iWish to Have a Better Life Without You
Disclaimer: Hm... Nope, no matter how much it'd be awesome to own iCarly I don't. All rights belong to Dan and Nickelodeon.
Turning up her PearPod, she tried her hardest to ignore the argument going on down stairs. It was hard for the fifteen year old girl study for her final exams while her parents bickered and broke random items down stairs. For the good sake of gravy she already hated school with a burning passion. It was like the teachers where bound and determined to fail her no matter how hard she tried. She thought of herself lucky to have to of the smartest kids in Ridgeway High as her best friends. Well a best friend and a co-worker,
Soon, the yelling became to powerful for her little music player to down out. How she wished they would be quite for ten minutes! Ten minutes to actually get some real studying in other than having to drown her thoughts with the over bearing music. But that would never happen. It was like it was her parents God for saken job to make it one hundred percent certain she'd never get out of that hell hole. Oops, this wasn't hell; it was supposed to be the Puckett house.
The blonde sighed an annoyed, hate filled sigh and turned the crappy, old version of all her friends PearPods off and threw it across her bed. She also threw her sophomore leveled algebra book to the floor. Listening carefully, she heard neither a scream nor whispers down the stairs. She reckoned that the two fell asleep. Smiling, she laid her curl filled head on to the soft pillow on her bed. All seemed peaceful until there was another crash down stairs echoed by more yelling.
That was the last straw. She furiously jumped out of bed and marched down the stairs stomping so loudly she was almost certain her neighbors could hear her steps. Her converse covered foot stomped extra loudly as she made it front of the pair of adults in the living room. Two sets of eyes glared at her angrily. Something told her that they probably won't be needing to call it the living room for much longer.
"Will you to please be quiet for one night?" the youngest of the three spatted at the older two bring a slight amount of venom in her voice. "I me come on! I have a major math test tomorrow and all I can hear are you two yelling for God knows what idiotic reason!" She looked over to broken China all over the place. "And just look at what mess you made in the kitchen! God, you two are worst than a damn bull in a China shop!"
"Samantha Adrian Puckett! How dare you use that tone to your parents!" the older woman yelled at her daughter. "Why don't you-"
"Woah, chill Sarah. I can use whatever tone I want with you two. And that thing," She pointed towards the man, "He's not my real parent. He's just some scum you left dad for! You know how bad it feels to not have you have your real dad around? Oh and one more thing. You don't have any right telling me what to do. It's not like you do anything for me like a mother should. I mean Carly Shay is a better mom than you and she's fifteen!"
Sarah was taken aback of what her daughter just told her. She tried her hardest to care for her but it was just so hard. For heaven's sake she was still attempting to finish college with a growing daughter she had at the age of fifteen due to fact Sam's skunk bag of a father knocking her up. And Sam thought she left him. Boy was she mistaken. But as of this moment Sarah didn't see Sam as her daughter. Just a teenager, which she despised.
"Well if you feel that way, you can just go live with the Shay's…" Sarah said in a lower voice than a whisper.
"What are you trying to say, mom."
"I'm saying go live with them. Or go find you're skunk bag of a father and live with him. Or go stay with that Benson boy. Frankly, I don't care where you go just get out of my house. By morning."
Sam was hurt. Her mother. Her own flesh and blood, was kicking her out. "Fine." Sam choked out. "I'll be gone before the nights over. Good bye… Forever. Oh and by the way. I never loved you." With that she ran up stairs, packed up her things, and left her house within the hour.
She took one more look toward her house with eyes full of tears. She slowly shook her head. "I just wish I'll have a better life without you." And with that she head down the road unsure where she was headed.
Author's Note: So Sam's mom kicked her out. Poor Sam, she never did anything wrong. Where's she's heading only I shall know. C:
Well there's the prologue to my first story ever. Now it's up for you to tell me if I should continue, delete it, or whatever. So drop a review by clicking that green button down there. You'd make me happy.