September 2010
"Freddie Benson, I know you're out there somewhere!" I mumbled to myself as I searched through my book bag to find a pen and paper. "Oh, screw this, this is the 21st century!"
I flopped down on my bed and grabbed my laptop and pulled up Microsoft Word.
Dear Freddie Benson,
You are a slimeball, you know that? You can't just up and leave Seattle without rhyme or reason! Everyone wants to believe you're dead, don't you know? Your mom's been searching for you for a week now, and she's a wreck. She thinks I killed you, actually. Lies. I have no idea where you are and I wouldn't care except Carly and your mom are both wrecks.
Carly hasn't gone to school for two days, since you disappeared. She won't shower, she won't eat, she won't sleep, she won't play games or text, she won't even talk to me or Spencer or anybody. And it's all your fault, Fredwardo. And you say I'm selfish. Well, what you say is what you are.
Your mom's gone nuts. She won't clean your house, her favorite pastime. And that scares me deeply. She's been searching through every single person that you, her, I, Carly, Spencer, Gibby, or our teachers come in contact with's criminal records. Obviously, I have a slight issue, but she's finally come to a close. She's thinks you're dead, Freddie. She thinks you're not coming back.
So don't say I'm being selfish about wanting you home. I just want things to be the way they were before. And if you're not dead, I will kill you, Freddie. For what you've done to everyone.
Signed,
Sam Puckett
PS- I hope you burn in… never mind.
I finished my letter, printed it, put it in an envelope, stamped it, and put the return address. Only then did I realize my one major flaw in my plan.
I didn't have Freddie's address. I don't even know if he's still in the US!
So I ran downstairs, got an empty shoe box, and laid his letter in it.
Because I would find Fredward Benson. I swear to ham.
Author's Note: This is going to be my first multichapter. I'm very nervous. However, I'm going to upload it all in one night, so I'm not putting ya'll through agony.
If I didn't say this before, this is set in Sam's POV, in the present year.
Freddie's gone missing, and Sam doesn't want to believe he's dead. It should be, let's see, five chapters long or so? I don't know.
Well wishes to Haiti. You're in my prayers.
Reviews are love,
jesswrites