CHAPTER 3: iDon't want to move

SAM: What a weird title!

Carly: Yeah, it is ...

Me: I'll make you all cry ...

Carly: Why!

Me: Faro Freddie pagare per smoothies versare tutta la rete (I'll make Freddie pay for spilling smoothies all over the net)

Sam: Un altro tossicomane iCarly che continua a check-out , che FREDDIE distrutto! (Another iCarly addict who keeps on checking out , which FREDDIE destroyed!)

Carly: Stop speaking Italian!

SAM'S P.O.V

"This is a violation! Ms. Puckett deserves to be kick out from this school!" Ms. Briggs shouted, deafening me- if a human's eardrum can burst out from the ears, mine already did. "But Ms. Puckett admitted her fault, such honesty - that only happens once in a forever, should be rewarded" Principal Franklin explained, and he's right ... I might never ever do this thing again. "I'm still here!" I shouted, as I flung my arms in front of my chest. "Yes, I know Ms. Puckett" Principal Franklin put on his serious, I'm-trying-my-best face. "Such rude manners! This kid should be out of this school!" Mr. Howard told the dark, tall guy. "Aren't you fired?" I asked him, sarcasm in my tone. "And all because of your stupid iCarly" He shouted. I stood up and clench my fist, "No one trash talk iCarly!" I shouted as I raise my fist, hitting the old man, making him stumble to the floor.

If you're wondering why I'm trying to explain, without VIOLENCE; is all because Miss. Lauren Ackerman, my totally NOT-LOVE-FREAK teacher, heard Principal Franklin's detention punishment for me. And now, they're totally messing me up!

I groaned, Finally! the stupid talk ended. Though it didn't end up my way, I'm moving. How can I tell Carly about this? How can I buy Chili at ITALY? How can I explain this Fred- Oh yeah, I quit iCarly ... I bet he already find a way fitting girl for that job; somebody girly, and touchy, and way Carlier than me.

"Sam!" I turn around revealing the running brunette. "Yo" I wave my hands at her. "What happened? I heard you were called again!" she question, more likely whining. I sigh, "Ah, need to go" I told her. "Where-?" "Chili store" I smirk at her as I dash away, leaving a dumbfounded Caly, rotten at the same hallway.

CARLY'S P.O.V

Sam's acting weiiird. Well, not as weird when she tried changing herself but- it's still, how do you say this ... NOT A NORMAL SAM? I groan, I need to fix up the date with Freddie; which is totally not in the schedule!

"Hey, Carly" I almost jump from the shock; I turn around revealing a topless Gibby. "Shirt?" I reminded him, "Nobody tells Gibby what to do, when Gibby don't know what to do!" he says. "OK -" "So, how about an alien hunting later, you, me, Spencer, Sam ..." "Freddie, please put Freddie on the list" I told him, this is going better than I expected. "Okay, Freddie. So?" "Sure ..." I told him as I give off my best Daffodil smile, I'm so lucky for having the daffodility in me! (If there's such word) "Yeah, sure" He uttered as he walks away. Is it just me? or this day is SOOOOOO weird.

But most of all, I should go home and ask for PLAYING BANJO, "SPENCER'S" permission for tonight- I just hope that he didn't sculpt strange stuffs from the junk yard.

"Spencer!" I called, seeing my brother lying on the floor. "What happened to you!" I shouted. "The rat ... there's a rat!" He freak out. I quickly jump on the couch, I hate rats! "Gross ... how the heck did it manage to enter our house!" I yelled. "Well, I took this really big box from the junkyard and it seems like it's their house" He told me as he crouch, looking under the couch. "Uwaah!-" "Gyaah! Where's the rat!" I covered my ears, which is stupid since it's not like rats will enter my ear and eat my brain out ... Eew~ "Eh? It's not the rat ... it's my long lost teddy bear ..." "then why did you shouted?" "Happiness?" He muttered. Oh dear brother ... I hope this day will be OK.