Heyy again. So, some of you may have read iCloset and are waiting for the next chapter of iDidn't Know it was You. I decided I couldn't wait to write this next challenge by Smartbabie. Her name really emphasizes her talents don't ya think? I seriously love her story ideas. I will post another chapter of iDidn't Know it was You in due time, maybe even today. For now, enjoy this next story ^^. GO SEDDIE!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.
If there was one thing in the world that I, Sam Puckett, would be hiding, it would be the fact that I do ballet.
Very hard to wrap your head around that one, isn't it? The girl who'd usually make fun of someone who's into all of that frilly, girly crap, is actually participating in it.
Ballet is indeed girly, sickeningly pink, and... fun, as much as I hate to admit it.
I was forced into this whole ballet thing when I was six. I'd learned some things by watching tall, lanky girls spin around on television. As soon as my mom saw me twirling my puny, six year old self around the living room, she'd signed me up.
I think she'd thought it would make me more like Melanie, my goody-two shoes identical twin. Pfft. We may look alike, but other than that, there is nothing identical about us.
When I was little, Melanie and I were close, despite our obvious differences. Then she was offered a scholarship for some willy nilly, (wow, did I just think that?) fancy, private school scholarship. She'd moved away, and I was left alone with my mother.
I can't stand how perfect she claims to be, and how perfect she actually is... it's like she's some robot. It kind of freaks me out when I think about it. Heck, it freaks me out when I think.
I know for a fact that the only reason my mother has kept me around so long is because I do this ballet thing.
I wish I could say I hated it. I really do, but the truth is, I love it. That's right, Sam Puckett has a passion, and if this ever gets out, I'll knock the kid who spilt the beans in the face.
No one, and I mean no one but my mother knows about this. If anyone at Ridgeway found out, my reputation would go down the drain faster than last night's spaghetti tacos.
I know that I could trust Carly with this, I mean she is my best friend, but it's just too risky with Fredweird hanging aroud. I mean, what if Carly asked me something to do with it and he walked in?
I know he'd tell everyone he could. Of course, you and I both know, no one actually listens to the nub, but still. This information is about me, and if he told people, they'd tell people, and they'd tell people... I'd be mercilessly ridiculed until I was ninety!
Now, you may be wondering why rough and tough Sam Puckett of all people likes ballet. I just do, and if you want another reason, well tough bananas.
It's plain and simple, we all have secrets and this one is mine... well that, and that pointless kiss with Freddork.
In one week, I have my final recital, plus there are going to be college scouts there. That's right, I want to get into college. Why? So I can prove to everyone, especially my no-good, idiot father wrong.
He'd left when I was eight. He told me I'd never be like Melanie, so when my parents filed for divorce and Melanie got that scholarship... I wish I could say they'd fought over me, but they didn't.
My parents fought for nine months about who'd be getting to move across the country and keep Melanie, and who'd get stuck with me.
My mom isn't the worst mom... she's just unattentive, insecure, calls me names, and doesn't feed me.
Hmm... I guess she is pretty bad.
Well, none the less, I want to be ready for this thing. I have to attend practise everyday, rehersal after rehersal. It's every day this week from four until six.
Basically I'll be living two seperate lives (as if I haven't been already; it's just going to be more difficult this week). Okay, that is kind of Hannah Montana, and an extremely lame way to put it, but it's true.
Ballet is on the other side of town, so I have to take the bus to get there. It's a good thing school ends at 2:30, or I'd never make it.
I have a few friends, no one special though. Their more of... peppy people who make you think they're your friend, but in the end, there nothing more than a partner on the dance floor. Hah, there are even guys there.
You'd be surprised at how different I really am though. Since I'm forced to wear make-up and all of that girly junk, I was taught to be girly... but ONLY at ballet.
Okay, as much fun as this is, I'm going to shut up about my secret life. If I didn't get to school soon, I'd never make the free ham breakfast they're serving in the caf for Mr. O'dell's retirement. Of course, it's teacher's only... but hey, I'm Sam Puckett.
I happily walked out of the cafeteria with a paper plate full of stolen ham.
I licked my fingers clean of the excess ham sauces and made my way to my locker for some fatcakes on the side. What a way to start the say.
Man, am I glad I have a fast metabolism.
I walked up to my locker and pounded my fist against it over and over. There was no use in entering the combination, I mean, I was carrying a plate of ham and now I'm expected to remember some stupid numbers to get into my locker?
Please, I'm a person, not a robot genius.
Of course, like always, my skills succeeded and my locker swung open.
My day was then ruined completely with the voice of a certain tech-geek making it's way into my ears.
How unfortunate for my poor ears. Why did they have to suffer?! They didn't do anything to him. Of course my fists, well that was another story.
"Sam, why don't you open your locker like a normal person?"
"The same reason you know loads of useless information no one cares about!"
"Because you pay attention in school?" Freddie smirked.
"Hah! You admit you know useless information!"
Freddie frowned.
"At least I have a place to put the information!"
Before I could verbally pummel Freddie to tears, Carly interjected.
"No matter how many insults you throw at each other, you won't accomplish anything!"
"Sure I will, Carls," I retorted. "I would give Freddie's therapist enough appointments so he could buy an island!"
Carly sighed. She was going to respond, but lucky for her and the nub, the bell rang. However, I wasn't willing to not leave without insulting Fredling at least one more time.
"Dipthong, maybe you should-" I was cut off by Carly pulling me away by my ear to biology. I was forced to throw away my ham. He would pay for that.
Freddie shook his head and smirked as I cried out in pain, pleading for Carly to release my ear.