So if you guys read my 'story' iHurt Sam, then you know I was looking for a story, but nobody knew the story So I'm gonna write my own I don't want to get this story protectable. Obviously it's about Sam and Freddie, but I want to surprise you guys and I hope I will. Carly, Gibby, Pam Puckett and Mrs. Benson will be in this story. But not Spencer or T-Bo or any other iCarly character. This is my story only with these characters in it. It's like I'm gonna write a book. My goal for this story is for people to realise what bullying can do to you. I don't own iCarly expect for all the other characters. And don't expect to get an every week update. School doesn't give me enough free time -_-

Enough talking! Enjoy and review

Sam's POV

'Sam wake up, it's time to go to school! You're breakfast is on the table. Hurry up or you're going to be late!', said Pam Puckett.

'I'm coming!'.

Okay, what am I going to wear today? Not that I care, nobody cares so why would I? I grabbed a dark skinny jeans, a red sweater and a pair of sneakers. I combed my hair and made it a ponytail. I went downstairs to the kitchen to find eggs and bacon, ready to be eaten.

'Come on hurry up! I don't want you to be late." My mom said.

"Alright, alright. Chill."

I ate my breakfast in like 5 minutes, grabbed my mini sandwiches that my mom had made for me and went outside to get my bike. The truth is, I don't want to go to school. I don't even have friends. My mom thinks I do, that I'm popular and happy at school. I told her that because I don't want her to get worried about me. I have been being bullied for six years now, I'm in 11th grade. For six years I have been terrified, for six years I have been afraid to make a friend and for six years I've been miserable. And that only by 1 person: Freddie Benson. Not only him, also his friends. But also my classmates and just everyone at school. He knows everyone and he does everything in his power to make everyone hate me. By embarrassing me, saying hurtful things to me, spreading rumors and even…hit me. Why he has been bullying me is because he thinks I'm the reason of the 9/11. Why? Because my dad was a Muslim, as in was. He was working in one of the twin towers and died because of those planes. You know how that went. Know people think he's the reason of the 9/11. Because he was a Muslim and he was there working, but nobody believes me. Freddie's dad also worked there and died because of the 9/11. I am not a Muslim, but because my dad was one, they think it was his fault, which it isn't. But nobody believes. That's the reason why he bullies me. He's so blinded by hate that he doesn't think clearly I think.

I arrived at school and went to my locker. I grabbed some books and saw someone coming from the distance.

Freddie's POV

"Good morning mom. Ooh you made eggs and bacon. My favorite breakfast." I said.

"Good morning Freddie. Yeah well, today is your 18th birthday of course. Nothing but the best for you. You'll get your present tonight." She said.

"Awesome! But I've got to go. After school I'm going to hang with my friends and Carly and then I'll be home."

"Okay, Have fun!"

I got on my motorcycle and went to school. Today is going to be a great day, I just feel it.

When I arrived at school, I saw Gibby standing at my locker.

"Hey, Gibbs." I gave him a hand shake.

"Hey, dude. Happy birthday! I've brought you a pie. My mom made it."

"Thanks, your mom makes the best pies in the world!"

"Yeah, but she didn't make it for you to eat it, well she thinks you will, but I thought you wanted it to throw at…someone."

"Aaaah, nice thinking Gibby."

"You know me."

Carly was coming from down the hall to Freddie.

"Happy Birthday, baby." She gave Freddie a peck on the lips.

"Thanks babe."

"I've made you something." She grabbed a package from her backpack and handed it over to Freddie.

"I know you miss your dad, so I made this for you."

He unwrapped the paper. It was a photo book with all the pictures of him and his dad. He was just a little boy of course, but he had the best bond with him. That's something a person never forgets.

"Thanks Carly. This means so much." He hugged her and kissed her.

"Carly, Gibby made ma a pie, or his mother did. But just for my birthday, I'm going to throw it at someone. A certain person. Just for fun, to make me feel even better."

"Great idea! And that certain someone is Sam Puckett, I believe." She daid, smirking.

"Mhhmmmm." Freddie said.

"I've actually seen her like 10 minutes ago. She's at her locker." Gibby said.

"Come on, let's go." Freddie said.

Sam's POV

It was Freddie, Gibby and Carly who were coming to me. I froze. If I just see them, I can't move, speak or think. Well, I can speak, but I stutter.

"Hello, Sam." Freddie said.

"H-hi…uhh… do you w-want something."

"No, I just want to know… do you know what day it is today? I mean, what kind of a special day?" Freddie asked.

"N-no. What kind of day is it today?" I asked.

"Hmm… I don't know. Maybe my 18th birthday." He said

" How could you not remember it? You've known him like 6 years know." Carly said.

"I-I don't know. I just forgot." I honestly didn't know it was today his birthday.

"So, I just want to do something fun". Freddie grinned.

Something fun, means something bad for me. I know that look and sentence.

"W-what are you going to do?"

He took a step forward, I took a step backward. My back touched my locker. And then out of nowhere, he grabbed a pie and threw it at me. He took pieces, so he threw it on my hair, my face and clothes. He and his friends laughed. Just now I realize how many people were standing around us. They were laughing. No sympathy faces…nothing. Tears were forming in my eyes and I went to the bathroom.

There you go! Review please