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Seven Hundred Fifty Hours
Chapter Three:
You Are So Dead
The Author
One bright and early Friday morning (the day Sam absolutely despised, for it always dragged on and meant another school day, no matter how close to the weekend it was), Miss. Briggs decided she would entrance her student audience with her beautiful bagpipes.
"Alright class, today I am going to play for you," she heard them groan, "SILENCE! And you are all going to listen patiently. Now, we begin!" She blew into one of the pipes and a flat, screeching sound emitted from it.
"Oh, dear. Looks like I'll have to go consult Mr. Quintan about this. Please excuse me as I tune my instrument of beauty!"
When the front classroom door shut, Sam immediately turned to Carly.
"Please, more like instrument of torture."
Carly giggled. "Hey, Carly. You wanna mess with Miss. Briggs?" Then Carly frowned.
"Sam, what are you going to do this time?"
Sam grinned, "Nothing that you can prove."
She stood and walked up to the chalk board, grabbing a piece of chalk and ignoring the odd looks sent to her by those not used to the never-ending prankster.
The blonde placed the chalk back into it's original container, and stepped back to admire her work.
"Sam, she's so going to eat you for this!"
Sam laughed triumphantly and put her hands on her hips, "Whatever. She deserves it for bringing that torture device into a school."
The classroom door opened again and Sam was in her seat before anyone could blink. Miss. Briggs walked in with her bagpipes, looking behind her for a piece of chalk, which she did not find. But what she did find, was a big, fat, chalk-written sign that read "Randy Jackson eats pants with Miss. Briggs" on it.
Miss. Briggs was completely appalled when she read what Sam had written on the chalkboard.
"WHO DID THIS?" She screamed out, her bagpipes falling miserably to the ground in a dramatic fashion. "WHOEVER WROTE THIS LIE, SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE!"
"What is this, a court?" Sam muttered to Carly, who shook her head with disappointment and annoyance.
"I'm not taking the fall for this one, Sam," Carly whispered back, only to receive a shrug in return.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it."
"SO? WHO DID IT?"
Sam smirked, "GIBBY DID IT!" Causing said person to panic.
"No I didn't, Sam did it while you were in the hall!" He turned around to face the blonde prankster.
"I will not-"
Sam rolled her eyes as she interrupted Gibby's speech, "-you will not be a victim. Blah, blah, blah."
"MISS. PUCKETT! You are to report to detention IMMEDIATELY after class! Do I make myself absolutely CLEAR?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah, whatever."
Miss. Briggs cried out indignantly, but went on to teach the rest of her class.
...While playing the bagpipes.
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Samantha Puckett
THEY SAID I CAN'T GO TO CARLY'S.
What. The. Ham? I am so peeved right now, it's seriously not even funny.
You wanna know why they said I can't go to Carly's for the rest of the WEEK?
Oh I don't know, maybe it's because I've apparently "gotten too many detentions in the past few days". I'VE GOTTEN TWO, TWO! Come on! Cut me some slack!
"We've cut you enough slack, Samantha, and if you continue to get detentions while Freddie is babysitting you, we'll have to move on to a new babysitter."
I was visibly excited.
"REALLY?" They looked at me weirdly and I coughed, "I mean, uh, you-really?" I tried to deepen my voice to sound upset.
"Yes, Samantha."
"And who's the replacement?"
"A young man in your grade who's parents want him to learn responsibility as well, but don't trust him with a small child. He'll whip you into shape!"
"What's his name?"
"Rodney Sullivan."
Rip-Off Rodney.
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I thought to myself for a while after the conversation with my parents was over.
'What if I did ditch the dork for Rodney? We'd have tons more fun, and he'd totally go for it, seeing as he always loves getting into trouble. Hmm...Yeah, I think I will ditch the dork. This can totally work in my favor.'
I got home from detention at five, had the "infamous chat" with my parents then, and they left at five thirty. Freddie came by to babysit me at six, and at six thirty, Freddie called out to me from the kitchen. "Sam, go upstairs and do your homework."
"Go suck an egg."
"Sam!"
"Fine, I'm going! No need to get dramatic and whip out the spray bottle."
Today is his second day and I already can't stand him.
Then an idea struck me, perfect.
I can't stand sitting, which is an oxymoron. I paid attention in English today, for once.
So, since I "can't stand sitting", I stood. And jumped. And climbed. Out the window.
Once I reached the ground after crawling down the big ladder on the side of the house my dad uses to paint, I stared victoriously at the road I would soon be walking down towards Carly's house.
Eat that, Freddie boy.
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Freddie Benson
Sam's awfully quiet up there, maybe she went to sleep? I guess not, since she probably saves up all her sleep time for class.
