Finally decided to update this story. Since this is a short story, it will only have 5 chapters. This is the 2nd, so look forward to the next 3! A rough draft so please excuse my sloppy writing…:/ But anyways…Read and Review! I LOVE REVIEWS! Enjoy!
"Holy crapping chizz!" Please excuse my language. Carly and Freddie immediately stopped kissing and jumped off the couch like they stepped on pins. "Sam!" they both exclaimed simultaneously.
"Sorry, " I scoffed, not really meaning it ", I thought we were rehearsing for iCarly not for a make out scene!"
"What's the big deal Sam? You don't even like Freddie!"
"Like me? She hates me!"
"I never said I hated you" in a small voice. "What?" Freddie asked. "How did this even happen?" I asked, not that I care. "Well Freddie and I were thinking of ideas for the web show…"
"What? I told you Freddie has noooo imagination, you can't do ideas without me!"
"We weren't. He was just taking our ideas and trying to see how he could produce them"
"Oh"
"Anyways…" Freddie rolled his eyes; does he hate me that much? Here I am, having this crazy obsession and butterfly feeling for his good looks and friendly—or so I thought—personality and he's acting like I'm lower than a pile of cow chizz.
"Well we got distracted and started talking about this movie where these two people fall in love…" I grimaced from disgust. A chick flick, one of Carly's favorite probably. "And we started talking about all the things we has in common…"
"And we ended up kissing! You got a problem with that?" Freddie asked me. Tears swelled in my eyes, never in my life has Freddie treated me this bad. I can't be the perfect daughter for my mom, my career has no future due to my grades, I'm a lousy best friend, and now the only thing that I thought was worthwhile is just like everything else in my life. Gone. Maybe I should be gone too…
"Yeah…Yeah I do" I left. "Sam you can't leave!" Carly shouted. "We have to rehearse!" Freddie shouted. Whatever, Freddie doesn't care about me. He never has. He just cares about the web show, iCarly, Carly's web show. If I wasn't her famous co-host he would never associate with low-life people like me. I started to run down the stairs, I was so out of breath from 3 flights. I got 5 more flights to run down… I need to take a breather.
"Sam!" I hear Freddie's voice from a distance; probably running after me because Carly told him to. I started running again, running away from him.
"Sam I hear you running!" his footsteps got louder and he grabbed my shoulders, causing me to tumble down the stairs and my head hit the bottom of the fourth flight of stairs. I felt my forehead where I bumped it, I looked at my fingers. Blood. Uh…crap. Freddie came over to me and kneeled beside me. Like he thinks he's going to rescue me…after talking to me like that in there…I don't think so.
"What do you want Freddie? You treat me like stinking trash in there and push me down stairs and now you think you can say something and make it better?"
"Sam…I—"
"Shut up Freddie! I have the worst life ever and you're not making it better"
"Sam you have a great life"
"Oh yeah…my mom doesn't notice I'm alive, she compares my goody-goody sister to my life, I fail in everything, and the one friend I have—I'm not even a good friend to her… what do I have Freddie? Nothing"
"You have iCarly"
"Freddie I don't care about being internet fame. I just want a regular life. I want a life I won't regret. I want normal parents, normal grades, a normal sister, and to be a normal friend"
"Define normal Sam"
"I don't know…all I know is I just hate the way you talked to me…and now you come out here and think I'm going to go back?"
"Sam you're mean to me all the time"
"Yeah but I'm just joking. It's not real. This is. You hate me" I walk off with a bloody forehead, a broken heart, and a regretful life. "Sam! Sam I'm sorry!"
Yeah right. Sorry. You think I'm going to buy that crap?
"I'm sorry you didn't get higher than C-…" mom told me when I was in middle school.
"I'm sorry you couldn't come to my birthday…" Carly said when she turned 13.
"I'm sorry you couldn't come to private school…" Melanie snobbishly said to me as she left.
"I'm sorry you have to go to summer school. Again" Principal Franklin said last year.
"I'm sorry you're not like all the other girls. I just can't date a guy" Jared (some guy I went out with last week) told me.
"Sam! Sam I'm sorry!" Freddie just said 8 seconds ago. More like 'I'm sorry I don't love you. I love Carly more because she's prettier, sweeter, and smarter…and you're just a monster'
Why can't I be normal? I just want to be like all the other girls, like I told Freddie. I want a real house, not a piece of crap. I want married parents who have steady jobs with income and who loves me more than anything. I want to be equal to my sister. I want to feel like when Carly has a problem, I have all the advice and I want Freddie to love me like he loves Carly, I want an amazing boyfriend…someone like Freddie. But I can't have all that stuff; it's just a bunch of regrets. Man…I hate regretting. Just like I hate my life.
