Ch.2 iTell Carly
Carly Shay sat in disbelief at the sight before her. Sam had spent the last ten minutes crying in her lap. The last time she'd seen Sam break down like this was when she tried to hold a job so that she could pay Freddie and Carly back money. "What's wrong, Sam?" she'd asked for about the tenth time in a row. Sam finally began calming down enough to speak coherently. "I'm..." She stuttered. "You're what? Come on, Sam. I can't read your mind." Carly tried not to sound too harsh. "Come on, you can tell me. We're best friends. We can tell each other anything."
Sam took a deep breath and started over. "Before I came over, Mom and I got in a huge fight," she began. Her voice was shaky. Carly sensed there was more to it. Sam and her mom fought all the time, and Sam never broke down like this. Carly waited patiently for Sam to continue. "I'm moving," she said sadly. There it was. Carly was shocked. "Where are you moving? What about iCarly?" the questions were racing in her head. Sam shrugged. "I don't know. She didn't even give me a reason. It was all, here it is, have fun."
Sam's demeanor changed from sadness to anger. "I can try reasoning with her," Carly offered. Sam shook her head. "I already tried. Do you know what she told me? She said that because she gave me life, it was her's. She also pulled me out of school." Carly began to realize the seriousness of this whole issue. "Have you tried seeing if you can move in with me and Spencer?" she asked. It seemed like a logical solution to the problem. She was at Carly's all the time anyway, and her mother never seemed to mind.
"I haven't even told you the best part yet, and when I say best, I mean worst." Carly was confused. What could be worse than moving? Freddie chose this moment to walk through the door. Sam would have frightened him off, but the realization that she was about to leave her friends stopped her. "What's the worst part?" Carly questioned. Sam paused for a moment. She didn't know how she was gonna tell Carly this, especially with Freddie in the room. "She says I'm going to some church in Tacoma to become a nun." Carly was speechless. Freddie broke down laughing.
"I just imagined you in a habit," he said between laughs. When she didn't join his laughter, he began to get very scared. "You're not kidding, are you?" he asked slowly. She sent him a death glare. "It's not funny, Benson." The tone of her voice was all the threat she needed. Freddie immediately stopped laughing, and picked himself off the ground. "Do you know what church she's sending you to?" Carly asked. Sam shook her head. "By that point I was so mad, I blocked everything out," Sam replied. "Did she tell you when you're leaving?" Carly asked.
"She said this weekend," Sam answered. She really didn't want to relive that conversation. The very thought of it only made her madder. "Is there any way we'll be able to still do iCarly," Carly asked. "Hey whoa, we're not quitting iCarly are we?" Freddie interjected. Sam shook her head. "We may have to, Fredderly," she said sadly. Freddie was not willing to take that as an answer. iCarly was his only salvation from whatever mother-son activity he would otherwise be signed up for. "Well, let's see. It's Tuesday now. That gives us four days to try and talk your mom out of this," he said.
Jane Puckett wasn't angry that her daughter left. She figured, let her have her moments, because on Saturday, her life was going to change weather she liked it or not. She looked forward to the freedom of having Sam gone and smiled. "And the best part is," she said to herself, "Is no one will even miss her. Those friends of her's will quickly forget they ever knew her." She picked up the bible that Sam had thrown on the ground and smiled. Sam was going to get used to that book, because it was the only one she'd have for the forseeable future, and given the occupation she'd chosen for her daughter, it was kind of required reading.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. "This is Mary Elizabeth from St. Mary's Church," the older woman on the other line began. "I wanted to inform you that we are ready to recieve your daughter. Do you know when she'll be coming?" Mrs. Puckett nodded. "I'm bringing her out this Saturday. She doesn't have any objections, and at any rate, the decision's already been made." The woman on the other end nodded. "We have her room and Novice dress ready. She'll fit in nicely here," she said. "As Mother Superior, I'm obligated to tell you that the moment she enters our church, she will not be permitted to leave or have visitors for a long time. This includes you."
Mrs. Puckett smiled. No visitors. That meant no rescue. "Oh, we have no problem with that. She has no friends, and we don't get along anyway." Hook, line, and sinker. The old nun bought it. "We look forward to seeing you," she said before hanging up. Jane smiled. Fooling nuns was like taking candy from a baby.
