was he up to? I shut my locker after a few more seconds. I leaned up against it and waited for Carly to arrive.

Suddenly, a voice came over the speakers "Samantha Puckett to the principal's office. Samantha Puckett to the principal's office." I stood up straight, taking me slack off the wall, and went to go talk with Principal Franklin.

On my way though, I passed the teacher's lounge, and froze. There was a big sign hanging up that read:

NO STUDENTS ALLOWED

Today: Free ham sandwiches for staff-deli fresh

Well, they were asking for it. I have this uncontrollable need to break the rules and a constant want for ham. If any teacher had brains, they would know that that sign would not keep me out, but invite me in.

I rubbed my hands together at both the image of the upset teachers, and the thought of me eating ham.

I stepped toward the door, and slowly opened it.

I was greeted, not by angry teachers, and not by ham, but by a bucket of shampoo being dumped on my head. I spilled over me, coating my hair and my face.

"UGH!" I yelled as I wiped the soapy substance from my eyes so I could see slightly. Whoever did this, was going to pay. I took a quick glance around the room, looking for anything to wipe my face with.

I spotted a towel. Yes. I'm not crazy, a literal towel on the eating table. I was confused, but I needed to get this stuff off my face before it got in my eyes. I stepped next to the table, and lifted the towel to myself.

But when it touched my face, it didn't feel like a towel, it felt like I was rubbing paper across my face. I pulled it away from my skin, to see what I was really holding.

It was in fact a towel, but there was a note taped to the top of it. So the person who planned this was even more stupid than I thought. Not only did they make me furious, they wanted to tell me they did it. I don't care if they gave me a towel, they used it to gloat their prank and that just made me angrier.

I ripped the paper from the fabric and threw it to the floor. I wiped my face as clean as I could with no water. Then I looked down to find the scrap I'd tossed.

I found the note crinkled on by my feet with shampoo on it. I snatched it up. It read:

Sam
Next time you want to sneak in my house and change the clocks, don't mumble your plans about it so I can hear you.
Freddie

If I was furious before, I didn't know how to explain the rage now. No wonder the dweeb was so dang happy this morning.

I turned to face the door, not even caring about the principle wanting to see me anymore. I was going to find Freddie and cover his body in more casts than he knew he could have. I wasn't even concerned about how I looked. I didn't care shampoo glazed my clothing and hair. All I cared about was finding Freddie, and making him pay.

I stormed through the halls, looking for my victim. No one laughed at me. Good. I'd trained them well. NEVER annoy, or embarrass Sam Puckett, or I will severely injure you. Freddie apparently still had a-lot to learn.

I turned another corner, and I saw Gibby at his locker, holding his back pack in his arms.

"Gibby!" I roared and he snapped his head up with fright. I ran over to him.

I grabbed his shirt collar and threw him up against the locker, Gibby didn't let go of his bag. "Where is he!?" I screamed.

"W-where's who?" he asked, stuttering

"Freddie! He said he was going to be hanging out with you! Where is he!?"

"Sam, please put me down." he pleaded as a crowd of kids began to surround us.

"Answer me!" I yelled ignoring his request. I didn't fold into my victims wishes.

"He went home he said he was sick. Please put me down!"

"Probably a case of the chicken pox." I muttered, still ignoring his pleads.

"Sam, put me down." he sounded more serious now, but I still pretended I didn't hear him speak.

I held Gibby in the air as I thought about what I would do to that waste of space when I saw him again. I felt Gibby put his hand in his bag and grab something. Oh, what was he gonna do? Hit me with his ruler? Oooh scary.

"Put me down." he said this sternly. Like it was an order.

"Gibby-" I began but stopped talking when I saw Gibby pull his hand from his bag, holding something. I didn't know what it was but he pressed it to my gut.

"Put. Me. Down."

I dropped the boy I was holding, just to see what 'threatening' item he had. When I let him go, he removed the item from my stomach, but he still had it pointing at me. I looked at his hands, and when I saw what was in his hands, I stood there unable to move. It was a gun.

I heard 'oh my Gods' and gasps all around me. The circle of kids around Gibby and I had gotten larger. Even some teachers were there. Everyone was staring in horror.

"Gibby, what are you doing?" I asked, fear rising in me.

But Gibby didn't get to answer me as a girl came up behind everyone asking "Hey, guys what's going on here?" it was Carly. "Guys?" she asked again as she pushed closer to the inner part of the ring of people "What's goin-oh my God. Sam?" she'd seen me. It took her a second, then she said more frantically as she absorbed the situation "Oh my God! SAM!"

She ran for me, but a teacher held her back saying "No! Stay back!"

"But that's my best friend. Sam!" she fought harder against the adult restraining her.

"I-it's okay Carls. Just stay back." I reassured her. I didn't need her getting hurt.

Tears were forming in her eyes, but she stopped struggling.

"Yes, Carly. Stay. Listen to Sam. Like everyone else. Well not me. I will not listen." Gibby said this calmly, as he raised his gun higher, now it was directly pointed at me. "I want to be free from her daily punches and beatings. I want to set you all free from her."

"G-Gibby," I stammered "y-you can't do this." I stared at the gun pointing at me, fear consuming my body.

"Why not?" he asked, acting as if he had a real valid reason for doing this.

"Well, s-sure I p-picked on you but you don't have to kill me. I-I can change. I'll leave y-"

"You had years to change!" he yelled cutting me off "For years I begged you to stop and you didn't! So why should I stop?! WHY!?!" Gibby had officially snapped.

"Gibby stop!" Carly pleaded, fighting the teacher again. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Stay out of this Carly." Gibby snapped "You aren't part of this. You were nice to me. You don't need to be punished."

"No!" she screamed "Let her go! Please! For me Gibby! I was nice! For me please Gibby, please!"

Then, Principal Franklin stepped inside the circle of people that had formed around Gibby and I.

"Gibby." he spoke softly, calmly "Give me the gun."

"No." whispered the boy threatening my life "She deserves this." I heard a click as Gibby loaded the gun.

"Gibby, give me the gun." Principal Franklin was closer to the boy now.

"No."

"Gibby." he was now one step away.

"NO!"

Now Principal Franklin was next to Gibby. He now spoke very firmly "Give me the gun."

"Please Gibby!" Carly screamed again, tears now pouring down her cheeks.

My palms were sweaty, and I was filled with hot fear. But I had to try, to beg for my life.

But Principal Franklin beat me to it "Gibby, you don't have to do this. Just hand over the gun." he placed his hand out.

Gibby's grip on the gun facing me tightened. Now was my chance to speak.

But when I spoke, none of it was understandable since I said "Please don't Gibby."

At the same time, Carly let out a deafening plead of "Don't do this to her!"

And Principal Franklin said "Hand over the gun."

"SHUT UP!" shouted Gibby.

And the last thing I heard was my friend's cries, the screams of the students and teachers around me, and the one gun shot that took my life as I faded into the darkness.

WOW. Poor Sam. I'm sorry I made Gibby lose it but someone had to kill Sam for this plot. But I hope none of you are too concerned at this point as I mentioned in the summary, she is not officially dead. I will try to update as often as possible but I don't have as clear a plot-line in my head for this as my other stories, so it may take longer to update. Not to mention I have exams to study for. YUCK!

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