IcarlyI-iceskate
Authors note: I just thought I would write a little story about Sam ice-skating. I am quite new to fanfic, so I am really sorry if its not that good. I would really appreciate if you could review, it would make my day J
WARNING: this is a SEDDIE story !
Sam's POV
" And that's it for icarly!" Carly yelled into the camera " Join us next time when we will be showing you a brand new video of Wake Up Spencer!" I squeal. "Adios" "Au revoir!".
"And we're clear" Freddie says, I slump back into the purple bean bag breath out a big sigh of relief.
"Ill go and get us some celebration smoothies!" Carly says, that's when I jump up "Not for me" I mutter walking towards. "Oh My God! Sam Puckett is turning down FREE smoothies! Am I dreaming?" Freddie remarks dramatically. "ha ha, very funny" I respond sarcastically, man that that nub can be such a …. nub!
"Where are you going?" Carly asks, grrr the one question I wanted to avoid "err… I have to…go to the store to err… buy my mom some cream, yeh trust me you do not want to be giving her foot rub any tome soon" I lie. "TMI!" Carly yells covering her ears.
"Yeh… laters" I say bolting out the doors.
I run out of Bushwell plaza and leg it down the street, I look down at my watch 5:05pm. Great I'm late! Wanna know what I'm late for? Well your never gonna believe me but ill tell you anyway, I'm late for ice-skating practice. Yeh that's right, I, Sam Puckett, dances around on ice like a ballerina, voluntarily!
I know what most of you are thinking, why would she do that? She is supposed to be the tough girl. Well, the truth is, that when I'm on the ice I feel free, like I am no longer Sam bit Samantha a real girl not a girl that spends her time beating up nerds but a that wants to be good at something for once in her life.
I would never tell Carly and Freddie this though because firstly, there is no way they would ever let me live it down, especially Freddie. And secondly, imagine what this would do to my reputation, I don't want to me know as a prissy daffodil!
I finally arrive at the ice-skating rink, over 15 minutes late and out of breath, I make my way down to the rink where I am unpleasantly greeted by my instructor . "Samantha Puckett!" she yells, running over to me "Your late for the second time this week! You need to take this more seriously, your competition is next week! If you don't start taking this more maturely I may just have to pick someone else to represent us!" she shouts. "No! I will get here on time tomorrow, I promise." I plead "Its just I had to do a web show so I was delayed a bit"
"Samantha, this isn't some childish webshow, this is serious, we all depend on you to win this competition, all our faith is in you, so you cant keep on missing training to hang out with your bezzies because you will be letting us all down… now go and change and get on that ice!" she says giving me stern look.
I just sigh and walk away.