Hey there people! So this is a story about Sam's journal that she has had since the fourth grade. Most of the story is in Sam's POV. It isn't that great, but it isn't that bad either :P
Enjoy :D and I don't own iCarly.
I was on the couch at Carly's house. Carly was sleeping next to me, and I was wide awake at 2 in the morning. Damn this sleep insomnia! Well anyway, I didn't want to wake Carly up by turning the tv on so I took out my Journal. That's right, Sam Puckett has a journal. NOT a diary, cause that word is waaaay too girly for me. I've actually had it for years. Well, since elementary school actually. I didn't write every day in it, I only wrote when I felt I had something to write about, which basically occurred every couple of months. I haven't looked through any of my entries for a while now, so I decided to read them.
(First Entry)
Dear Diary,
Ew, I hate that word. Let me start over.
Dear Journal,
That's better. Today is September 5th 2003. It was my first day in the fourth grade at a brand new school. It was also the first day that I can be considered an only child. FINALLY! I met some people today, but only one person really stood out, but in a totally geeky type of way. His name is Freddie. Even his name is nubish! I made fun of him 5 times today! The first two times he cried and told on me, but the last 3 times he kind of just shrugged it off and chuckled. I guess he could be ok, for a nerd. Ok, I know what you are thinking. Making fun of basically the only friend I have right now. Well I wasn't always aggressive or mean. It kind of happened on my birthday a few months ago. That was the day my dad died. He got hit by a car on the way to my birthday party. That's why I moved. My mom has been taking it pretty harshly, which means that she takes her anger out on me. And since I am related to her, I guess I take my anger out on other people. It isn't intentional, it's just who I am! Well, I'm gunna go gets me some BACON!
-Sam Puckett