disclaimer: icarly doesnt belong to me...YET.


I hate going home. Is it even a home? Not really. It's a house. A crappy looking house, if I may say so myself. As I stand in front of it now, I notice the paint chipping off the walls, the shutters barely holding onto the hinges, and the empty concrete porch.

I sigh, praying that my Mom is not in the house, and hop up the cracked porch stairs. I can see through the window that my Mom is currently on a date and sitting on the couch with a different guy than last week. In this house, there was one rule, and one rule only: never interrupt Mom's dates. So I had to run around the back of the house, climb up the crumbling, rusty fire escape, and leap into the 2nd floor room that is "mine." I never really stay there, so is it mine? It's more like a poser room. Just a place to keep my stuff, and never really live.

I grab a suitcase out of the closet and open the dusty drawers. I quickly just shove all the clothes I own into the suitcase, a brush, the very few toiletries I use. And I go over to my prayer table and scoop up my rosary. Me, praying? I know, its unbelievable, but I'm actually very religious. Not any particular religion, I just pray to God when I feel the need. I wrap the rosary in a cloth bag and toss it in the suitcase. I begin to zip up the suitcase when something catches my eye. Sitting there on the drawers is my favorite picture, a one of me and Freddie. Carly snapped it in one of those few moments when we weren't glaring at each other. I pick it up and place it gingerly on the top of my clothes in the suitcase.

Then, there's a loud crash from downstairs. It's either a date gone bad or a date gone good, by Moms terms. I'd rather not stick around to find out which. So I zip up my bag and drop it into a big bush under the window. I put my foot onto the fire escape and a pang of guilt hits me. I can't just leave for the entire summer and not tell my Mom. Well, I did tell her, but I doubt she remembers. She never does. But I can't interrupt the date. And I definately do not want to wait around. So, I grab a pen and paper off the desk to jot down a quick note to leave on Mom's room door:

Mom,

I didn't want to interrupt your date, but I'm leaving for the summer to go on an iCarly road trip with Carly, Spencer and Freddie. I'll have my phone with me, if you need me.

Have a nice summer,

Sam

The word "love" was almost written as a closing statement, but it was unbelievably difficult to write that down and mean it. And it was even more impossible to say it.

I finally leave that lonely room and climb back down the fire escape. I yank the suitcase out of the bush and run to the front of the house to place the note into the mail box. I do so, then stair up at the sad, depressing house. Gone. I'm leaving this house for an entire three months. It was as if a huge weight was lifted off my aching shoulders. Another loud crash echoed from inside the house, which pulled me out of my trance. I ran as quickly as I could away from the house, and towards my home with hopes of having the best summer ever.


2nd chapter done! its pretty sad...but whatever! i decided id put it up because the 1st chappie is so short. PLEASE R&R!