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iCross Dress
Ch1. Karma
Carly Shay was never known to have anxiety, yet there she was, huffing and puffing, clearly on the brink of having a panic attack. She gripped the letter Sam had tossed onto the floor, until it began to wrinkle under her finger tips. It seemed her worst nightmare was finally coming true, BECAUSE
there was a possibility iCarly could end…….for good.
Carly lifted her head and looked towards the kitchen. Her yellow-headed friend was scavenging through her fridge. "What is this Sam?" She hollered while waving the letter around like a flag. Her body shivered with tremors. She was just that infuriated.
Sam rolled her eyes as she retrieved a large bowl of leftover spaghetti. "Calm down Carls. It's just a letter."
A sigh slipped between Carly's lips, and her shoulders dropped as she tried to relieve herself of her Sam induced stress. "You're pushing your luck and you know it." She said as she walked over to the refrigerator. She kicked the door closed, because Sam had a habit of leaving it open, then folded her arms over her chest. A brilliant scowl disfigured her mouth, and her eyes glistened with an intense glare. Sam lifted the bowl to her face, avoiding all eye contact.
"What did you do Sam? Tell me now!" Carly tried her best to keep her voice at an indoor level, but she was failing miserably.
"Is it really that big of a deal?" The blonde yawned. She shoved her hand into the bowl and scooped out a meatball.
Carly bit her lip. She was so frustrated. How could Sam be so apathetic? Was her brain not registering the extent of how much crap she was in? Of how much crap she was putting Carly and Freddie in?" "Yes, it's a big deal! Why wouldn't it be a big deal? Do you even know what this letter is saying?"
Sam chewed her food slowly. "Something about attending a new school next year. Blah, blah, and more blah." She answered nonchalantly. "So I got into a little trouble, and now Principal Franklin and his monkeys want to send me to a school for the troubled." She carelessly folded her hands into the pasta. "I don't see why your getting so worked up. I mean, I've been wanting to peace out of Ridgeway since the third grade, and now I have the chance. If anything, I thought you'd be happy for me."
Carly's mouth dropped open in disbelief. Sam was kidding, right? She didn't honestly believe she was being sent off to a different school.
"Seriously, what's the chiz?" The blonde looked at Carly genuinely confused.
"Sam," she snapped, "this is a letter confirming you're registration to Seattle's one year, juvenile delinquent, correctional program!"
Sam stopped eating and stared at her best friend with eyes as wide as saucers. Carly nodded her head, pleased that Sam's apathy had finally disappeared.
"Welp," The blonde slurred out of the side of her mouth, "I guess I better go pack." She said and shoved one last handful of spaghetti down her throat. She pushed herself away from the table and made her way to the front door. Carly quickly flipped her around.
"Wait, are you really just gonna go through with this?" She freaked.
"Of course not. I'm running away."
"Sam, you can't do that!"
"Then what am I suppose to do?" She asked angrily.
Carly tapped her foot against the floor, a sign that she was about to come up with some sort of idea, and Sam crept back to her cold, Italian dish.
"Well, depending on how serious your stupid act of shenanigans was," the brown haired girl started, "there's a possibility that I could make a negotiation with principal Franklin and the school board and have them suspend you until the end of the semester. I can convince them to do that instead of sending you to jail for an entire year."
Sam's lips puckered as she slurped up a noodle. "Hmm, that might work." She replied as she swallowed.
"I hope!" Carly wailed, her hair springing out on its ends. "You know, sometimes I think your head is full of bacon grease!"
"I wish." Sam mumbled as she dropped a glob of sauce into her mouth.
"Ok, I'm here; so what's the emergency!" Freddie shouted after he shoved the apartment door open. Both Carly and Sam turned their heads in his direction
"Did you have to bring the chicken head into this too." Sam grunted and pitched the remains of her meal into the sink. "I'm already annoyed."
"Sam's going to Juvie!" Carly ran up to her geeky friend and slapped the letter into the middle of his chest. "Read it." She ordered. Freddie glanced down at the paper then pulled it from under Carly's hand. He read the note to himself, and Carly waited impatiently for his reaction. She had expected him to stress out and panic, like she herself was doing, but when he finished, he just blinked and shrugged.
"I left my Galaxy Wars, club meeting for this?" He stated simply and looked over at Sam accusingly. "This doesn't surprise me at all."
"And you being in a club, made specifically for nerds and nubs, doesn't surprise me at all." She shot back as she walked over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the family room.
"Good one Sam." Freddie replied sarcastically. He angrily sat down on the couch. "That insult was so original. I'll be sure to reward you with a cookie later." He added.
Sam narrowed her eyes. Freddie smirked at her condescendingly.
"You. Like. Penises." She declared.
The nub furiously glared at her.
"Don't start you guys!" Carly spoke up and lifted her hands to her head. "Freddie, this is serious."
"How is this serious?" The technician scoffed. "Sam is finally getting what she deserves. It's karma; there's nothing more to it." A banana flew across the room and beamed him in the head just as he finished talking. "Ow," he cried, rubbing the back of his head, "Sam!"
"It's karma." She mocked, rearranging the small tower of fruit she had disassembled.
"Do you see what I mean?" Freddie looked at Carly and spread out his arms, emphasizing his point.
"And what about iCarly!" She shouted. The room became awkwardly silent. "Does the web show mean anything to you two?" She tried not to sound desperate, but her friends were being difficult. She turned and looked at Freddie. "Do you really expect to continue the show without Sam?" She asked.
The boy looked down at his feet. "No." He answered guiltily.
"And did you ever stop to think that maybe, one day, the consequences of your actions might lead to the cancellation of our show?" She turned to Sam, holding back the raging urge to lecture her.
"No." Sam replied.
"This isn't a joke, ok. Right now we have a very bad issue to deal with, and if we don't figure out something soon," She sighed, "then iCarly is going to be over."
"iCarly is not going to be over." Freddie replied, lifting his head up. "I don't know what it is were gonna have to do to fix things, but I'll do whatever it takes."
"Same here." Sam agreed while walking into the living room. "Whatever it takes." She reiterated and linked her arm through Carly's. "And then I'll never ship Ms. Briggs furniture to Taiwan ever again."
"Sam!" Carly and Freddie looked at each other than back at the mischievous blonde. They both were at a lost for words.
"She had it coming." Sam shrugged and sat on the couch. She threw her feet up on the table and grabbed the remote. "It's Karma. Right Freddie?" She nudged the boy's side with her elbow.
"Su-Sure Sam, whatever you say." He replied, leaning back in his seat and throwing his arm over his eyes.
Carly shook her head irritably and walked back into the kitchen. "I need a drink." She whined.
So I decided to split the first chapter into three parts and make it into three chapters. I did it so I could update quicker. Although, after the third chapter the length of each chapter will be a minimum of 2500 words; so if you're into bigger chunks of story, you will get what you want. Trust me.