Like I said, my internet has ISSUES. So, it's been like a week. Hopefully, it'll be working, now. Anyway, most people seem to want the star to be in a few months. So, here goes…
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
My mom didn't care. She never cared. Or so I thought. Everyday, I would come home from school. She would be on the couch. Watching TV. Never more than a simple, "Hello." And, even that was rare. So, I started to sleepover at Carly's. At least there, I was greeted. It wasn't home. But, it was the closest I'd ever come to it.
I'd been gone for over a week. I hadn't seen my mother since my disappearance. I didn't want to see her. She was my mother. But, she wasn't. I knew her. But, I didn't. She raised me for my whole life. Until the divorce. Then, she was gone. She wasn't my mom. She was just a mother. Not mine. Not anyone's. She took care of me. But, I took care of myself. We lived in the same house. But, I lived alone. Alone. Story of my life.
It wasn't my decision to see her. It was Freddie's. So, I went to my house. It wasn't my home. It was my house. There she was. On the couch. Watching TV. As usual. But, there was something different. Something in the air. Some feeling in the room. Something. Her face. It wasn't drenched in uncaring, unmoving, boredom. It was worried. It was confused. It was scared. For me?
"You care. You do. I know you do. Deep down. You do. You always did. Even after Dad left. But, why couldn't you tell me. It's not enough just to know. You have to be told. You didn't tell me. You never told me." It was true. She didn't tell me she loved me. She didn't express love in any way. Not since the divorce. My dad left five years ago. Disappeared really. But, unlike me, he won't be wished back on a shooting star.
She wasn't herself. But, in a way, she was. For five years, she wasn't herself. Expressionless. Loveless. Nothingness. Now, she had an expression. She showed love. Her eyes weren't a black abyss. They had feeling. She was my mom. Too bad she became my mom when I couldn't respond to the feeling.
I left.
"Are you alright?" Freddie asked concern etched on his face. Freddie never went without emotion. Whether it be concern of happiness. Fear or bravery.
"No. I don't deal well with…sadness." And, I didn't. I was the tough girl. The bully. The tomboy. But, under it all, I wasn't. It was a cover. For my life. For everything.
He smiled knowingly. "And, how could you. For years, you've worked hard not to let things affect you. But, keeping everything bottled up, will only cause an explosion."
"Yeah. An explosion. I guess I always took my anger at my mother and father out on unsuspecting geeks," I looked at him sheepishly. "Sorry about that, by the way."
He laughed softly.
The phone rang.
"Hello…Mrs. Puckett…A strange feeling?...I know what you mean…No…It's not a ghost…It's definitely not her ghost…She's alive, Mrs. Puckett…Believe me…Bye." He hung up.
"That was my mom." It was a statement. But, it was a question, too.
"Yeah. She said she felt a 'presence' in the living room. She thinks it's your ghost."
And, in a way, it was.
A/N: Okay, sorry for the week's wait. Now, since most people wanted the star to be in a few months. That's what it is, for now (i.e. the poll is still open). In the next chapter, I'll say exactly how long until the star. So, if you have any ideas for the exact amount of months, review. Au revoir, SheriffBoB.