iSaid Hello, Is There A Problem With That?
Kishigo: Hey! It's me! This idea came to me today and I decided to write it! I'm still wondering if I should make it a life story (Maybe even being an epilogue sort of thing for another one of my stories or something) or keep it as a simple one-shot. It was left like it is for renewal purposes and stuff- Don't get psyched about it. I have 7 other stories to juggle and I have no idea why I uploaded this,e but I did. If I am going to continue it, don't expect ti to be that long or updated that quickly- I'm already doing the best I can. I don't own iCarly, enjoy! Seddie!
Ridgeway School, Seattle. The fate of the most beloved web show comedians on the internet.
Before we got to the dramatic romances, angst-y relationships, and jealous sibling rivalry though, we were stuck with young age and prospering development. Specifically, young childhood years.
Many memories taunt us as we so desperately wish to return to the past, just for one day and relive our 'Happy, gleeful and divine childhoods.'
Honestly, I never felt that way. Maybe it was because of that one day, that day everything that changed. It wasn't necessarily a bad day, but it surely wasn't one of my favorites, granted. What was this day? Heh, I'll give you that one.
The first day of grade school.
It's the day of first friendship, the day of first impressions, the day of first real school work.
And sometimes, if you're lucky...
...The day of first love.
That is how to term of love at first sight started, right? A simple gesture of kindness and a perk of the lips to form a smile. A lot of people don't believe in first love...
...But I do. I'm feeling it right now. This very second really.
Recalling these occurrences, it's like reliving the memories all over again. Sharing the moment and spicing it with the crazy innuendoes you only realize were wrong or hilariously embarrassing now.
Nervous, really, sometimes it is a little disturbing, and sometimes you look back at it and face palm as you watch yourself do the stupidest things for the stupidest reasons. Wether it is hollering at one of the boys for sneaking a peak of the girls bathroom or crying because someone stole your lunch money, well, that's irrelevant.
You were still stupid.
I remember one day specifically. Ok, so it wasn't a day, more like a session, an amount of time that I don't consider to be important because it was on the first day of school, but because it changed my life forever.
It was the recess me and Freddie Benson met.
The recess I... Broke my arm...
Yeaah... Let me just tell you the story.
The bell rang, dismissing the overly bored children lurking the halls, feeling over exerted with their first day of pure pressure and work. Meeting the friends helped to get through the day, but recess was like redemption for those how didn't meet anyone yet...
...Basically, a time for losers like me to pick from the scrappy kids left to be friends with...
Those of that group who weren't nubs, dorks or possessed with some strange disease, were bullies. I guess that's how I was influenced into becoming me. I don't know, maybe it's because I knew this was how it would always be.
Me, the nubs, and the people who want to beat those nubs up.
As I sat alone on the bench plotting revenge on - Our grade one teacher- For giving my extra homework, I spotted some trouble arousing in my peripheral vision.
A group of older boys- Maybe third or fourth graders- Where picking on a brunette, cornering him against a tree. He clutched a satchel that looked as if it was overflowing with textbooks and other learning supplies. The phrases 'Nerd', 'Dork', 'Noob' and 'Fredwiener' were tossed around as they snatched away his book bag an played piggy in the middle with it. The unfortunate victim was desperately crying, tripping over himself in an attempt to retrieve his bag.
Of course, he failed. Miserably.
Many people watched the scene, people younger and older gapped and glared at the group, but non stood up to stop the cruel actions.
I mean, I didn't blame them, who would be such a loser to stand up to biggest bullies in the school, just to save some stupid kid? The biggest loser, to describe in the least.
"Hey." A voice interrupted the terrorizing of the young boy- I could now see, he was one of the new kids in my class- The group turned to their disrupter. The school yard went quiet.
Who was being brave enough, to sacrifice their pitiful life? Who was stupid enough to stand up and challenge them?
Everyone in the yard shifted, eyes staring at the person who stood broadly, clothes swaying in the wind and eyes alert- Almost intimidatingly, she pushed her brow down and pushed her clenched fists on her hips. She was a short girl, but lean- No fat on her at all. She had a weak, though semi-developed hour-glass figure that hung around her, resembling her curved face as she cursored her manipulating and cold shied eyes on the gang. They continued to stare with brute force- She looked tough enough to handle it, but when you're a head and a half shorter than the smallest guy, it's easier said than done.
