We pull away. Sam wipes a small tear that ran down her soft cheek. "I guess I can't do iCarly anymore."
I shake my head not liking this. Another reason to hate Lucas. The studio door opened to reveal Carly. "Come on guys the show starts in two minute." She says as she stands beside Sam. Oh no. I have to make up something. Uhhhh…
"Sam can't do the show." I tell Carly whilst grabbing the camera. Samwhips her head toward me and narrows her eyes.
"Why?" Carly asks.
"B-because Sam is s-sick…still. She um threw up in the bathroom." Sam calms down as she hears that I did not tell Carly her secret (Even though she's gonna have to tell some day).
"Aw. Then I guess Sam, you can go downstairs and rest and…um…Freddie can do the show!" I look toward Sam. She shrugs and nods.
"Okay." I agree.
"I'll go downstairs." Sam also agrees. And with that, she left.
Sam's POV
Why? Why did this have to happen to me? I can't believe this. I'm a walking dead girl. I HATE MY LIFE! I didn't want any of this to happen!
I sit on the couch of the Shay living room and cry for at least two minutes. After that I feel a gust of wind and my hair flies a bit. I turn my head to my right to see Lucas.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"There's something I have to tell you." I sigh.
"Fine. Tell me."
"There's a Full Moon tonight."
"Yeah so?" I ask bored out of my mind.
"That means Werewolves."
What the hell is h-…oh my god. Werewolves. Vampires. Werewolves and Vampires are enemies. I'm a Vampire. How can this day get any worse.
Sorry this is SUPER short. The shortest I have ever made, but I have school tomorrow and I have to go to bed since it is like 11 pm. But don't worry. I'm going to work on the next chapter for 5 minutes, go to bed, then TRY and finish the chapter tomorrow.
