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Carly, Sam, Freddie and Wendy were at Carly's loft. They were discussing (or mainly Carly, Freddie, and Wendy) how to get back at Valerie. Sam just lay down on the couch. Wendy said, "Well, we know that Valerie's dad runs the Seattle public schools, which is bad. But if we somehow get him to realize that his daughter's evil, he won't fire Principal Franklin for trying to stop the club."

"Sam? Do you have any ideas?" Carly asked. Sam shook her head. "Figures." The other three muttered. Sam rolled her eyes. "Well, time for dinner." Carly said, getting up from a chair. "So Sam, you're gonna have a lot of spaghetti and garlic bread, because you didn't have any lunch, right?"

Sam shrugged. "Nah, I'm okay. I don't want any food." She said, lying down on the couch again, steadying herself, because she felt dizzy. Carly and Freddie's mouths dropped open. "Sam, are you sure? You've barely eaten anything today!" Freddie said.

"Bacon can be very filling!" Sam snapped back. Carly rolled her eyes. "Not for one day! Sam, seriously! Something's wrong with you!" Sam's stomach groaned with hunger, loudly. Wendy and Freddie shook their heads. "Well, suit yourself. You don't wanna eat, fine. But when you wake up tomorrow, eating all the food we have, me and Spencer will have nothing to eat. You know Spencer doesn't have a job and my dad's at risk of losing his, so just saying, we could starve. Because of you."

"Are you calling me fat?" Sam said, sounding insulted. Carly groaned with exsasperation. "No! I would never say that, even if you were! Which you're not! Sam, do YOU think you're fat?" Sam said, "No... it's just... well, other girls do."

"No, they don't! It's only two girls! And they're probably jealous that you're at a healthy weight." Sam whispered back, her throat cracking, "I'm 118. That's not healthy!" Carly stared at her with shock. "Sam... you do think you're fat! What's happening to you today?" Sam shook her head and replied, "No.. Carly I don't think I'm fat... I just..."

"Just what?" This time, it wasn't from Carly. It was Freddie. "Just... that I don't feel well. My throat hurts." Carly sighed with relief. "Okay, you got me scared there for a second. Go take a nap." she said. Sam nodded and went up to Carly's room.

But Freddie still looked suspicious. Wendy had to go home, so it was just Carly and Freddie. "Carly... do you think that it's really just her throat?" Freddie asked. "Well, her throat did seem sore. I read somewhere online that bacon can give you one." Carly replied.

"Okay... sure. Whatever."

Upstairs, Sam couldn't sleep. She was so hungry. But Sam, what about that club? That club that Val created? said a voice inside her head.

No! I would never join that! My friends would think of me has one of... one of... one of the populars!

Sam... think about it. You would be considered as cool... skinny.... and especially pretty!

That's it. Sam Puckett is gonna lose weight. Sam found a piece of paper. She was gonna start writing down a diet plan, but something stopped her. Was this right? No, it's defenitely not right! This is sick, Sam Puckett! Sick! What would Carly and Freddie say?