Carly looked at the math book in her hands and sighed. 'This is going to be one bad day.' She thought to herself as she leaned against the lockers. She let out a big yawn and looked down.

"Helllooo." Sam waved her hand in front of Carly's face. She jumped.

"Huh? What?"

"Dude, I asked if you could hand me your notebook."

"Oh you did? Sorry!" Carly responded as she pulled out her red history notebook from her locker and handed it to her friend.

"Thanks." Sam took the notebook. "Anyways, what's up? You looked like you were going to pass out a few seconds ago. You alright?" Sam's face showed a bit of concern which made Carly realize that her best friend does have the ability to act nice and could pull off being 'Carly'.....if she tried. That was the only tough part, getting Sam to 'try'.

"I'm just...tired." Carly covered her mouth and yawned. "Extremely tired. It's weird!"

"Yeah? Well I'm not, surprisingly! Usually I'm the morning zombie." Sam laughed for a second but then stopped when she realized Carly's eyelids were starting to go down. "Hey Carls!" Sam reached over and shook her friend's shoulder.

"Sorry, again! I keep spacing out! I don't know why." Carly shook her head to try and wake herself up. Sam stared at her for a moment and then snapped her fingers in realization.

"That's it!" She turned around and went back to her locker.

"What's it?" Carly asked, curiously as she peered over her friend's shoulder.

"This." Sam turned around holding an orange lollipop.

"Uh..."

"I always need one of these to start the day! Or five!" Sam smiled as Carly looked at the lollipop awkwardly.

"I don't think it's going to...."

"Oh just eat it!" Sam ripped the wrapper off it and shoved it into Carly's mouth.

"MMFFF!" Carly pulled it out and coughed a bit. "Geeze Sam! You could of choked me!"

"It has a stick. If you started to choke, you could of pulled it out."

"Not if the stick went down too!"

"Oh be quiet and eat your lollipop." Sam responded. Carly rolled her eyes.

"A lollipop isn't going to do anything."

"The sugar's going to kick you into gear. Now you finish that lollipop! I know my body better than you." Sam crossed her arms and looked at Carly.

"You're right." She finally admitted. "This is your body. I'm sorry, I'll eat your lollipop." Carly took a lick. "But you do know that just because the sugar gives you energy now, it causes a crash later."

"Duh, no chizz. Why do you think I use that method? The crash comes just in time for math class." Sam smiled, obviously proud of her skills in figuring stuff like this out.

"Sam...." There was a tone of disapproval in Carly's voice. 'I'm not looking forward to that crash..' Carly thought to herself as she continued eating the lollipop. But she knew she had to respect Sam's wishes if she wanted Sam to respect hers.

"Ugh, we have to get going." Sam muttered as she pulled her own notebook out of her locker and handed it to Carly.

"Let me guess, this isn't your history notebook?"

"Yeah it is."

"Really?" Carly was shocked. She flipped open the book and sure enough it said history on the front page. She then flipped to the next page and it said math. The next one said health, and so on. "Sam, do you use this notebook for everything?" Carly cocked an eyebrow.

"Yup. Less junk to carry." Sam replied. Carly shrugged.

"Fine, I can deal with that. At least I have your history notes with me." Carly flipped past the title pages to take a quick peek at the notes. Instead, she was met with a bunch of blank paper. "Are you kidding me?" She stated flatly.

"What?"

"Sam, the year's almost over! How do you not have ANY notes?" Carly asked in disbelief.

"Skill." She smiled.

"That's not what I'd call it!" Carly shouted. 'Wow, Sam's even lazier than I thought.' She thought to herself as she looked at the empty notebook. Just then the minute bell rang.

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"Alright, let's get going." Carly reached over and shut her own locker.

"Sure, one moment." Sam reached back into hers one last time, then closed it with a clank.

"What did you grab?"

"These." Sam held up a bunch of colorful lollipops.

"Oh c'mon!" Carly grabbed Sam by the hand and dragged her towards class.


Meanwhile, Gibby saw the two girls leave. He then walked around the corner to another set of lockers where Freddie was crouching down.

"Are they gone?" He asked.

"Yeah, they just left." Gibby replied.

"Thanks!" And with that Freddie got up and walked to his class leaving Gibby standing there in confusion.

"Um you're welcome." Gibby scratched his head. He knew something wasn't right with the iCarly gang but he just shrugged it off and walked to his class.


While making their way down the hallway, Carly and Sam dodged the unlucky kids running to their classes which were on the other side of the building. The two girls finally reached room 214, Mr. Slater's history class. As they walked in with a few other students, the teacher greeted them by the door.

"Hello Charles."

"Teacher dude." Charles pointed at him before taking his seat.

"Good day Emily."

"You too Mr. Slater!" Emily smiled as she took her seat.

"Nice to see you Carly."

"Um yeah." Sam replied, not used to kind welcomes from teachers. As Carly walked in the doorway behind Sam, the last bell rang.