"What do you want, punk?" That was when it hit me. The comment was directed to me.
What. The hell. What was I doing? Was I trying to get myself killed? I must be absolutely nuts! This was basically like attempting suicide! My mouth ran dry as my accusation was confirmed- A slit of metal flashed as one of the middle older kids twiddled a piece in his hand- They had a weapon! They were armed!
I knew many things that were plain not right, but this was beyond that. Heck, it was day one and I had already broken some of the strictest rules. But I knew for a fact that having a lethal weapon in your possession was a free trip to expulsion, and in some cases, worse. they could do anything- I needed to do something, I need to get myself out of there. Stat.
But before I knew it, he was pointing the weapon at the brown haired boy.
I gapped. How dare he? He couldn't just threaten a little kid like that! That is illegal! (I think.) I growled at him and took a step forward unknowingly, even though I knew deep inside I was fighting off of willpower, not common sense, so I let my body have it's way with it's actions. The audience that stood by watching exchanged nervous glances. This wasn't going to end well, we all knew it too.
Especially me. When your less than three feet, are being threatened, have the sexist disadvantage and you have no weapon to defend yourself when your opponent does, the odds are very much against you.
That was further proved when one of the boys lunged at me and punched me in the abdomen. Well that hurt.
"That should teach little punk princesses like you to mind their own business."
"D...Don't call me that." The boy turned, surprised that I wasn't on the ground crying my head off.
"What did you say?"
I cringed but managed to stand, one arm securely protecting my stomach. I repeated, bolder this time.
"Don't call me that!" It was the boys turn to take a step back in surprise. I took this short moment of lead and lunged forward, using the moment to my advantage.
Bad idea.
Really, really bad idea.
The middle older boy snapped out his blade and lunged.
He lunged at the little brunette boy.
I could have sworn my motion switched in mid air, I flipped myself and snapped my leg forward, successfully- Though equally surprisingly- Knocking the dagger out of the bully's hand. He looked at me shocked, but I wasn't the only one with fast reflexes.
The boy that I had been speaking with lunged backwards and brought his elbow down to match mine.
That's when I heard a loud, piercing snap.
And a scream.
I expected the scream to be mine, of course, since my arm had just been presumably broken, but it wasn't, it was the brown haired boy I was sacrificing everything for.
He screamed for me. The armed boy leaped to grab his dagger and swung around, it in hand. The chocolate eyed boy tolerated non of that and slapped the boys hand, successfully breaking the weapon form the boys grip. He grabbed his satchel and rushed over to me, it was if he finally got the will to fight- After I had run out, of course.
The onlookers finally saw it as their oppurtunity to step in and actually do something, so they called over a supervisor and got the boys taken away to the principal, I was carted away on a stretcher, the boy profusely demanding he come with me.
Instead of being taken to the hospital however, I was taken to the nurses office- Apparently it wasn't big enough to require 'special attention.'
It sure as hell felt like it did.
As it was patched up- I couldn't even look at it, I swore it had a bone sticking out- I exchanged glances with the little boy. Okay, so he wasn't little, given, he was even a bit taller than me. He had pale skin- Maybe that was just the anxious guilt that penetrated his ever nervous mud eyes. He looked away, shoulders drooping with fear, his auburn hair flying with him. He shifted and sweated in his polo shirt and jeans, you could see him feeling regret.
Hey, I did too.
I was told to wear a cast for a month or so, and to report to the doctors if anything went wrong. Don't get it wet, don't get it dirty, blah blah blah.
I wasn't really paying attention, I never really did.
I was more focussed on the anxious stare the boy was giving me. I'll be honest, it was creeping me out. We had never talked. Ever. But now we seemed close. I felt as if that fight had brought me closer to him than anything had ever brought me close to anyone. Not that I liked 'bonding with people' anyway.
