Hey, guys! Here's the next chapter of iGet Sam Back! I know it's kind of short but the chapters are just turning out that way. So I hope y'all like it. :D
Honestly, I don't know own iCarly. I mean seriously! You thought I did? Wow, I must be a better writer then I thought... Lol.
Chapter 2
A dark figure made its way through the halls of Ridgeway High School in the wee hours of the morning. The sun had yet to rise and most of the city was still fast asleep.
The person dressed in black seemed to be looking for something, finally the target was spotted; it was a locker. The figure reached in the black back-pack it carry on its left shoulder. At last the person found what they were looking for, a small piece of paper with a series of numbers written on it. The black figure meticulously, ran the numbers into the lock; which, after a few seconds popped open. "Ah, yes!" The person in black rejoiced in a hushed tone.
Now that was popped and door was wide open the person began rummaging through the back-pack once again. Then carefully placed the items in side then closed the locker quietly and exited the school without making a sound.
Sam entered the school groggy like usual. She had a large fat cake latte in hand heading towards her locker.
Her look has changed in the last year and a half. Her hair was as long and curly as ever though now she wore it in a loose side braid with her blond curls escaping the end, also she actually wore make-up willingly. She actually looked approachable for once; though, this is Sam we're talking about. Her clothes and hair may change but her mouth never will or temperament.
"Hey, Sam." Her best friend greeted her as she rounded the corner their neighboring lockers. Sam merely grunted her response. As if on auto-pilot she ran her combination, opening her locker without thinking.
Sam didn't see the contents behind the bright blue metal door waiting her at first, the reason being she was taking another swig of her latte. But as she lowered the cup from her lips, she almost dropped the hot beverage when her eyes landed on the items waiting for her. "What the…?"
She set her coffee inside the now open locker, picking up a beautiful pink tulip. As she examined the flower she noticed a rolled up note attached to it by a dark purple ribbon.
Sam could hear Carly ask what it was but she just ignored the inquiry and continued her examinations of what seemed to be a letter to her from God knows who.
The note seemed to be hand written, Sam examined it closely. The beautiful calligraphy the perfectly executed even she had to admit it was impressive, a work of art. You could see the time and effort put into each letter. The letters flowed into words; which, flowed into a simple sentence that read…
Dear Sam,
This is for you. I hope it puts the shine back in those beautiful blue eyes of yours.
Love,
You're secret admirer.
The blonde cynic couldn't hide her shock or anger. She stood there in shock trying to decide what torture device to use on the dude who thinks this is funny.
Carly snatched the paper from Sam's hand and read over it. "Aw! Sam this is so sweet." She squealed in delight.
Sam's expressions changed from one of shock to disgust. "What do you mean sweet? There's no way it's real. It must be some jerks idea of a joke?" She barked ripping the note from her best friend's hand, almost tearing it in the process.
Freddie had been at his locker pretending to be rummaging for books or whatever else he'd need from it, but in actuality he was listening to his two best friends only feet away. Well, more specifically to the blonde headed demon he loved with every fiber of his being and every ounce of his spirit. Oh man, he was sounding more and more like a cheesy chick-flick.
He felt like he'd been stabbed when she assumed it was a joke. Freddie knew he hurt her but now he realized he had possibly destroyed her self-esteem. How could he have let this happen if only he'd… No, he couldn't play that game now. He quickly shoved his book and everything he needed into his back-pack then made his way to the two girls who were still talking about the mysterious, flower and note.
"Hey, guys! What's going on?" He said causally, like he knew nothing.
Carly grew a cheeky smile and practically sang, "Sam has a secret admirer!"
"No, I don't. It's just some nub trying to screw with me as some kind of sick joke. There is no way it real. And when I figure out who this chiz-bag is I'm gonna make him wish he were dead." Sam almost sounded like her old self for a moment there.
This made Freddie smile saying, "But how do you know it's not real? Or even a guy…?" He uses a tone with a hint of mystery in it like he used to back when she was still speaking to him. He used to do it just to tick Sam off, now he was just hoping that it would able him to hear her voice just one more time today.
"Whatever." She huffed in frustration, shoving the note and flower into her back-pack, pulling out her spare bag of bacon, then grabbed her latte before slamming her locker shut, making all the others shake. Without another word she stormed off in search of this fudge-bag who thinks he can mess with the Sam Puckett.
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