A/N: Hey guys! I was supposed to upload this and the last chapter yesterday for my favorite day ever, Halloween, but I went to my friend's house and forgot my iPad so, on Monday there will be 2 chapters again. Again, thank you so much for reading my story I look at how many people read every two days. So, enjoy the chapter of iCarly. Oh, and district 4 is a career district it just doesn't want to be in the Hunger Games.
DISCLAIMER: I DON't OWN ANYTHING. IF I DID SAM AND FREDDIE WOULD HAVE STAYED TOGETHER AND MADGE WOULD HAVE LIVED.
Sam Puckett was 18 years old. This was her last year of eligibility for The Hunger Games. Even though she was aggressive, violent and mean she never wanted to be in The Hunger Games. She was good with knives only because she needed to use one to cut her meat. She was happy that she came from an outlying district so she wouldn't have to be pressured to train for The Hunger Games. Sam was very lazy, and couldn't be bothered to train for anything. Except maybe an eating contest.
Sam woke up on Carly's couch. She got off the couch, and walked over to the fridge. She opened it, and took out a fatcake and a root beer. She walked back to the couch, and opened her root beer. She took a bite into her fatcake, and took a swig of root beer. When she finished her fatcake she grabbed her root beer, and went upstairs to Carly's room. She saw Carly at her vanity, and sat down on one of her bean bags. "Hey, Carls. Ready for The Reaping?" Sam asked grinning. "Yeah, ready for it to be over. Sam, what if one of us gets picked?" Carly asked negatively with a frown on her pretty face. "Don't think like that, Carly. We'll be fine." Sam said reassuringly. "How do you know? Anyone could be picked." Carly persisted pessimistically. "Hey, is Benson coming before The Reaping?" Sam asked trying her best to change the subject.
Sam couldn't help, but blush a little bit at the mention of Freddie Benson. Sure, she made fun of him and sometimes caused him injury, but they had went out once. She had never really gotten over him. "He should be. Why? Does someone want to see Freddie?" Carly teased playfully. "Gross! No! I just want to insult somebody." Sam shouted throwing a purple pillow at Carly's face. "Sure, Sam, Sure. How's your mom?" Carly teased snootily. Carly didn't really care she just didn't want to hear Sam yelling at her for the millionth time. (A/N: Sorry Carly lovers to me she's really pushy and she just got in the way of Seddie so, don't be mad it's only for one chapter.) "That's the reason why I have been staying over so much. She's at The Capital." Sam said with. A very serious tone. "Why? What did she do? What happened?" Carly asked with concern that was half real. "Carly, she's an Avox. She slapped a peacekeeper." Sam said even more serious picking up her fake sincerity. "I'm so sorry, Sam. You can stay here as long as you like." Carly said with real sincerity this time. "Thanks, Carls. It's not like it wasn't ever going to happen." Sam said playfully. "Well, lets get ready for The Reaping. When Freddie gets here he'll be all ready." Carly said trying to change the subject. "Okay, first things first a shower," Sam said with a look of disgust.
Sam walked down the stairs, and into the downstairs bathroom. Meanwhile, Carly went into the bathroom in her room. Sam and Carly both took their showers. Sam's hair now smelled like cinnamon and Carly's hair smelled like apples. Sam walked back up the stairs, and into Carly's room. They were both in the outfits they went into the bathroom wearing. Sam sat down in the same chair she was sitting in. Carly was brushing and blowdrying her hair.
By the time her hair was dry Sam had already fallen asleep. Carly kept brushing her hair until all the tangles were history. She plugged in her curling iron, and waited for it to heat up. While she waited she started texting Freddie. 'Hey, Freddie! When are you coming over?' 'Hey Carly! When do you want me to come? Is Sam there?' 'Yes, she is, and I think we'd both prefer when we are ready for The Reaping.' 'When might that be? I can't read your mind you know.' 'I know. I'll text you when we're ready. My curling iron is ready got to go. Bye!' 'Later, seniorita!' Carly put away her phone, and started curling her hair.
When she finished curling she threw a pillow at Sam, who was snoring to her heart's content. Sam jumped, and sprang into a squat ready to pounce on whoever threw that pillow at her. "Relax, Sam, it's just me." Carly said calmly. "Carly! You know I hate being woken up." Sam yelled angrily. "Well, you were snoring louder than a megaphone." Carly whined like a 6 year-old. (A/N: No offense 6 year-olds) Sam shut up, and started observing Carly's styling. Sam never really cared what her hair looked like so the most she ever did with it was brush it. She had no experience whatsoever in styling. So she had to watch and learn. Too bad for Sam though because she was watching, but not learning. I'll just have Carly do my hair, she thought. She looked at her phone. 1 new text, it read. She tapped the view button. It was from Demi. Demi is Sam's other best friend. She is Sam's singing best friend meanwhile Carly is Sam's everything else best friend. You see Carly is the worst singer Sam had ever heard. Demi liked to write songs sometimes about things going on in Sam's life or hers.
