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Get your tissues out, because here comes a (sort of) sad chapter!
Chapter 4
Previously on iAm Not That Tough
As she finishes, she knows it's all worth it to see the shocked expressions on their faces. Freddie is the first to recover and speak. "Well, that was…"
"Amazing," Freddie finishes. "Sam, I never knew you could sing that well."
Speechless still, all of her other classmates nod their heads in perfect unison.
Sam beams. "Thanks. I love singing, it's incredibly fun."
"So do I," Missy interrupts. "I'm an amazing singer, you know. Might I go next, Ms. Ackerman?"
"Do you have the song memorized, Missy?" Ms. Ackerman questions.
Missy rolls her eyes, as if it was totally stupid for Ms. Ackerman even to ask that question. "Of course. I've had it memorized for a while now."
"Then you may go next, Missy," Ms. Ackerman motions to the front and sits down. "Oh, and by the way Samantha, you have a hundred. Of course."
As Sam makes her way back to her seat, Carly high-fives her, Freddie beams at her and Gibby gives her a nod that says, 'That was pretty good, Puckett'. Grinning, she takes her seat, then snickers as she remembers a crucial fact- Missy can't sing.
At a karaoke party five years ago, Missy had gotten booed off the stage, due to the amount of near-bleeding ears her singing (if you could call it that) had produced.
Carly gives her a what are you laughing at look, then she seems to remember, and changes her look to one that is more of a don't be rude look. But Sam can't help it, so she keeps snickering.
Ms. Ackerman begins on the piano, and Missy starts in with her warbling. "When I am dow- wow- wown and oh, my soul! So weary!"
Shocked looks appear on all their faces again, but this time for a different reason and Sam knows exactly what they are thinking. Gibby bites his plump bottom lip to keep from laughing and Freddie lets out a small laugh. Wendy giggles from behind her hands.
"When troubles COME and my poor heart burdened beeeeeeee!" Missy booms. She sounds like a dying goat.
Now even Carly lets out a small giggle. Ms. Ackerman frowns and stops playing. "Missy, I'm afraid you're a bit off key."
"A bit?" Sam comments, which makes the entire class break out into laughter.
"Now, now," Ms. Ackerman calls, and they only laugh harder. Once they finally quiet down, Ms. Ackerman tells them, "You shouldn't laugh at this girl because of her poor singing. Sit down, Missy."
They all try to refrain from laughter as a humiliated Missy returns to her seat.
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Sam logs onto her MSN account after school that day to catch up on all the latest gossip. After careful deliberation, she forms a group chat with Carly and Wendy.
Sam: Yo Carly
Sam: Do u like Freddie? K
Carly: yea I like him
Wendy: like like? or like? ;)
Carly: LIKE LIKE
Sam blinks twice. Of course she does. Of course she just has to like the same guy as Sam.
Of course.
She isn't sure what to say.
Sam: K haha, great
That doesn't give anything away (and hopefully doesn't give any indication that she is being sarcastic).
Wendy: aww u guys are great together
Sam sighs. Wendy, like everyone else in the world, has no idea that Sam likes Freddie but it still stings whenever she says that (whenever anyone says that). And people say stuff like that a lot.
Carly: yea!
Wendy: Oh Carly, I have good news for u
Oh great, this won't end well. She decides that she might as well log off now, but her curiosity gets the best of her (as it always does).
Sam: …
There is nothing else for her to say at the moment.
Carly: yes?
Wendy: Shane said to FB that u liked him, and then Shane asked FB do u like Carly during PE… and he didn't answer and just walked faster and Shane said so u do… and he kept quiet… and then Shane said so u do… and he ran away from Shane… so Shane thinks he likes u!
Carly: yes… I'm pretty positive he likes me actually!
Carly: lol
Sam's heart drops.
Wendy: how? Lol
Sam bites her lip to keep from bursting into tears as she waits for a response.
Carly: don't tell anyone k?
Carly: But on MSN he told me he likes me. Don't tell anyone, Wendy!
In complete and total shock, Sam clicks X on the conversation box. She knows she has nothing to say to either of them.
Sam Puckett has left the conversation.
As she sits there, wondering if either of them would message her again (if either of them cared), she suddenly breaks and a solitary tear runs down her face. She rubs at it violently, reminding herself again and again that she doesn't cry, ever. And especially not over some stupid nubby boy.
Carly: how r u?
She deliberates whether to message her back, whether to admit what she's been dying not to. Finally she decides to, it doesn't matter now anyway.
Sam: …not good
Carly: why?
Thinking about it carefully, she finally puts the safe answer.
Sam: I think u kno why
Carly: Freddie thing…
Sam: …yeah
Carly: maybe u shouldn't take so seriously, because he will probably stop liking me soon anyway.
Sam: …sure
She isn't saying much, her hands are trembling which prevents her from typing. It's not like she'd have much to say if her hands were stable.
Carly: well, we r best friends, so I told u the truth.
Sam: I know
Carly: and he is ur friend XD
Sam: whatever
Carly: I thought u didn't even like him? Like that
Sam: um, k, about that…
She was preparing to admit her greatest secret.
Carly: ahh come on, please don't be mad!
Sam: what?
Carly: don't be mad because I told u please? I told u because I think I can trust u so I know u won't laugh about it in public…
Sam: Why the heck would I laugh at that?
Carly: I don't know? I think people already laughed at him for that
Sam: I'm just so confused…upset…I don't know what is going on.
She's telling the truth (for once), she's confused and upset and feels like she wants to go out and kick the wall repeatedly until it finally falls down. She knows how much will change from this moment and she doesn't want it to SO badly.
Carly: ahh I'm sorry! Maybe I shouldn't have told u if u were gonna be sad…I'm sorry
Sam: no, u should've told me, it's fine
Carly: but I can trust u right? not to tell or sth?
Sam: yeah I guess
It's not like she wants to tell anyone, it'll just make her even more upset.
Carly: okok!
Sam: I wanted to kno, but it still doesn't feel that good. U don't know how lucky u are.
Carly: just don't hate me please!
Sam: I don't hate u
Carly: k good. Sorry to tell u over msn!
Sam: it's ok, it's better u don't see how I react… I think
Carly: all right
She finally just logs out of MSN, and she's NOT looking forward to school the next day.
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She wears a lot of eyeliner the next day, a sign of mourning since she can't wear black like she wants to (not that anyone cares, anyway). Of course the first person she runs into is Missy.
"Hello, Samantha," Missy sneers.
"Hi, Loser Who Sings Like a Dying Cow," Sam retorts.
Valerie looks confused. "Dying cows can't sing."
"Exactly," Sam rolls her eyes. Valerie's the stupidest person she's ever met.
"Oh, puh-leez," Missy snorts. "You're just jealous that Freddie likes me better."
Sighing, Sam finally says, "He doesn't like either of us that way, Missy. Just trust me."
"What do you mean?" Missy asks frantically, but Sam's already walking off toward her locker when suddenly she bumps into someone with a pair of brown eyes. Deep brown eyes.
Oh, crap.
Ooh, cliffy!
Poor Sam. Her MSN conversations in this chap are exact copy/paste from the ones I had with my friend about my crush… well, it's better now, I won't tell you why, that'll ruin an upcoming chapter! But get ready for a lot of drama coming your way!
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