Hey, it's Cierra. Some of you (okay, probably none of you) know me from the Scooby Doo place, with my Fraphne stories (but you have to admit they are adorable). Well, I've been wanting to write a iCarly fan fiction for a while, but every one I started practically burst into flames, they were so bad. This is one that I think I'm going to be able to write.

So, what would happen if Carly did move to Yakima with her Granddad? Hmmm… And I know someone has already written a story like this, and I know you are thinking Sam and Freddie will start making out the second she's gone. Well, no. I hate cheesy, unrealistic stories. This is also going to focus on Carly and life in Yakima, which doesn't go as planned. Hope y'all like! Tell me what you think - hate it, love it, are nuteral about it? I am dying to know! Only honest feedback, please!

PS: If y'all (hehe, love the word y'all) like this, check out some of my other stories. Again, I expect reviews. :D

Carly's Point of View:

It was happening. No backing out now - not that I could if I wanted to, which I so insanely do. I glance at Sam and Freddie over my shoulder as me and Granddad walked across the parking lot. Freddie suddenly bolts towards the doors, no doubt to come outside and cling to Granddad's leg again. Sam grabs his arm and says something angrily. Then she turns and runs, leaving Freddie, looking back and forth from me to the direction which Sam had stormed off in.

For my sake, I hoped they stayed friends. It would kill me if their friendship (despite what anyone said, I knew they were friends) died just because I left.

Granddad's car smells like old person car, and the drive is silent. I don't say anything. Even though I know it is childish, I still cling to the belief that if I was really mean and disagreeable, Granddad would send me back.

When we get onto the highway, it starts pouring rain (ironically enough). Good. I don't ever want to see the sun again.

Granddad grunts. "It's so hard to see through the rain," he says, trying to start a conversation. I say nothing. He is ruining my life. I mean, I know I'll make new friends. But there won't be someone like Sam or someone like Freddie. And iCarly was going out the window. They'd probably do one last episode, to end it, but that's it. And I wouldn't be there, anyway.

The car suddenly whips to the right, and Granddad yells, "Whoa!" Even though I'm nervous now, I stay silent. I will not talk for as long as I'm here - at least, not to Granddad.

I glance out the window, and suddenly everything is in slow-motion. A blue minivan is swerving uncontrollably towards us. I scream in terror.

My last thoughts before the car crashes into us and I loose all consciousness: I hate Yakima.