I went upstairs to check on her anyway, knocking on the door not for politeness (though that was probably part of the case), but because I did not want to walk in on Sam changing.
Hmm...
Or maybe I did.
My heart pounded and I shook my head to rid myself of impure thoughts. 'Bad Freddie, bad! You like Carly, and this is no time to be going through puberty!'
Anyway, she didn't answer, so I figured she was in the bathroom. I walked in, my eyes closed and my arm covering them as well.
"Sam?"
Nothing.
I unsheathed my eyes to see an empty room and an empty bathroom. Then I checked the window, it was open.
"SAM!"
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I didn't even glance at the emergency numbers on the kitchen table that her parents had given me- I already knew all of them by heart, seeing as my mom just makes me do that on a regular basis.
But that wasn't the reason I didn't look at it. I knew exactly where she was going, and how I was going to stop her.
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Sam Puckett
I stepped off the bus and flipped the bus driver an extra quarter from my jean pocket.
"For your patronage, dude."
He gave me a thumbs up and closed the steaming doors as I made my way towards the lobby and up the elevator to Carly's apartment.
I examined a rock I had picked up by the bus stop, but fumbled with it as the elevator came to a screeching halt. The large, skinny rock fell through the cracks of the elevator and it jolted, so I stepped out quickly and made my way to Carly's apartment.
I knocked on the door, and there was Carly.
"Hey, Carls."
"Hey, Sam. Wait, I thought you got grounded and weren't allowed to come over here?"
"Nope, I got grounded from sleeping over, not coming over." Okay, so I lied a little bit, but I just "forgot" to tell her my parents said no coming over, either!
"Ohh, I see. Come on in, Spencer's making a roasted chicken."
I licked my lips, "Awesome. Stuffed with ham?"
Carly nodded, giggling. "Yep, good thing you came over when you did."
I smirked at no one as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to Carly's popcorn, where a horror movie was playing out on her tv. The time on the clock above it read 7:06pm.
"No kidding."
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Freddie Benson
I huffed as I reached the outer entrance of the apartments where I knew Sam was. I can't believe I found it from Sam's house, and ran all six miles!
I almost collapsed against the revolving doors but tried to breathe properly and enter through them. I ignored the indignant cries of Lewbert, "GET OUT OF MY LOBBY! I JUST BUFFED THE WALLS!" and pressed the button for the elevator.
"The elevator is BROKEN! USE THE STAIRS AND GET OUT OF MY LOBBY!" I groaned loudly and ran up the stairs.
I finished the first flight in record time, but only because of a sudden burst of energy, though I felt proud.
"Nice work," I said to myself, "Now only..." I paused to look the floor number on the wall. "SIX FLIGHTS LEFT?"
"SHUT UP, NOISY BOY!" Lewbert screamed at me.
Life is so not fair.
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The movie had ended around 8:30, seeing as Carly had just started it by the time I got there. We ate our dinner with Spencer as we watched the movie, and I walked out of the apartment, vanilla ice cream bar in hand as I happily downed half of that, too.
The elevator had a peice of paper stuck to it, reading "OUT OF ORDER" in big red letters as if it was a bathroom stall. I rolled my eyes and decided to take the stairs instead.
Halfway down, I heard footsteps but ignored them. Who really cares about other people, anyway?
By the time I had gotten in front of the guy, I realized it was my babysitter.
"Hey, Freddo!" I said pleasantly, chewing on the ice cream bar.
"Sam! You are in so much," he paused to huff like a maniac, "trouble!"
"Whatever, Freddo. 'Scuse me while I throw this out." I dumped the half-eaten, melting ice cream bar in a nearby trashcan that was filled with bodily fluids. Probably his. Ew.
"Sam." I turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow.
"What?"
"You disobeyed my orders, and you deliberately snuck out of your window and went to Carly's!"
I licked my fingers clean of ice cream. "So?"
"So? So! You're in big trouble when I tell your parents."
I snarled, and instinctively, as though I was a predator to her prey, shoved him against the wall an pinned his arms to it with both of my hands.
"No, you aren't."
He shook with fear and I smirked, I had the upperhand.
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Freddie Benson
I was steaming, I knew it. I was upset with Sam for running away and making me run and get her when she could've just sat in her room like a good girl!
"You're in big trouble when I tell your parents." I told her.
Checkmate, she couldn't do anything to stop me from telling!
Shock took over my whole body when she pushed me into the wall and trapped my arms with her hands. Her flashing eyes were predatory and her lips were upturned into a smirk and covered with vanilla ice cream and I couldn't help it I swear it's the hormones! but I-
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Her eyes widened-
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His eyes closed-
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He-
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I-
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Kissed me!
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Kissed her.
And this was no dream.