Hello! So guess what? Chicken butt! Ahaha, no just kidding. I know, I'm a lame little dork. But I'm your lame little dork. You gotta love me, right? Right? Hey, don't leave! Come back!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, but this story is brought to you by the letter i. Well, actually it's brought to you by a Toshiba Netbook, a fan fiction website and a strange teenage girl with no life. But you get the idea.
Carly's POV
"No! I won't do it and you can't make me!"
"But it would just be a little bit. Please? It's a special day. Don't you want to look nice?"
"I think I'll be able to survive graduation without you smearing that goop on my face," retorted a very angry Sam.
"It's just a little lip gloss and eye liner. It won't kill you to wear it," I tried to reason.
"But you might just get killed if that stuff gets anywhere near my face," she said, folding her arms across her chest indignantly.
I sighed and set the makeup down, causing Sam to give me a satisfied smirk. I knew it was useless to try and reason with her. I was just proud that I had gotten her to wear a dress under her graduation gown. She still insisted on wearing her favorite Converse hightops though. Typical Sam.
Just then the door opened, and Spencer appeared, holding a hand over his eyes. "Everybody un-nakedified in here?" he said.
"Is that even a word?" I asked my brother.
"Well, if it isn't it should be. Now answer the question so I can remove my hand from my face."
"I can't answer the question. Un-nakedified is not a word. Therefore in order to answer the question I would have to know what your definition of the word is," I teased.
"I think the definition is pretty obvious. Now hurry and answer it. I was chopping onions a little while ago and having my hand over my eyes is really making them hurt."
"Yes, we are all un-nakedified here." Spencer carefully took his hand off of his face, revealing two very bloodshot eyes.
"Duuude. Your eyes look like my mom's when she mistook vinegar for her contact solution," said Sam. "Why were you chopping onions anyways?"
"It's for a sculpture I'm building of a giant lumberjack made entirely from chopped onions. I shall call it 'The Legend of Paul Onion.' Heh, you get it? Paul Onion? 'Cause…"
"We get it!" I said quickly. "We only have 15 minutes to get to the school, and I will not be late for my own graduation! Now let's move!"
"Yes mam." Spencer looked a little disappointed that he didn't get to explain his joke, but he grabbed his keys and followed us out of the apartment without complaint.
Sam's POV
I had to admit; even I was kind of surprised I had made it this far, although I knew everyone else was probably way more surprised than I was. If two years ago you had told everyone that I would be here today, no one would've believed you. But my Junior year of high school, when I started actually trying, I found out school actually wasn't too bad. Kind of easy even. But still, I guess I always figured that something would go wrong that would keep me from graduating, and I was proud that nothing had.
So there I was, standing in a black cap and gown as I waited for my name to be called. I wondered briefly whose turn it was. I had meant to keep track, but had gotten bored halfway through the A's (they went in alphabetical order by last name.)
"Fredward Karl Benson, valedictorian," said a voice I recognized as Principal Franklin's. Freddie went up and grabbed his diploma, grinning from ear to ear. I had to smile too. As much as I loved seeing Freddie annoyed, I kind of liked to see him happy too. Not that I would ever admit that to anybody.
"Charles Cornelius Gibson," said Principal Franklin after several more names were called. Gibby bounced all the way to where Principal Franklin was waiting with his diploma, yelled 'Gibby is the MAN!,' and proceeded to take off his graduation gown, revealing his shirtless body underneath. There were some shocked looks from the audience, but the graduating seniors and the Gibson family weren't surprised at all. And I swear I heard Carly giggling a few feet behind me.
Principal Franklin kept calling out name after name. "Wendy Michelle Hennings." As usual, Wendy had a dazzling smile on her face, and all the guys stared at her in awe. "Wesley Harold Jenkins." The freak started beat-boxing as soon as his diploma was handed to him. "Ruben Christopher Kenny." He shouted something about a strawberry meatball destroying a tiger's fancy igloo and Gibby gave him a high-five. "Natasha Elizabeth Moore." Tasha gave Gibby a hateful look as she received her diploma. She still hadn't forgiven him for breaking up with her after she had already transferred to Ridgeway to be with him. 'Course, that's probably why he broke up with her. That chick was clingier than Velcro.
Finally I heard it. "Samantha Joy Puckett." I ran up to the stage, grabbed my diploma, and then ran back down again, but not before spying Ms. Briggs and sticking up my middle finger in her direction.
"Sam Puckett!" cried the evil Ms. Briggs.
"What, Gibby gets to be all shirtless but I can't even show you the one finger I've wanted to show you since 6th grade? Besides, what are you going to do about it now? Give me detention? I've already graduated. You can't punish me anymore." I had to smirk at the look on her face when she realized I was right.
It wasn't long before they called Carly's name. "Carlotta Annette Shay."
"Woo! Go Carls!" I yelled as Ms. Briggs gave me another evil stare. I shrugged. What did I care if she was mad at me? I was free!
After what seemed an eternity, the ceremony was finally over. Freducation had given some speech on growing up, moving forward, yada yada yada, while I pretended not to listen. Then there had been a slideshow that had pictures of everyone in the class as they grew up, and at the end we all threw our caps into the air and yelled in excitement. My cap "accidentally" hit Gibby on the face as it fell, and Carly had to pull him aside to be nurse for his 'boo boo.' She didn't look like she minded too much though.
Freddie's POV
Despite the nervous wreck I had been during my valedictory speech, when it was all over I was actually pretty calm. After saying goodbye to some classmates and being ridiculed by Sam for 'having a middle name almost as lame as my first,' I headed over to where the guests were to find my mom. As soon as I found her she trapped me in a big bear hug.
"Oh my little Freddie is all grown up and graduated from high school! I'm so proud of my baby!"
"Mom. MOM," I said, trying to pry my mother's arms off of me. She had been hugging me like that for almost 3 minutes. "Mom, I need air."
"Sorry," she said, releasing her hold on me. She stood back and looked at me, probably realizing for the first time how tall I was. I was now a good 5 inches above her, even with her in heels. Her eyes started to water and she pulled me into another hug, just as suffocating as the last. I allowed it this time. I figured she was going to need it. After all, she still didn't know I was leaving tomorrow.
"Hello," called a voice behind me. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was. My first thought was that I was really glad to see her. My second thought: Uh oh.
"Hey Grandma," I said, turning towards her. "I thought you said you couldn't make it?"
Hmmm…I am not too pleased with this chapter. It kind of got off subject from what the story is really about, but I thought I should include the graduation, and it seemed like a good place to put his grandma showing up unexpectedly. (Btw, do you get why he is kind of unhappy to see her? If you've been reading carefully you should be able to figure that out pretty easily, but I'm going to make that clearer in the next chapter anyway.) Next chapter will hopefully turn out a little better, and I think it will be more on subject.
Anyway, please review the chapter, or I will be forced to beg. What? You want me to beg? Oh all right. PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PRETTY PRETTY PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSEEE!
