Why Is It So Complicated?

Chapter 1

Sam's POV:

Why does he never notice when I walk by?

Why does he only care when Carly is standing beside me?

What if I straightened my hair?

What if I put on perfume?

What if I put on a pretty prom dress and heels?

Why does he only talk to me if I yell at him?

Why does he only answer me if I make him?

Why does he not see that I love him?

That every time he looks at me I smile, every time he says my name I lose the power to breath and when ever he talks to me I lose the power to speak words. Why can't I show my emotions like most people do?

Why is it so complicated?

**********************2:50pm English************************************************

I was sitting and counting down the minutes until I could be free of this torturous place until Monday.

I was going over the iCarly segments we're doing tonight when said something horrible

"For this weekends homework," Groans arose from everyone's mouths including mine "You will write a one paragraphed about someone or something you truly love, this will count for 80% of your final grade." Oh chizz. I currently have a D- in English and if I don't want to go to summer school I need at least a B+. ! I grabbed my stuff and started to leave when the teacher stopped me. "Sam... You need to get at least an A- if you want to pass." she said.

"What?" I screamed.

"You heard me." she said.

"But I thought I needed at least a B+!" I said my mouth hitting the floor.

She was packing up getting ready to go for the weekend, "Well you better get started tonight." she walked to the door and switched off the lights. "Good-bye Samantha." She left me sitting standing there.

"Its Sam..." I said loud enough for me too hear.

*********************3:13pm After School*********************************************

I walked to my locker where Freddie and Carly were standing. Then Carly looked at me all surprised and then grabbed Freddie and kissed him. I froze. How could she? Right in front of me? I walked away. wants a story... I'll give her a story...