'I wrote a new song about you and Freddie.' Demi knew everything about Sam. She knows even more than Carly. For example Demi knows Sam still likes Freddie, and Carly doesn't. 'What's it called? Are you going to show it to me?' 'Yes. After the reaping. At one point promise me you'll sing it to him. Cuz if you won't I will.' 'Fine. But you need to tell me what it's called.' 'It's called Heart Attack. BTW you need to paint your nails, wear high heels and wear perfume for the reaping.' 'Why? What are you going to do?' 'Nothing. It just goes with the song.' 'Why do I have to match the song?' 'Do you want to get it over with now or later?' 'I guess now. I have to go now though. Bye!' 'Later! Sam put away her phone.' She noticed Carly was all ready for The Reaping. She was already in her dress and everything. She was wearing a strapless red dress, and black boots. She had her hair on her left shoulder.
Sam walked over to the vanity, and took out the nail polish. Carly did a double take. "Sam? Are you taking out nail polish?" Carly asked in shock. "Yeah. Why?" Sam said flatly. "Whenever I offer to do your nails you always say no." Carly nagged putting her hands on her hips. "Was Freddie around every time?" Sam asked trying to grasp an explanation. "Yeah, so?" Carly asked clearly lost. "That is where you went wrong. If Freddie sees me acting like a girl he won't be afraid of me anymore." Sam said trying to make it sound like the most obvious thong in the world. "Oh, come on Sam we both know that's not true. Freddie will always be scared to death of you." Carly countered rolling her eyes. "Good point. Will you help me though because I have no idea how to do this." Sam asked politely. "Sure." Carly said slightly weirded out by how nice Sam was being. "Thanks Carls." Sam said relieved. "What color do you want your nails to be?" Carly asked excitedly. "How about light blue." Sam said randomly.
Carly started painting her nails. After about 5 minutes she was done with Sam's nails. When they were dry Sam started brushing her hair. She put on her blue dress and matching high heels. She put on a random perfume she found on the beauty table. Carly looked at her confusedly, but she decided to forget it, and text Freddie to come over. Sam decided to start texting Demi. 'Hey, Dem! I painted my nails and I'm wearing heels and perfume. Happy now?' 'Yes, yes I am. Can't wait to show you the song!' 'Not that I think this will happen, but what do we do if one of us gets picked?' 'If either of us get picked that girl will have to sing that song at the interview.' 'Kk. Got to go Freddie just got here. See you after the reaping.' 'Bye, Sam! Love you! Don't volunteer. Haha'Sam looked up from her phone. There was Freddie in a plain white tee shirt and black skinny jeans. Both Sam AND Carly thought he looked hot. Sam is not the only one who likes Freddie. Carly was competition, and Sam was about to find that out.
"Hey, Freddie. Looking good today." Carly flirted. "Thank you Carly. So do you. At least somebody can appreciate me." Freddie said rudely. "Don't start Benson." Sam retorted. Sam and Freddie glared at each other. Then Sam stopped and thought about Carly flirting with Freddie. She couldn't, Sam thought. She started texting Demi again because the people around her obviously didn't want to talk to her, but Demi always does. Sam sometimes even thinks Demi is a better friend then Carly. This is one of those times. 'Hey Demi you won't believe what just happened.' 'Freddie kissed you? Wait I know, you found Canadian Fatcakes!' 'Nope, Carly FLIRTED with Freddie.' 'She did WHAT? That's it I'm taking you to The Reaping. I won't stand for this.' 'It's okay you don't have to.' 'Yes I do. I'm not letting Carly get away with this.' 'Be careful. See you soon.'
Sam put away her phone, and started walking to the refrigerator. She took out leftover spaghetti tacos, and started eating. Freddie looked at her confused. "Didn't you have breakfast?" Freddie asked her concerned "Yeah, so? That doesn't mean I can't eat spaghetti tacos while you guys are blabbing away. Why do you even care?" Sam asked with a weirded out expression. Freddie shut up and blushed a little. Sam heard her fist breaking the taco shell. She looked down at her spaghetti taco and it was breaking. She ate it quickly before it fell apart. Freddie and Carly started talking again so she'll definitely have enough time to wait for Demi. Sam decided to play Bounce 'n' Mouse on her phone.