Next after the nurses office was Principal franklin's office, though I like to call him Ted. It was a nice name, and reminded me of soft and cuddly teddy bears. Sure, they weren't that fitting, and I wasn't too fond of vicious animals sleeping with you at night, but it was better than calling him Principal as if it meant something.
I guess, after all these years, it kinda stuck.
"Well, Samantha, so far on your first day, you have broken three of this schools strictest rules, the safety of our school's students, the block between older and younger student and who's dominant, and your arm..." He nodded towards my bright lime green cast. I was ready to protest on many levels, but was interrupted by a dismissive wave of his hand. I just mumbled, mostly to myself.
"I was just trying to defend myself..." Ted picked this up, however, and gave me a 'Yeah right' look.
"Are you sure you were protecting you...? Or... someone else?" I stiffened. Gah, I hated it when people could see through my coverups. We both looked over to the boy on the chair in the back, he was staring at the ceiling. When he finally looked back at us and noticed we were watching him, I could almost see him jump out of his skin. He literally had to hold himself to the chair to prevent himself from jumping up and hiding behind the chair in fear. I sighed.
He sure was skimpy.
Ted let us out of school early- Both of us.
For some reason, I was mad at this boy, he couldn't stand up for himself, he couldn't talk without being paranoid that he said something wrong, and he wouldn't let himself get involved with anything until someone- Specifically me- Got hurt. I had every right to be mad. I was in pain, I was righteously pissed at this young boy. He had made me get into a fight to save him. I guess I was a little hard on him, I didn't talk to him- Though he didn't talk to me either, so it wasn't that awkward- But I deserved to be hard on him.
My arm hurt.
As we strolled down the street to a road that our houses split upon, he turned twitchingly to me and reached out his hand. He gingerly looked up at me with his chocolate eyes and whispered.
"Freddie..." I raised an eyebrow and deadpanned.
"What?" He shifted nervously and looked at me, than his feet, than back to me.
"My name, it's Freddie." I slowly nodded my head- Why would I care? I rolled my eyes.
"Eh, I'm Sam." He nodded and smiley genuinely. I noticed that even though we had made introductions, he was looking expectant.
I realized he was still holding his hand out for me to shake. I muttered an 'Oh' and shook his hand with my good hand. He held onto my hand, silently refusing to let go. I brushed it off and let him clutch it for comfort. It was fine, really. Nothing bad could come from it, right?
"T...Thanks... No one has ever stood up for me before, let alone do that." His high pitched voice squeaked, gesturing to my cast that was securely pressed to my chest.
I laughed bitterly, this day was a bad day. Freddie, full of simplicity, looked up at me and smiled.
"You remind me of a firetruck! You are respectful and loyal and kind!" I raised an eyebrow. I huffed, I could see he was getting to the fact that he considered me his bodyguard. Even though we were the same age, I was clearly superior when it came to maturity.
"Firetrucks have troubles too, they may help people with their problems, but they have to stop at red lights when enough is enough. Just like every other vehicle." Freddie's wide grin that reached ear to ear didn't falter and he buzzed, continuing his statement.
"But, Sam, firetrucks don't stop for red lights!"
We parted on semi-good terms, and turned out to be pretty good friends. But then again, that was stage one. Stage one of many, many stages of life, blood, purity, clarity, perseverance and love.
Kishigo: Again! Don't get psyched! It was a road-y type of ending. Don't expect a quick update and a new chapter- I don't even know if I should continue it. Please consider what I said earlier, please. Review! You won't get anything until I get enough reviews to think of it worthy to be added to my busy and never-ending list of things to do/finish. I have a list of elite, and other lists- Hundreds and hundreds of story ideas- Yeah, I got loads. Don't worry, if I get enough support to continue it, it will simply be put on Hiatus for the time being. If you are reading this and it is Hiatus, don't fret, I'll get to it soon (Months... Two or three of em' at the most?) Don't over expect. :) Love ya fans! Review review review! If you can favorite or sub, you can review too! I spent my entire day on this! favorites and subs will not count. Period. So I hope you understand, I want criticism. What did you like? What didn't you? Does it float you boat? What can I do to make it be that way? REVIEW!
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