hey,
this is a couple chapter story, it came to me at 3 this morning. So on with the show!
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"Sam! Sam!" the brunette exclaimed, shaking Sam's shoulders. "SAM!"
"Mhmmmm, Mr Fatcake, I love you." Sam stirred, making kissy faces with her lips. They were in English class, otherwise known as Sam's sleeping class. She was slumped over the desk, her long blonde locks covering her face and sliding off the table while her head rested on the arms.
"Sam!" Carly tried again, but Sam would not wake from her slumber. I need something to get her attention, she thought. "Oh My Gosh! Free fried chicken!"
"FREE FRIED CHICKEN?" Sam sat straight up, eyes wide with hunger. "Where? WHERE!"
"Sam," Carly assured, holding back a chuckle as she watched her best friend search the room for fried chicken. "Sam, there is no fried chicken."
Sam stopped in her tracks and stared at Carly.
"Carly, how could you lie about something like free fried chicken," She said, her blue eyes piercing into Carly's. "I am very disappointed in you."
Sam looked away and sighed for dramatic effect. Carly just smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Sam, your wanted at the principal's office," Carly said when Sam turned to look at her again. "Freddie's there already."
Sam just shrugged her shoulders; the principal's office was in her daily routine. But wait, hold on a minute, Freddie had to go too. A churning feeling erupted in her gut, what did she have to do this time? Last time she and Freddie had to go to Principal Franklin it was because he was concerned about Sam's anger management issues and made her go to free yoga lessons. That was ok apart from the fact that she had to go with Freddork and Crazy. Crazy doing forward lunges, not a pretty sight. Sam casually made her way to the Principals office, stopping to talk to waggers and throw mashed potato in Gibby's locker. Finally she reached the waiting room outside the Principals Office and sat down, waiting to be escorted in.
"Samantha Puckett." A female voice droned. Stupid Mrs Briggs, Sam thought. Her bright red hair, bright red shoes, hey, she might as well be Ronald McDonald, she looked enough like a clown.
"Its Sam." Sam corrected avoiding Mrs Briggs glare.
"Samantha Puckett." She repeated again, evil glistening in her eyes.
"Ahh," Sam groaned. It wasn't worth arguing with Mrs Briggs, all she'd do is wind up getting another detention. Hands in pockets, Sam followed her into the Principals Office, where she was met with a horrific sight.
"Hey Teddio-o-o, wohw," Sam gaped. "Freddie? Are you ok?"
She rushed to Freddie's side. His face was black and blue and covered in scratches, his arm in a cast and was being pushed around in a wheelchair.
"Dude, holy chizz! Who did this to you?" Sam asked. Freddie raised his eyebrow, for he thought, for a split second he saw concern in her eyes. Sam noticed this awkwardness and quickly added. "I HAVE to go congratulate them."
Freddie just rolled his eyes and didn't say a word. Sam wondered why he didn't respond but just shrugged it off.
"Now Sam," Principal Franklin began. "I bet your wondering why Freddie looks like this?"
"uhh yeah"
"Well, you see, during first period today, Freddie walked to his locker and opened it, only to be attacked by a live squirrel. "
Same eyes widened and stared at Freddie. Who would do such a thing? she thought. This was bad, even she wouldn't steep that low.
"Now," Principal Franklin continued. "Do you have any idea who or what made this happen?"
Sam thought about it. "Well, it could be anybody really, like who does like Freddifer?"
Freddie still remained silent, not looking at Sam, who's gazed remained on him.
"Sam!" Principal Franklin exclaimed. "So, the school does have one idea about who was the culprit." "Really?" Sam asked. "Well, who?"
"You."
"Wait? What? ME?" Sam yelled, now standing. "You know me Te- I mean Principal Franklin! I would never! I mean yeah I hate the kid, but I would never do something like that!"
"Sam, please take a seat," Principal Franklin said calmly, gesturing for her to sit.
"Sam, I believe you, but unfortunately the schools board does not."
"But sir, you're the PRINCIPAL; you must be able to rule over them?" Sam asked anger building up in her voice, but still Freddie remained silent, staring at a blank spot on the wall.
"Believe me Sam, I've tried, but they hold the final outcome." Principal Franklin sympathized. " The evidence all points to you, after all you are one of only two people who know Fredward's locket combination, has the very "hate" you do for him and has access to live harmful creatures."
Sam sat back down in her chair, her face absolutely flabbergasted. She sighed deeply and thought about her next retort. She had none. But there was one thing she needed to know.
"You believe me, don't you Freddie?" She said calmly, her voice just above a whisper.
"Freddie?"
But Freddie still remained silent, trying his hardest not to meet Sam's eyes.
"Oh My Chizz." Sam's eyes widened. "You-you don't believe me. I can't believe it! You don't believe me"
"Well why should I?" Freddie yelled suddenly, jumping out of his chair.
