I'm sorry if I haven't updated in a while. My computer broke down. I don't know why but it just did and I had to find another way of uploading my story. Without further ado here is Chapter 7.

Disclaimer : For all the past chapters and chapter to come. I am not Dan Schneider and I don't own iCarly. But I do own my own thoughts and ideas.

Chapter 7

I can't move, I was laying on my back on my bed and just stared at the ceiling. It was already Sunday.

Every muscle on my body hurt like hell. Heck, even lifting myself off the bed was already challenge.

I jerked my head to the side, looked at the clock. It was already 9am. I went to bed around 9:30pm. I was asleep for almost 12 hours!

I tried remembering what happened. I got home dragging myself to the apartment. Got in my room and... and... I couldn't remember.

I laughed at myself but immediately stopped to the pain of my struggling stomach muscles.

So I mustered all my strength and I pushed myself off the bed into a sitting position. I had to think of something so that I could move like myself again.

I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing, and me being in this state would be a dead giveaway.

So I reached for my desk and got my laptop and then placed it on my bed and I bunched up the pillows on my bed for support for my back and neck.

I opened ZapLook on the browser and typed: What to do when your body is sore from conditioning.

I clicked on search and after a second a hundred thousand search queries appeared.

"HOW TO RELEASE TENSE MUSCLES FROM TRAINING" I clicked on the link and then a page popped up. It took a couple of seconds for the page to load and I started reading.

"1. Rest for at least ten hours." That was a pretty obvious step.

" the same exercises that you did."
What! Do the same conditioning exercises I did yesterday! This has got to be a joke.

I read on.

"By doing the same exercises you did, your muscles would get stretched again and become familiarized with the movements it needs to do."

Well, it wasn't really logical, but I gave it a shot.

I got up and got a warm shower, which helped a little bit in easing my overworked muscles.

So i changed into my jogging pants again and went to the park.

But instead of walking to the park, I took a bus, which didn't really help too much because getting up into the bus was already so much work for my frail body. And don't mention getting off.

I finally got to the park and I was already exhausted. It was already 10:05am and the sun was already up and it felt like the sun was glaring at me.

I got to a secluded spot somewhere to the back of the park.

I lied down to rest. The sun was beaming down on me. It was hot. Blazing hot. It kinda feels like the sun was deliberately looking down on me and staring at me until I evaporated.

I rolled to my chest and started on push-ups. But I realized that I haven't even warmed up yet. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice.

I got up and started warming-up.

Suprisingly after warming-up, all of my muscles have relaxed. (There was still pain but it was bearable)

I shaked my limbs a bit, hopped a bit and then immediately got down and did push-ups.

But just like yesterday I only did a couple and dropped to the ground and panted like a dog. Well one thing's for sure, strength doesn't come overnight.

I tried again but the count went down lower and kept getting lower every time I tried.

I panted heavily. I was standing on my knees and palms, my head hung down and sweat was all over my face.

I desperately thought of what I did yesterday to get myself to finish the conditioning. I remembered that I thought of the times I was bullied and I was completely engulfed in rage,

So I desperately thought of a bad time. The first thing into mind was Sam.

I tried thought long and hard and then suddenly a fireplace was put into mind.

I was looking at Sam. Sam was looking at me.

She was saying something, but I couldn't recognize the words that came out from her mouth.

I leaned over and...

I shook my head. What was that!

I tried again.

I thought of the times that I would always get rejected when I made a choice for iCarly and how they could do whatever they wanted without my consent.

I was again consumed by my hatred.

I got into position and started pushing myself off the ground.

I took a minute to rest and then I started the sit-ups. Normal sit-ups then explosive sit-ups, leg raises, bicycles and swinging sit-ups.

I ran a lap around the park, I was sweating buckets but it felt good. I stopped to catch my breath and then did pull-ups on the monkey bars. chin-ups, chest-ups and then pull-ups behind my back.

I was done! I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Wooooooooooooooo!"

I was about to run off to the convenience store but I remembered that I had to cool down.

Basically cooling down was also warming up. It was the same stretching exercises and such,

I walked to the convenience store and bought some water. I chugged it down and thew my bottle into a nearby trash can.

I sweated heavily even after going inside an air-conditioned convenience store.

It was around 12 noon.

12pm... I stopped and pondered.
I was supposed to do something with mom this 12:30pm. Then I remembered. We had to go to church!

I ran as fast as I could, stopping every couple of feet to catch my breath. I even tripped and face-planted twice on the pavement when I tried to dodge the incoming pedestrians. But I got up instantly as if nothing happened because of the fear of my mom going off if I didn't make it to church.

Even worse, she could cut my trip tomorrow.

I got to the lobby and zoomed to the elevator. I punched on the UP button and the button lit up.

I was panting and huffing and wheezing at the same time. It felt like my lungs were gonna pop.

"DING" The elevator opened. I didn't care if I bumped into Carly or Spencer or even Sam.

One thing was on my mind. Get home or else...

The elevator stopped and the doors opened and there Carly was.

"Hey Freddi-" I zoomed past her and went into my apartment.

I unintentionally slammed the door and immediately made a beeline to my shower.

I took a quick warm bath to help ease my muscles. They were movable but still stiff nonetheless.

Then I heard mom shout. I couldn't make out the words but I knew she wanted me down there immediately.

I dried myself hurriedly and put on my sunday clothes. Leather shoes, Khaki pants with a leather belt and a blue polo shirt that I had to tuck in.

I am still a dork. But that didn't matter right now because there is on thing my mom hates more than me being dirty, it was being late.

So I went down while fixing my hair and my mom stared at me and examined me from head to toe.

"Let's go Fredward."

"Okay, mom." I answered.

The rest of the day was uneventful. We went to church and went home immediately and my mom fussed over the stuff I packed. She made me bring tick lotion and tick bath gels, etc.
Which I protested respectfully.

I can't wait for tomorrow. BUt I wondered what the two were thinking of right now.

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