A/N: Sorry for the wait. And, for those of you who guessed Spencer, you were correct. Also, I made a mistake in the last chapter, the star is on March first as I originally stated. Sorry. Anyway…

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Aren't we always told that we should looked for the good in things. The bright side. Well, I've never exactly been a 'glass is half full' kind of person, but I figured I should make the best of my situation. You know, have a little fun with it. Treat invisibility like a superpower instead of a curse.

In other words, it's a GREAT chance to freak a few people out.

I was calmly sitting at my seat in Mrs. Briggs' class when I thought of this possibility. An evil grin spread across my normally bored features. Freddie noticed right away. "I know that look. That's the look before you…NO! N. O. NO," he whispered at me. But, as he said this, I could see an equally excited grin stretch over his face. He wanted me to do it. No matter what he said.

I stood from my seat, scooting toward the front of the classroom. First, I was going to do the classic 'nails on chalkboard' stunt.

*SCREECH*

Okay…OW! Mrs. Briggs turned to the board covering her ears. (She should be used to this kind of noise after listening to those bagpipes. *shudder*) "What in the world was that?!" Next, I took a piece of chalk and scratched out a message that read 'This is all your fault, Briggs! You did this to me! YOU DID IT!!!' She gasped as several of the girls shrieked.

"The room's haunted!" someone called as the entirety of the class ran toward the door trying to all squeeze out at once. Geniuses. Freddie, Carly, and I just stood watching this chaos that I had created laughing inwardly.

By the end of the day, I had gotten us out of three more classes and gave Gibby a 'floating' wedgie. Fun stuff.

Currently, we were huddled around a sculpture made of various meats. Spencer was showing it to Carly and Freddie. The meat-figure was a life-size statue of me. It was apparently my memorial. "Man, I look so tasty," I drooled.

"Sam," Freddie chided. "Please, don't eat yourself. It'd be too…weird."

"You can't tell me it's never been one of your dreams to eat a life-size sculpture of yourself."

"No, actually I can."

Carly glanced in our direction. "Can what?"

"Sam is drooling over herself. Literally. She seriously says it's one of her dreams to…"

"…Eat a life-size sculpture of herself?" Carly cut him off.

"How'd you know?" Freddie looked a bit confused.

"She told me a while ago. It's old news." Wow, Carly has a great memory. What are best friends for?

"That's just…disturbing…" Freddie looked at me eyebrows raised. "Very disturbing…And a bit disgusting." He turned away from Spencer's 'meat man' (or…you know…woman) to get a glass of tea from the fridge.

"Sam, why don't you stay over at my house tonight?" Carly asked. I grabbed my pad of paper to write my response.

"'Sure, whatever, but I'm going back to Freddie's in the morning.'"

"Why?" I dropped the notepad and pencil refusing to respond to that question. "You like him don't you?" I just walked away. "Sam? Sam!? SAM!? Ugh," she huffed. "Now that's just mean."

A/N: So…How was it? R & R. Paalam, SheriffBoB.