In a few minutes there was a knock on the door. Sam sprang to the door. "Who could that be?" Carly asked fake scared tone. Sam opened the door and Demi was in the door way. Demi looked a lot like an old singer named Demi Lovato. She was dressed in a black dress with a black mini jacket, and she was holding her guitar. She was wearing peach lip gloss and black eyeliner. Sam shook her head because she knew Demi would hit Carly with it. She smiled. "Hey, Demi! What's up? Ready?" Sam said with a warm smile. "Hi Sam. We'll leave in a second." Demi says calmly walking toward Carly. Sam closes up any ways she can get in through the door. "Don't even think about it, Dem." Sam said to her with a don't do it look. "Oh, I'm thinking about it." Demi said trying to jump over Sam and not making it over her shoulder. "What's going on here, Sam? Who is this?" Carly half nagged half asked annoyed. "I'm going to The Reaping with Demi. This is Demi." Sam said plainly.
Demi waved at Carly with a smile. Carly glared at her. Sam took Demi's arm, and started to walk out the door. Carly grabbed Sam's arm, and tried to pull her into a corner. Demi charged towards her guitar in hand. Then Sam pulled away from Carly's death grip and grabbed Demi's hand so she didn't do anything to get her into trouble. They ran all the way to The Justice Building.
Lots of people were already at The Justice Building proving how late she would've been with Carly and Freddie. Demi and Sam walked over to the finger prick station. When they were done they went to the 18 year old girl section to wait for Francine Briggs, the escort for district 3, and the mentors, Beetee and Wiress. Sam's phone started vibrating because she just got two new texts. One from Carly and one from Demi who was standing next to her. She checked Carly's first so she wouldn't have to deal with the pain of a girl later. 'What was that Sam? You said we were going to The Reaping together! Why did you ask that goth girl? You have some explaining to do.' 'I don't have to explain myself. I'll do what I want when I want to. By the way she isn't goth, and she has name, Demi.' 'Not if you want to stay in my house. I don't care what her name is I don't want you hanging out with her.' 'Fine, you're going to regret this. Oh, and your acting like Freddie's mom.' 'How dare you! Don't even think about coming to my house begging for my help because you aren't getting any.' Sam turned off her phone because she saw Francine walking on stage. If she saw her phone she would take it. Beetee, Wiress, and Mayor Jobs walked on stage behind her. She was wearing a bright and sparkly purple pant suit with matching pointy toed heels. She had no wrinkles, but you could tell she was kinda old, and she had bright red hair.
"Good morning everyone. Let's just get on with it. Shall we?" Francine said in her cruel voice "First, this video from the capital." When Francine turned to watch the screen Sam checked what Demi said in her text. A few other people took out their phones too. It is the technology district after all. The text was a recording of Demi singing. 'This is the song. The lyrics are below.' 'I will look at it later. What do you think of Ms. Briggs' outfit?' 'Hideous.' Sam giggled quietly. She put away her phone because the video was ending, and Francine would be looking back soon. 'Why were we texting each other when we are standing right next to each other?' Sam thought. 'Eh, it's not like it hurts anybody,'
"Now, it's time to choose our tributes for the 78th Hunger Games." Francine said smiling. She smiled as if she enjoyed choosing who would die every year. Francine walked over to the girl's name bowl, and put her hand in. She picked one at the very bottom, and walked back to the microphone. "Samantha Puckett." Francine said loudly. Sam looked around just in case she was imagining things. Nobody stepped forward. Just what she was afraid of. "Where are you, Samantha?" Francine asked in a nice voice. Sam walked up to the stage. Once she got there she looked at Demi and Carly. Carly was glaring daggers at her, and smiling while Demi looked like she was going to cry, and also looked very pale.
"Now, to the boys." Francine said with an excited smile. She walked to the boys' name bowl, and put her hand in. She picked one from the top, and went back to the microphone. "Fredward Benson." She said with too much enthusiasm. Freddie slowly walked onto the stage. All of the sudden Carly's expression turned into horror. Demi's jaws dropped. While, Sam just tried to keep her facial expression stiff with a hint of a smirk. "Just shake hands already." Francine said obviously wanting this Reaping over with. Sam squeezed his hand hard enough for him to feel pain, but he didn't flinch. They walked into the Justice Building to wait for people to say goodbye to them.
A/N: Oh my gosh I'm late again I was supposed to finish this yesterday so it would be only one day late, but I ran out of time and I'm so sorry. Again, two chapter on Monday! Plus, Oh my goodness there is so much drama in these last two chapters, but the next one is kind of a sob story. Some, are depressing and others are really action packed. Most of these tributes are going for the Star-Crossed Lovers so keep an eye out for those, others are easier to spot then others so I hope you enjoy the next to chapters on Monday! Bye, Teacups!