Update. This is't Jade. I'm just her friend. I'd just like to inform (to anyone whom this may concern) that you shouldn't be angry with her. She was having a really tough time and I guess I'm just so ignorant and stupid that I didn't realize how much she'd changed. I don't want to make this any more painful than this has to be, so I'm just going to say it. Jadelyn is no longer with us.

I'm reposting her stories so this can be a nice way to remember her. Because writing always seemed to make her really happy (what would I know anyway)...

-Mia

Ps- I'm not sure if she had finished this.."Sam Puckett, Freddie Benson, and Carly Shay report to the principal's office".

The voice boomed over the pa system and I jumped out of my seat, wondering what it could possibly be this time. Over the past two and a half days, I've learned a lot about this alternate…place or wherever I am. The only person that is still the same is Sam… Even I'm not the same. The morning after Sam's 'funeral' if it was real, I woke up to a pretty unpleasant surprise.

I went to brush my hair out in front of my mirror when I noticed it wasn't there. Not only did I have no mirror, but everything was painted either mint green or black. Mostly black. My closet was still in the same place, so I went to go pick out some clothes. I decided I'd go neon today… maybe that would help me get out of whatever weird version of color blindness that I had suddenly acquired. I reached for my hot pink pencil skirt and when I finally grasped what felt like it, I pulled it out and it was… black. I rotated through the hangers on my closet. Maybe I could wear my pink peanut butter love penny tee… only problem was, it was now black… I went through everything in my closet. And in my dresser. Everything, and I mean everything down to my usually brightly colored underwear was black. I know it's silly, but I thought I was going to cry. I see my best friend die, she pops up again, and then one morning I wake up and it seems like I don't know who I am anymore since I can't even Identify one piece of clothing in this room. That was nothing compared to when I finally strolled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of my hair. I didn't notice at first, but when I woke up enough to realize the girl in the mirror was me, I let out a bloodcurdling scream. My hair, all of it, was dyed a dark, blood red… not to mention the eyebrow ring. And the nose piercing. And the snake bites. To make it worse when I went to splash water on my face to wake myself up and make sure this wasn't another weird dream, I realized my left arm was almost completely covered in tattoos of weird things like tarantulas, eyeballs… and there was a skeleton on the inside of my forearm. I threw on some skinny jeans and some sort of scream-o band shirt, grabbed my book bag…(of course that was black now too).. and ran out the door.

I was used to the red hair now… I actually kind of liked it… but the rest of this place was completely bizarre. First of all… everyone besides Sam was the complete opposite of their normal personalities. Especially Freddie. He was probably the most different. In this place, he was a straight C student if he ever even put it that much effort, he was the terror of Ridgeway. Almost worse than Sam. If anything, he was just as bad. He made fun of the few normal people left in school, egged Briggs' car, vandalized school property. He thought cameras were stupid and nerdy. Apparently here iCarly never existed because I never took the blame for what Sam did. Apparently this version of me actually posted the flyers of Miss Briggs' head on a rhinoceros around the school. Here, people were afraid of Freddie, Sam and I. It was the weirdest thing going from being popular and well liked to being feared and secretly despised.

I finally made my way to Ted's office where Freddie and Sam were already in their usual seats. Another thing about this place- I also had a special seat in the office. My name was on it. Same with Sam's and with Freddie's.

"What are we in here for this time, Ted?"

Sam's voice broke the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the room.

"You know perfectly well. And didn't I tell you to stop calling me Ted?"

Something was off about Principal Franklin. He wasn't using his usual 'you know I like you guys anyway' tone.

"Seriously, Ted. Why are we here?"

His expression of anger faded to one of smugness, a wide smirk splayed across his features.

"You honestly expect me to fall for this innocent act, Shay? Why don't you ask your good friend Fredward why you're here?"

I glance over at Freddie. He doesn't even look slightly concerned. He's just leaning back, relaxing in his chair. Occasionally stealing a look out the window.

"Freddie…what'd ya do?"

"Didn't do nothin."

"And that's the problem here. None of you do anything to help the school. At all."

"And?"

Sam retorts with her usual attitude. With the 'so-what-you-think-I-give-two-shits' face.

"If you don't do something to help the school or some sort of extracurricular activity, you will all have to repeat senior year. I know that none of the teachers here want to put up with you three yet another year."