"Because I'm your friend!" Sam screamed, throwing her hands I the air."Maybe even your best friend!"
"Really?" Freddie asked sarcastically. "Because whenever you talk about me it's always, the dork, mortal enemy, and co-worker? They're nothing like best friend, I passed 3rd grade Sam, although, you barely did!"
Sam took a step closer to Freddie.
"You don't think I meant that though did you?" she retorted, wondering if he really felt that way. "Yeah, I tease you, annoy you, make your life HELL but you are of my closest friends!"
"You mustn't have many friends then," A smirk crept upon Freddie's lips. "Then again, you are an evil, insensitive two-faced toad, whose only friend can't even stand her sometimes."
"You take that back Benson," Sam hissed through gritted teeth, pointing her index finger.
"Make me!" Freddie chanted, liking this power he had over her. "Face it Sam, your an unlikeable twit, whose mum can't hold down a boyfriend, let alone a job-"
"Don't you DARE talk about my mum like that!" Sam yelled, hiding the pain that was secretly ripping her heart into pieces.
"Why not? You do!" Freddie felt his anger take control as he moved within two inches of her. "Sam, you're an ugly peasant get over it!"
"Yeah, well you kissed this ugly!" Silence fell upon the room; the tension still remaining strong between the two teens. Sam's blue eyes pierced through Freddie's brown ones, which were sending daggers back. Principal Franklin sat up straight in his chair, still in awe over the last statement.
"Sam, you should leave." Principal Franklin said calmly. "Now."
"Good afternoon, sir." She addressed, her death stare not leaving Freddie. Sam turned to leave, wiping the tears that began to swell in her eyes. As she shut the door behind her, she noticed a group of students hiding behind the lockers, Carly at the front.
"I guess you just heard that, hey." Sam mumbled to Carly stating at the ground.
"Yeah."
It was that moment when the Principals door opened for a second time, Freddie wheeling out from behind it.
"Oh My Gosh!" Carly gasped as the group ran over to him. Immediately they began to stroke his hair and dote over his injuries.
"Who did this to you?" Freddie just stared at Sam, his gaze returned. Carly seemed to follow his look. A look of horror emerged onto her face.
"Sam!" She yelled. "You did this?"
"No!" She exclaimed, not wanting to get into a other fight. "I would never."
The group began to turn away from her, wheeling Freddie with them, leaving just her and Carly.
"Carly?"
Carly gave her a last stare, before she too ran off to comfort Freddie. Sam screamed a silent scream as she stood there alone in the hallway. She had no one. Not even her best friend would believe she was innocent. Her heart was shredded. Pools of blue once again formed in Sam's eyes, and began rolling down her cheeks.
"Samantha, Samantha, Samantha." A voice cooed from behind. "Poor Samantha..."
Sam spun on her heel to face where the voice had come from. That's when she saw IT. A short girl, with long flowing red faced her, surrounded by two girls, one short, fat and blonde, the other quite the opposite.
"Missy." Sam hissed, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Waddya want"
"Oh poor Samantha," she said, an evil spark I her eye. "Rejected by her friends, even Carly, precious, precious Carly."
"I thought you were on a six month cruise around the world?" Sam asked, an uninterested look on her face. " Well I guess all bad things find a way to come back to you."
"Funny, Samantha-"
"It's Sam."
"Whatever." Missy rolled her eyes and the girls behind her snickered. "All that matters is that you are now dead to Carly, and she is mine."
Sam stopped; eyes wide open and mouth gaping. She regained herself and yelled:
"You! It Was YOU!. YOU RIGGED FREDDUCCHINI'S LOCKER AND FRAMED ME! YOU MANGLED COCKAROACH!"
"Yes, it was me," Missy smirked. "I must say, I'm impressed, I thought it'd take longer for you to figure it out. But now, all that matters is that you are pathetic. No friends, no-one that respects you, not even Carly, boy I'm good."
"You-You" Sam stuttered.
"I actually feel sorry for you," Missy said, faking sympathy.
"I don't need your sympathy."
"Anyway, I got to go find Freddie," She began to walk away. "When he falls deeper into my trap, you'll be finished."
"YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON FREDDIE AND YOU'LL WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN!" Sam yelled as she walked away.
"Whatever..." Missy yelled over her shoulder, leaving Sam all alone in the hallway. Tears once again began to form in her deep pools of blue and running down her cheeks. Sam took deep breaths, it was the only way to hide the hurt that ripped at her delicate heart. She stood there for a moment, the world spinning around her as if in slow motion, as she realized that her life was ruined. She dropped her bag and bolted, as far away as she could, pushing her way through the crowds, and skidding around corners until she reached the front doors. Sam turned around to take one more look at the school before running off.
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Ok so thats chapter one, stay tuned will update soon...
Have a GREAT DAY
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