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"SAMANTHA PUCKETT YOU'RE LATE!" Mr. Slater turned towards her angrily with his arms crossed.

"What?!" Carly exclaimed. "I was right behind--"

"NO EXCUSES!"

"But I--"

"And is that a lollipop in your mouth?" Mr. Slater pointed towards the candy dangling from her lips.

"Yes." Carly replied, feeling quite small right about now.

"No food is to be eaten in my classroom! Spit it out. NOW."

"Ok!" Carly ran over to a garbage can and threw it in.

"That's better, now take your seat!"

"Yes sir." Carly ran over to her desk and sat right next to Sam.

"Do you think you are being funny Samantha?"

"No sir." Carly could feel her voice quivering. 'What now?' She thought as she knew all eyes in the room were on her. Meanwhile Sam was watching this whole thing angrily.

'C'mon Carly, stick up for yourself....er myself!' She thought to herself as she clenched her fists.

"Then I suggest you fix the problem." Mr. Slater growled to Carly.

"Uh, what problem?" She replied as a few kids snickered in the back.

"You're on thin ice with me..." He warned.

'What is he talking about?' Carly gulped and looked over at her best friend for help. Sam just shrugged, not knowing what the problem was either. Carly watched as Sam tilted her head towards the teacher and punched a fist into her hand. Carly shook her head 'no' to her friend. Sam just slumped down in her seat, knowing Carly chickened out from defending herself. 'I'm sorry.' Carly thought to her, seeing her disappointment. That was when she finally realized the problem. They were in the wrong seats. Sam was technically sitting in her own, but it was Carly who the teacher saw in Sam's seat.

"Oh um Carly, we seem to be sitting in the wrong seats." Carly stated loudly to Sam who sat up and looked at her with a questioning face before she realized what was up.

"Ohhh....." Sam understood.

"Can you two girls get in your proper seats so we can begin class?" Mr. Slater looked at the two best friends as they quickly grabbed their things and switched seats. "Children, you can all thank Ms. Puckett for wasting your precious class time."

"Thanks!" The class responded genuinely. They were appreciative of the time wasting and Mr. Slater could hear it in their voices.

"Why do I bother?" He groaned to himself as he turned around towards the white board and started to write down the lesson for the day.

Meanwhile, Carly sat at Sam's desk, quiet and deep in thought. 'What was up with that? Mr. Slater bit my head off and I didn't even do anything that bad. Well...ok he bit Sam's head off but still! Neither I nor Sam did anything to deserve that! He made me feel horrible!' As Carly sat there, Sam tossed a note to her. It hit her on the head and fell onto the desk. Carly was shaken out of her thoughts and glanced at the crumpled up note laying on her desk. She then looked over and saw Sam motioning for her to open it. Carly picked it up and opened the piece of paper. It was covered in Sam's messy handwriting. She started to read it.

Hey C,

I didn't want to talk because it's too quiet in here right now and he'll catch us whispering. Anyways, dude, ya gotta defend yourself! I wouldn't of taken that crap from Mr. Hater. Why'd you give in so easily? You should of at least insulted him three times throughout that conversation. Yes, I counted. Man, you have to work at your sass, Sassmaster!

Carly finished reading and looked over at Sam who shrugged. Carly then picked up a pen and started to write down a response.

I'm not used to defending myself from TEACHERS. But really, that was brutal! I did nothing wrong! Well ok, the lollipop wasn't allowed, but still...Anyways, I'm sorry I got you in trouble Sam. I didn't mean it. =(

Carly looked around to see if the coast was clear, and then tossed the note back to Sam. She watched as Sam read it.

'Ugh, Carls, you don't understand!' Sam thought as she scribbled down another message and tossed it back. Carly caught it and read the response.

I don't care about getting in trouble, I always get in trouble. So no worries bout that! It's just, you chickened out! If you want to be me you're going to have to stand up for yourself! None of this yes sir/no sir junk. And don't worry if you get sent to the principal's office. Mr. Franklin expects me to show up daily.

Carly thought for a moment, before continuing to write down another message. When she finished, she once again threw the paper back towards her friend. Sam opened it and started to read.

But Sam, something about this was wrong. It feels as if the teacher yelled at me --technically you-- for no reason. You shouldn't have to think up insults for teachers because they shouldn't treat you this way! It's not right. I never really noticed until now. You always make the fights look humorous and stuff....but you shouldn't have to deal with this especially when you didn't do anything wrong.

Carly watched as Sam read her latest note. She saw her sigh, then write down something quickly and toss it back. Carly caught it and looked at the message. Her heart felt heavy as she read Sam's words.

I always do something wrong.


So how's that for an ending statement? Anyways, I wanted to get another chapter up before tomorrow! I have to attend my graduation! =) Four miserable years of high school done, whoo hoo! As always, I love getting reviews! Please leave them if you're reading!