A/N: This is a one-shot that popped into my head last night. I do not own iCarly, blah, blah, blah. Dedicated to everyone who lost their life on September 11, 2001.
Carly's POV
I trudged downstairs slowly. I hated today. For many reasons. Spencer was cooking in the kitchen. "Morning Carly.""Hey Spencer." "You really want to go to school? I won't make you."
"No its fine. Trust me."
"Alright. I will. Here, you need to eat." I sighed and took a plate. It had some of Spencer's amazing waffles on it.
"Thanks." I sat down just as Sam walked in.
"Hey guys!" "Hey Sam.""What's for breakfast?" Sam, ruled by her stomach.
"Waffles, here have some." Spencer put some on a plate and handed it to her. Freddie chose that moment to walk in.
"You guys ready?" He asked.
"No." Sam called out.
"Almost." I finished and put the plate in the sink. Five minutes later, we were out the door.
I walked into school with Sam and Freddie. Everything reminded me of why today was so depressing for me. I opened my locker and stuffed my books in. "Carly." Freddie tapped my shoulder. "What's going on? You've been acting a little strange."
"Nothing. It's just…" I felt a tear in my eye. I never had told Freddie. "My mom died nine years ago today."
"Uh. Oh. I'm sorry."
"Its okay. You see, the night before, I had woke up in the middle of the night, scared to death. I had a very bad asthma attack, and my dad and Spencer took me to the hospital. You see, my mom was on a business trip at the time. And that's when the world pretty much ended. The plane crashed into the tower, and I never heard from my mom again. When it collapsed, I didn't know what to do. And ever since then, today has always been the worst day of my life." Freddie was at a loss for words.
"Carly. That…I'm sorry. I mean." I held up a hand. "Its okay. We need to go to class." He nodded and we walked up the stairs.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. It was short and quick, and sad. Please review!
Peace to the hobos hippies!