Disclaimer: No I don't own iCarly, or a cell phone :( Hint: I would love to get these things for my next birthday. Lol!!

Authors Note: Hay guys- I know some people were wondering why I skipped Sam turning in her poem project for Mr. Pap. Well I decided to skip around yesterday when I was typing, not just in point of views, but days. This Chapter will be Sam reflecting on her poems, and what she thinks about them, handing them in ect. It will be about Freddie thinking about the changes in Sam. Okay that was long- sorry enjoy!! And Review. Hint, hint…

Sam:

I handed in the stupid project for writing class on Friday, my absolute favorite day of the week. The last day of school before the weekend. School has changed for me; it has become easier ever since I got a tutor. (Paid for by Carly, and Freddie's wallets unknowingly of course.) I now have A's, and B's in my classes, I have better grades than Carls. Not Freddie though, not even close… Anyway Mr. Pap's class is my favorite, because he is laid back, let's us write freely all period sometimes, lets us eat, and drink in his classroom. He is four years out of collage, and understands our generation pretty well for being an adult. But, the problem, I have become addicted to writing. I can't stop. When he assigned the project- I was excited!!! I scared myself. Poems, come easily for me, I must have written ten for his class, before selecting my four needed poems. This was all messed up- I am Sam. Who should be the bad student, skipping classes, and tormenting kids. I still skip sometimes, and ya duh, I still torment dorks. But now I am definitely not that bad student that I was a few years ago.

Now as I flipped through the channels on Carlotta's TV, I think, something I never used to do. The poems I handed in, including; What do you do (A\N poem from chapter one), Not my mother's daughter, Converse Cinderella, Snowflake, and Innocence. All about my messed up life, and confused heart…

Not my mother's daughter.

She's out at the bar getting hit on by a guy.

I am in the studio, with my best friends, doing iCarly.

Wig bits, random dancing…

When she was my age- she was prego.

I am watching movies into the late night.

Eating ham…

She doesn't come home most of the time.

When I do she isn't there, or passed out on the couch.

Her last boy friend on the floor, wine bottle in hand.

I stay at Carly's most of the time. To have to not see…

I know we are related.

But my mother isn't a mother.

She has never been one.

Never will.

I am not my mother's daughter…

Converse Cinderella.

Will you be my prince in disguise?

I your princess trapped up in palace.

A castle of lies.

Made by myself, piece, by piece.

As I skate down the pavement.

Garbage, everywhere. No protection but me, myself, and I.

You are protected by the witch.

Casting a spell.

To confuse my hero, confuse the one to save me from my own downfall.

I beat up the people that get under my skin.

Even you…

Brown haired.

Brown eyed.

You watch me.

I see you look at me. But you don't say a word.

I am your Converse Cinderella.

My fairy godmother down to her last trick.

She can't help me.

No one but you-

My prince that has failed.

Failed to put the converse on the right foot.

So I wait.

I am your converse Cinderella.

Snowflake.

Falling, falling fast.

From a sky of gray.

Covering the ground in a sheet of pure white.

You so different from all the others.

You make me feel real.

Not an illusion.

You used to blend in.

Not anymore.

Now I am the one fading into the background.

I have had many snowflakes touching my life in the past,

But you are one that has made the most difference.

Innocence.

Pure.

The color of lilac.

Beautiful, and simple.

Yet you are complicated, and different.

You are made of many layers.

So much more than what you can see.

You are chocolate brown.

And pure, you are innocent.

You are an example of complicated innocence.

All of the poems mean something to me. Most of them are about Freddie, and me. Our relationship, and about the way he has affected me. But there is one about my mom. If you can call her that!!

Anyway, Freddie acted weird this morning. I had slept on Carly's couch, and when I woke up I had a craving for ham. So I went over to Carly's fridge. While I was searching for ham, Freddie came in…

"Hay Sam."

" Sup, Fredrik, Carls is still sleeping."

" Okay." He replied. I could here him turn on the TV, so I went back to looking for ham.

No ham. :(

I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hay, people!!! I should start charging you rent!! I would be rich!" Carly said making herself known.

"Oh- ya." Freddie said

"Carly your out of ham!!!" I cried from the fridge " I need ham!!!" I turn to Carly, and Freddie,

"Sam, I have money go get yourself ham." And with that Freddie pulled out an envelope marked SAMS HAM MONEY. "Here this is your ham money for this month."

I gave him a weird look, " Did you hit your head?" I asked.

" No, I just am tired of you stealing my money for ham, so I decided to supply it. No stealing involved."

"Thanks Fredward!" I said taking the envelope from him " But I still am going to steal your money." I continued out the door a smirk plastered on my face.

Freddie sighed, " It was worth a try…"

He was putting aside money for me to buy ham??? Was I that obvious? Whatevs, I got my ham, and when I got back to Carly's Carly was sleeping, and Freddie, had left, so I ate, ham, and watched TV. Which is basically what I am doing now, except I am out of ham. I have some of Freddie's money left…

Break… (A\n : Prego = pregnant)

Freddie: (in his apartment typing up a report for school)

That didn't go the way I expected. Now I am out of thirty bucks!!! Rrrrrriiinnnggg

"Ello?"

" Hi, baby!!"

" Margaret, hay." Yes I was dating, and she was a cheerleader on top of all of this craziness. So, I have to, because I am her boyfriend go to all of the football games she cheers in.

" Hi Freddy, I was wondering if you could drive Maria, and Julie, to the game with us tonight."

" No problem, what time should I pick you guys up?"

" Four, thirty, my house."

" No, problem, see ya."

" Love ya."

"Bye." Why didn't I say love ya back? Because I didn't love her. I was in love with one of my best friends. I was dating Margaret, because she asked me out. Just like I had dated Jasmine, and Kristy. But, I never got serious, I was always sure to break it off before then. I have only been dating Margaret a week, and I feel like a show prize. That I am a item to be won. And all of these girls have been lucky. They show me off at any chance they get. No I am not a player. I know it sounds that way, but I dated Jasmine, a whole year and Kristy, four months. And when I broke it off with them, they were dating a new guy within the next week. I waited a month after Jasmine, and two after Kristy.

The only one that I want to get serious with is Sam. She has changed her life around in the last few years. Sam got a tutor, and has started getting good grades in school. She still beats me up. Or tries to. It has gotten to the point where all she was over me is name-calling, and my past experiences with my over protective mother. Sam can't beat me up anymore. I mean she can, but it requires way too much energy. Gibby gets what I used to get, and what he still gets. So, when she gets mad at me, she hurts Gibby. For the most part that is. Sam still beats me up. Just ALOT less.

To be honest I miss her hurting me, it seems unnatural for her to not hurt me, and beat me up. When she does beat me up, I enjoy every minute of it. I don't even fight back.

A\n: That was long- sorry about the spelling. I wanted to get this up quickly.