Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, I'm just a sophmore.
This is my first iCarly fanfic. I've read a lot of stories on here so I thought it's about time I submit some to see if I'm just as good as some of you. This is a short intro to see if you like the beginning. peace, love and chicken grease3
I truly understand why crush's are called crush's is what she thought as she lay in bed on this cold, drafty November night. Samantha was her name, but since she hated it she told people to call her Sam. The only people who called her Samantha were authority figures and her father. At least he did. That was before he ran out on her and her mother when she was only at the young age of six.
Lying in her bed at the age of sixteen, she thought about how horrible her life has been going. Not only did she have a nonexistent father, but she had a nonexistent mother too. Her mother was physically there, sometimes, but mentally she was gone a long time ago. It might have happened when she was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder after she gave birth to Sam or it might have happened when the supposed love of her life walked out on her. Everyday Sam's mother sleeps till noon then goes to work. After that she calls it a night and goes to her room. When that's not her routine she's gone all night drinking and spending the night with god knows who. The few nights when her mother is home Sam can swear she hears a muffled cry at night in the room next to hers. Since she rather not be home to hear her mother cry she normally sleeps over Carly's house. Not tonight though cause for once Carly is the one she's running from.
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