Here's chapter two. There are more that'll come out today. Sorry if it was rushed near the end. I typed it up last night and I wanted to get it over with.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly….oh but I wish
-----ICARLY OPENING CREDITS-----
Carly, Sam, and Freddie returned to Carly's apartment. Sam heading towards the fridge, and Carly turning to Freddie.
"So, where is this place at?" Carly asked.
"Checking now," Freddie replied, walking past her and to the computer. Sam walked to the counter, peeling a black banana, causing Freddie to glare at her. He wasn't sure if he was disgusted or just because it Sam that he loathed.
"You gonna say anything Benson?" Sam challenged. She noticed more and more that Freddie really never fought back if Sam would make fun of him. Some part of her liked it, yet arguing with him was her only interaction which-she would never admit-missed.
"Here it is," Freddie said, a window popping up on the computer.
"Good, right in the city," Carly said, smiling.
"No, no way am I walking that far," Sam argued. Freddie rolled his eyes. Sam crushed her rotten banana, squirting some on Freddie.
"Don't worry. Spencer can give us a lift," Carly reassured, "Hey Spencer!"
Carly left, leaving Sam and Freddie alone. Freddie was looking on the Seattle Orphanage website as Sam went over to get her coat.
"Huh, this place seems okay," Freddie commented, looking at various website pictures.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, walking over to him.
"Well, look. The rooms are nice and bright. A nice playground. A healthy cafeteria. I don't see what could be wrong there."
"Yeah. Too bad the place is going to get worse."
"Why?"
"Cuz you'll be there nub," Sam said, flicking his forehead.
The Seattle Orphanage was near the busiest intersection in the city. Spencer only had time to drop them-or throw them-off at the curb. Carly, Sam, and Freddie stared at the tall building, noticing that there was an abundant amount of bricks missing. The windows were outdated and several were broken.
"Is this the right place?" Sam asked, looking hideously at the building.
"Of course it is," Freddie replied. Though, Freddie was quite surprised at the building. It looked nowhere near as good as the one in the picture.
"Then why are there hobos?" Carly asked cautiously, slowly pointing to a pack of hobos surrounded by a fire, tattered clothing and thick facial expressions.
"Come on." Freddie tugged the was girls into the building. He wished for some hope that inside would at least be better than how it was outside.
He was wrong.
The place was absolutely disgusting. The black and white tile floors was out of place with pale green plastered walls, peeling slightly. There was counter with a middle aged woman with her hair tied in an old fashion bun. She wore a long plaid gown that was patched in several places.
"Um, excuse me," Carly started. The woman looked up, her eyes bulging from her large glasses.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked, her voice cranky and hoarse. Sam and Freddie exchanged glances.
"Er...can we see the owner of the orphanage, please," Carly asked, looking down the long hallway beside the counter.
The woman removed her glasses, setting her pen down, and stared at the three, her expression a mixture or boredom, doubt, and confusion.
"What?" Sam asked, annoyed by the dull stare.
"What sort of purpose do teenagers want from this place?" the woman asked, resting her chin on her hand, supported by her elbow on the table.
"Well, there was this girl-"
"Who?"
"Um..." Carly turned to Freddie for support. He obliged.
"Um, there was a girl you stopped by Skybucks a little bit ago."
"No one is allowed to leave here without a pass. If under the age of twelve must have an adult with them."
The three teens exchanged glances. The woman rapidly darted her eyes to each one of them. Her brows burrowed angrily and she stood up abruptly.
"Enough!" The teens stepped back, Sam's shoulder brushing Freddie's. She noticed by didn't move.
The woman reached for the phone, hitting a dial and waited. Her eyes blazed in red.
"Fetch Martha, please," the woman spoke through the phone. He lips curled into a smirk, staring at Carly in particular.
"A blonde, a boy, and a sass." she said through the phone. Carly's mouth dropped, Sam trying to hide her smile.
The woman set down the phone, and looked up the three.
"She's ready to see you now."
