Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, sadly.

"Noooo!" I yelled falling to the ground melodramatically.

"Eck!" I screeched another sound and then rolled around on the ground until I finally became very still in an awkward, unnatural looking position.

"Mwuhaha!" Carly, my ever faithful best friend devilishly laughed throwing her head back.

She kept her laughing her "evil laugh" and then screamed when I jumped back up with a pail of water. I threw it on her, completely soaking her.

"No!" she screamed, sinking down to the ground.

Then she jumped back up and we both faced Freddie, my ever faithful talking punching bag, who held the camera.

"And that would what it would be like if I poisoned Sam, and she came back from the dead and threw a bucket of water on me, which immediately killed me because I was a witch," Carly explained to our ever faithful viewers.

"Yay, us!" I said pushing the applause button on my famous blue remote control.

"So it's finally time for our lovely webcast to end….for good," Carly said in a sad voice.

She bowed her head letting her dark black hair cover her face. I pushed another button on the blue remote that triggered gasps.

"JUST KIDDING!" we both yelled laughing.

"I bet we gotchya there!" I said laughing and raising my eye brows at the camera.

Freddie laughed and looked at me I rolled my eyes and he stopped laughing and looked away. But, for some reason I felt his chocolate brown eyes burning a hole in me, even when I turned away.

"Don't worry iCarly, fans! We'll always be here!"' Carly said.

"Yeah, even when we're all saggy, wrinkly, spotted, and just plain old smelly and mean!" I said with laughter in my voice.

"So, see ya back next week, my lovely viewers!" Carly smiled.

"Yeah, otiose amigos!" I said in a funny Mexican accent.

Freddie expertly pushed a couple buttons on his laptop.

"And, we're clear," he said checking the website.

Carly and I high fived, and then Carly and Freddie high fived, and poor naïve Freddie turned to me for a high five, so I did the next best thing, I gave him a wedgie.

"Ah! Sam!" he cried out in pain. "Why?"

"Because, dork, you deserved it!" I shot back.

"For the last time, I'm not a dork, and plus I didn't do anything to you, I just turned to you for a freaking high five!" he said after gaining his composure.

"For the last time, dork, you are a dork, and breathing would be a valid reason to give you a wedgie!" I snapped.

If you were to really ask me why I picked on Freddie non-stop, then I don't think I'd be able to tell you. Okay, I would be able to tell you, but I wouldn't. I got jealous, very jealous.

I know it might be hard to believe, but the Dork and me used to be best friends. I mean inseparable. We used to be connected at the hip. I would do everything with him, and we would spend every available moment together. My mom and his mom used to be very close, before my dad died, so we've known each other since birth. The best of best friends, that's what we were, well, until Carly came.

I love Carly, she's my very best friend, and I could never regret her coming here, but sometimes I do wonder what would have happened if she didn't.

You see, I was the most popular and prettiest girl at our elementary school. I had many "boyfriends" (back in elementary school a "boyfriend" was just a boy who would tell you, you were pretty and who would do anything for you), many friends, and Freddie was always my partner in crime.

Carly was the new girl in 3rd grade, and everyone fell to her like sick, stupid puppy dogs. All the girls wanted to be here friend, all my boyfriends wanted to be her boyfriend. Yes, they all fell hard, but sadly Freddie fell the hardest. I remember that day, still…

I yawned as I walked into the school with Freddie, whose mom just dropped us off. We walked into school side by side as I listened to Freddie go on about his new favorite video game. He was talking animatedly and I laughed with him as he got to funny parts about his adventure with his crazy but lovable mom, and I gave him a hug when he told me sadly that she took the awesome new game from him.

He grabbed my hand and we kept walking on (it wasn't unusual to hold your best friend's hand back then).

We heard chatter among all the students about this really pretty and mysterious new girl. Freddie rolled his eyes and told me it was probably just something dumb someone made up.

Sadly, that wasn't the case.

Freddie and I were still walking hand in hand when I heard a high, sweet voice from beside me.

"Um, excuse me, are you Samantha Puckett?"

Freddie and I turned to the voice and both of our eyes widened at the new girl. She had a very small and petite build with creamy white skin and gorgeous, contracting, black hair. Her eyes were almond shaped glowing brown orbs and her lips were full and the color of a rose.

She disgustingly reminded me of Snow freaking White.

Freddie dropped my hand like a sack of hot potatoes and stood there like all the rest drooling at the new girl. I rolled my eyes at him and addressed her.

"Yes, I am Samantha, you are?" I asked.

She smiled a dazzling smile at me, and another shot of jealousy pierced my heart.

"I'm Carly, I'm new here, and the guidance counselor asked me to ask you if you'd show me around. She even put us in the same class! She said you were really nice, and you'd welcome anyone here," Carly said with utter joy in her voice.

Anyone, but you, I wanted to say, but I couldn't spit it out. She was too nice to hate her, so I sighed.

"Sure," I said.

And that was the end of Samantha Puckett. I became best friends with the new girl, Carly, Freddie became infatuated with Carly, and decided I wasn't worth his time any more, and then my dad died. I formed a shell, an unbreakable shell, that could only be cracked by the person who caused me to form the shell in the first place, Carly. I became Sam and nothing was ever the same.

So I decided that the only way to keep Freddie's attention was to insult him non-stop. It seemed to work. Also, as I grew older, I noticed I was just as pretty or maybe even prettier than Carly. The only reason Carly is still is considered one of the prettiest at the school is because of her attitude and compassion.

I have the first one, but not exactly the calm and forgiving attitude as Carly. I became the mean girl. The bully. The rebel. But I was still as pretty as I used to be, but Samantha was buried deep, deep inside the tough, Sam, and I don't think Sam will let Samantha out anytime soon.

Even though, I hated Carly at first, and if I could go back in time now, I would still sigh and say sure to the new girl, because I don't think I could even dream with a life without Carly now.

"Sam…SAM!" Freddie yelled at me, shaking me out of my thoughts.

Yay!

This is the first chapter, to my first story!

It starts out slow, but it gets better I promise.

Please, review. Tell me if you hate it, love it, or if there's something that I could do better.

Love,

Lucy ;]