I tried to keep this from becoming rushed like the last chapter. Hope you enjoy. Remember: I don't own iCarly.

iTry To Escape

I heard a knock at the door. Melanie. I sighed, and threw myself onto my bed, waiting for my mom to open the door and let in the horror that was my twin. The knocking continued, and I faced a horrible possibility: My mom wasn't home. That wasn't so horrible except usually when my mom wasn't home, she was in jail. And if she was in jail, I would have to live alone with my sister. I hurriedly snatched my PearPhone out of my pocket, and dialed in the number to the local jail. I rung a couple times, and I waited impatiently. Finally I heard, "Hello?" and I quickly replied, "Have you arrested Pam Puckett in the last four hours or so?"

I heard the shuffling of some papers then a reply, "Yes. She'll be in jail for three-six months."

"What'd she do this time?" I asked, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

"Looks like she got in a fight with a cop."

"Oh, okay bye." I said as I hung up. I bet you're wondering why he gave me the info on my mom. Well, you see, every cop at the station has arrested either my mom or me, and the know us really well. I realized that Meanie was still at the door, and I got an idea. Grinning, I quickly found a firecracker and set it off near the door, screaming, "Raid! This is a raid!" with a terrified expression on her face, Melanie burst through the door screaming. When she saw me standing there grinning, her terror turned to anger.

"The minute I get home, you play a prank on me? Sam, seriously. I-" She suddenly realized mom wasn't there, "-Where's mom?"

"Jail." I answered nonchalantly, and she groaned.

"Not again."

"Yes, again! She won't be out for 3-6 months, so while you're here, I'm in charge." Melanie crossed her arms.

"Why are you in charge? I was born first!"

"Yeah, but this is my house!"

"Whatever." Melanie was not one to get into fights, so she just asked,

"Where do I sleep?"

"On the couch." I replied, and watched her walk into the living room. Scowling, I yelled,

"Going over to Carly's!" and slammed the door, but not in time to avoid hearing her muffled

"I'm coming too!" I scowled again. Then I looked up at the sky and screamed "Why?!" as loud as possible. I caught a bus to Carly's apartment, and looked up to the ninth floor. I snuck into the lobby, grabbed a rope and a broom, and snuck back out. I then proceeded to tin the broom to the end of the rope. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, I finally loped the rope around a balcony railing about three stories up. The broom sailed towards me a and I caught it and held both ends firmly in my grasp. Then I started inching up the rope. Every floor I would stop at a balcony to rest, and when I got to the third story I threw the rope up another three stories. I almost fell a couple of times, but made it the sixth floor without dyeing. I really should have worked harder in gym class. I was sweating now, and breathing hard. Only three more stories to go. I started climbing. My arms ached so much…There! I inched over to Carly's window, which happened to be her bedroom window, and pushed myself in. I saw her closet, and snuck inside. Good thing I kept a secret Fat Cake supply in the corner, and thank God Carly hadn't found it. Water could be a problem but the bathroom was right next to the closet. I then prepared myself to live in Carly's closet for as long as possible. I know you're thinking: What about school? I thinking: Screw school. After eating 10 out of the 256 Fat Cakes, I decided to sleep. If only I had a TV in there…Whatever. I'll sneak out and steal a small one later. For now…sleep. The closet was really uncomfortable, so I took a bunch of Carly's clothes boxes, emptied them to make a bed, the arranged the boxes in suck a way it would be hard to see me. Ah, sleep at last.

I woke to the sound of closet doors opening, and I held my breath. I heard Carly muttering about a pink shirt with a heart on it, oh no I was lying on a pink shirt with a heart on it. I was holding my breath still and I almost passed out from lack of air. I allowed myself a few small breaths. I held my breath again, but I knew it was hopeless as soon as I saw the boxes move. I covered my face with my hands, but soon heard, "Sam! You can't hide from your sister!" Great Melanie was here.

"Get out of the closet!"

"Fine." I grumbled and turned around slowly.

As I was crawling out of the closet, Carly asked me, "How'd you get in here anyway?"

"Rope and a broom. I came in through the window." I replied. Carly just shook her head. I slowly walked down the stairs and saw Melanie taking to Spencer. When she saw me, she said, "There you are!" In that annoying cheery voice of hers.

"Here I am." I replied sarcastically.

I was then forced to spend three hours watching TV while sitting on the same couch as her. Finally me and Melanie (I refuse to use good grammar) went home and got ready for bed.

"See you at school tomorrow!" Melanie said to me, and I just grunted knowing I would sleep in 'til eight as usual and be late for school. So she was right. I would not see her until school.

I realized something. Carly had never found my Fat Cake stash. Well, that was one good thing. My phone beeped telling me I had a text message. It was from Carly and it said, I know about the fat cakes. Damn, it was like she could read my mind. Or maybe she saw all the Fat Cake wrappers. My day had officially sucked.