A:N: Guys, I am so sorry I haven't been able to update... I've just been busy with school and such. I'm really excited to get back to my stories, and I hope you guys will enjoy them! This is the second chapter of iWant to Hear From Your Heart! Leave a review, and tell me what you think!!!
-Sammy Wammy (lol my new nickname!)
It smelled bad. It smelled like a hospital... I sat in a seat beside my sister, and just sniffed the smell I hated. I guess the man talking on the phone, delivering the terrible news about my father over exaggerated a bit...My father wasn't dead, but the nurse didn't seem to think the situation was too, promising. Melanie and I had been sitting for hours. Well, it seemed like hours. The Doctors didn't seem to like the idea of Melanie, and I in the hospital room with my dying father.
"They're grimy little kids. I want him to have as much time as he can, and it would be a risk to let the children in." I had overheard an elderly Dr. say earlier, I didn't care. I didn't want to see my father any way. Only, because Ma had come down earlier to see us, and she was crying. She said,
"I don't want you to have to see your father the way he is." Then she left, I still don't care. The thought of a mangled body wasn't looking too, bright. I was mostly angry, though. I had been so excited about going to Carnegie hall, that it upset me to think it was over. The anticipation, and sleepless nights paid for the occasion trembled down without the climax as a result. In other words, I waited and practiced for nothing but nothing. Melanie was taking it worse than I was, though. She just sat there silently whimpering. Not, because we couldn't go to Carnegie Hall, but because Dad was dying. I was more in shock, as opposed to sadness, though. I shifted in my seat, and folded my arms with a scowl on my face.
"Your so selfish..." Melanie mumbled
"What?" I asked, shocked.
"All you care about is that you won't get your precious concert at Carnegie." She paused ''Jerk..." I was to surprised to react. Melanie just got up, and sat as far from me as she could. Great. Now my sister is mad at me, and slightly mislead, if you ask me. I'm not selfish... Am I? Do I really care that Dad is dying? Or am I kidding myself?... all I could feel, though was hot tears trickling down my face. Do these tears have any meaning, or are they fake?
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2 months later
I sat in this car as we clugged along the roads. We were heading off. Mom had to sell our multi-million dollar condo to some crack head, and now we are transferring to Seattle. I don't want to go there. Mostly, because I'll be alone. Mom shipped Melanie off to some boarding school, and would take me to a public one. Our piano was gone. Mom bought some cheapo electric one, but it wasn't the same. Mom seemed to want any memory of Dad to be completely erased. I didn't like that.
"We're almost here, Samantha." Mom called back
"Whatever."
Ma was right we were almost here. I could see the space needle, and all of the other humungous buildings.
"You father grew up here, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah... I know."
"Oh, look! There's you Jr. High!" My mom exclaimed.
"Oh joy..." I said with sarcasm, I had to admit, this place was kind of cool. Ye Old Curiosity Shop, The 5th Avenue, art galleries, a bakery, a Gucci store! The Monorail! Nordstrom, and Macy's This was gonna be great! I suddenly had a different change of heart, and felt a little more excited about this.
"Here it is, our apartment."
Mom got rid of so much of our stuff, that it didn't take much to get everything in the apartment. Mom leaned over the stove, cooking dinner, and I sat in front of the electric piano.
"So, are you gonna play?" My mom asked,
"No." I said crossly, pushing the piano away. "I'm going for a walk."
Um, ok... Don't be too, long, though. Seattle can be a scary place."
"I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm sure I can handle it." I slipped into my jacket, and was out the door before my mom could make any more further protests.
I'd never really been walking alone in a place like this. It was new to me, but I liked the freedom. All I could see was zooming cars, and rushing people. A couple of muggers held some adolescence to the wall begging for money, but the kid didn't seem too, worried. I passed an American Guitars store, but quickly turned away, shunning music out of my thoughts. A few pedestrians walked passed, but they were so consumed with their cell phones that they didn't seem to notice me. Wow, this was nice. No one here seemed to recognize me as "Samantha Puckett the Piano Prodigy." Here I was just Sam. Just Sam. I came across a rather interesting venue. It was colorful with many different shapes, and above I could see a sign that read "Groovy Smoothie." I was up for a smoothie.
I entered the shop, and could see groups of people scattered through out the scene. The only person that seemed to stand out, though was a brunette, who was yelling on the phone.
"I KNOW, SPENCER!!!" the girl paused "WELL, IF YOU ALLERGIC TO THE FIRED CHICKEN, DON'T EAT IT!!!" A few annoyed people turned towards her, and snickered, but she didn't seem to notice. "I'M HANING UP!!!" She slammed the phone down to the table. I was in shock, when suddenly I was pushed to the floor. I looked up to see a boy who was about 16 years old leaning over me.
"Are you okay?" he asked holding a hand out.
"Uh, yeah..." I didn't take his hand. I just got up.
"Well, sorry." The boy was super cute, I had to admit. He was a brunette, and wore a polo shirt, and jeans. He headed over to the girl whom had been yelling on the phone earlier. They began to converse, but I couldn't hear what they said. I guess I should get a smoothie. I had thought to myself. I made my way to the front desk were a guy with dreads stood.
"Would you like a smoothie Ms.?" He asked
"Uhhh..." I quickly looked over the menu, when Strawberry Splash caught my attention. "I'll have a Strawberry Splash."
"Okay, then." I stood back, and let the next person in line, who happened to be the cute boy. He looked over at me, and smiled, but I ignored.
"Eh, T-bo!" The boy called, "Can I have Strawberry Splash, and a Blueberry Blitz for my friend Carlaaay?"
"No." T-bo said, he paused for a moment "I'm just kidding!" He turned around to make our smoothies. T-bo turned and handed the boy his smoothies, then mine. The boy looked as if he might start a conversation with T-bo, so I walked past the boy, or at least I tried. SMACK. My smoothie slipped from my hands as I bumped into him, and I was covered in smoothie, lying on the floor. People didn't just stare. They laughed, except for the girl who yelled on the phone.
"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I glared at him, as he held his hand out, but this time I took it. He helped me up, and people started to turn away.
"Eh? Are you okay?"
"I'd rather drink my smoothie, as opposed to wearing it, but I'm fine." I said
"Good." He paused, and looked around "Here, let me buy you another smoothie."
"Sure, It's you money." I said
"Um, just a second." The boy headed towards the girl who yelled on the phone, and handed her her smoothie, then set his on the table. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded. She got up from her seat, and headed towards me.
"Hi, I'm Carly. Let me help you clean up while Freddie get's you a new smoothie." She smiled warmly, and I guess I couldn't object, so we headed to the bathrooms in the back.
"You really got hit good!" She said, giggling.
"It's not funny." I said, looking cross.
"Anyway, whats your name?"
"Sam."
"I'm Carly."
"Cool." Carly handed me some paper towels, and we wiped the smoothie off my clothes.
"So, you've met Freddie?"
"I guess."
"Yeah, he's kind of an awkward kid. A nerd."
"I see." There was a silence "Who were you yelling at on the phone?"
"Oh, that was my brother, Spencer. He's kind of weird."
"Yeah."
"So, how old are you, Sam?"
"Sixteen."
"I'll be sixteen next month."
"Happy birthday..." She laughed
"Well, I think this is as clean as you'll get."
"Okay."
A:N: I decided just to stop this here. Oh, And I think I should warn you that there won't be any iCarly. Just Freddie, and Sam love. Freddie is gonna be a little O.C. Though. Just thought those would be some important thing to know. :) Thanks for reading, and please review. :)
SAMMY WAMMY!!!