Aw, I got the best reviews! I love you guys (: Oh, and if I forgot to mention, this story is dedicated to Futurewriter because she's awesome and was the first to say something about it on a form (: Sorry it's a late chapter, I've had band camp all day everyday for 3 weeks!
Review of the chapter!- jade
2010-07-13 . chapter 1
its really goes so far you SHOULD continue if u do ill be the happiest girl ever
Reply- aw, thanks! I'm here to please (:
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Carly was sitting on the computer on the island when she got an email from a local acting school in Seattle.
Dear Miss Carly Shay,
Due to your outstanding application, and you web show,
You have been one of the exclusive students chosen
To participate in a year long after school program
At "Fine Arts Academy" from 4 to 8 every night except for
Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.
If you except please visit us as soon as you can.
Thank you.
"SPENCER!" Carly yelled frantically.
"What? What?" Spencer came in with only a towel and light up duck socks on.
"Why are you- never mind, I got in! The FAF!" Carly yelled, then showed him the email.
"That's great kiddo! But… What about Sam?" Sam was still in the hospital, but would call Carly and be getting out later that afternoon.
"What about her?"
"Well, didn't they say someone has to be trained to be with her and help her almost all the time? You can't do that if when you go back to school next week you'll hardly be around."
"Freddie could do it!" Carly said.
"Freddie, our Freddie, watch Sam, our Sam?" Spencer said, not believing it.
"Well, we'll have to convince him, but he'll do it! We've got to go there to say I want to!"
"If you say- AH!" Spencer yelled as his right sock caught on fire.
As Spencer and Carly put his sock out, across town Sam sat in the hospital, waiting for Carly, or for now anyone to pick her up.
"Young Miss, do you wish for us to contact someone for you?" Sam had had Freddie describe her doctor for her, he said that he was a tall man with thinning gray hair, silver rimmed huge glasses, and a gray mustache.
"I can do it, just gimme the phone!" Sam said, and he poked her in the right arm so she would know where it was.
She struggled for a minute until the doctor gently pulled it out of her hand.
"What is the number?" He sighed, knowing that she would try to not have any help at all. Bless the poor person that would go through the training to help her.
"123-45678" Sam grunted. She knew that she should just give up and let him help, but something inside just gave her that stubborn nature. He handed her back the phone.
"Hello?" Freddie answered Carly's phone.
"Fredwart? Why do you have Carly's phone?" Sam asked.
"She left it in my car last time we came over there, you ready to come home?"
"No, I'm calling to say I moved to Canada." Sam rolled her eyes, "yes! Come get me. I'm sick of this place."
"Okay, okay, I'm on my way." Freddie decided not to argue with her, because she must be under a lot of stress.
Sam hung up the phone and leaned her head back, but almost immediately brought it back up.
"OW!"
"Is your neck still sore?"
"Maybe a little…"
"Put some ice on it when you get home."
"Okay." They sat for a while in awkward silence, until Sam heard Freddie's car pull up.
He walked in a saw Sam sitting in the chair with her elderly doctor beside her, telling her that he was here.
"Dork, where you at?" Sam said, and then reached out her arm.
"Here." Freddie grabbed her hand and helped her up then linked arms with her so he could lead her where she needed to be.
He signed her out, and walked her to the car.
She reached out to see where the car was, and then grabbed the handle.
"I can do it." Freddie said, trying to be nice to the girl.
"I can do it, okay? I'm not COMPLETELY dependant on others!"
This was going to be a long drive.
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