Chapter 7.

I don't own iCarly.

General P.O.V.

Sam put her usual black coat on, gloves, scarf, everything she needed to keep her warm. She pulled her warm shoes on. She kneeled down, not wanting to bend down because her ribs still hurt a bit, and grabbed her backpack from the ground. She slung it on her shoulder and walked out her door. Sam locked her door, and walked to the pawn shop. She opened the door and went inside. She walked to the cashier. "Hey Mark. I've got something for you." Sam pulled out a bag of her mom's engagement rings. "How much?"

Mark, the cashier, took the bag and observed it. "How many's in here?"

"Thirty-four." She said in a monotone.

"Damn, that's a whole lot. Does she get some a lot?"

"Dude." Sam said in an exasperated tone. "Just tell me how much."

"Hm. Around 1200 each?" (A/N BTW, idk how much the real amount is when you sell blah blah to the blah blah.)

"Take."

"Alright." Mark said, putting the bag in the drawer and giving me the money. "Knock yourself out."

"Thanks, Mark." Sam walked out the shop, and continued her usual route to school. She reached the huge doors of Ridgeway, and went inside. Sam walked to her beat up locker and opened it, grabbing the books she needed for her next class.

"Hello Samantha." She heard a voice say behind her. She turned around to face Carly.

"It's Sam. Sam. " She corrected Carly.

"Whatever." Carly said before glaring at her and walking away.

The bell rang and Sam walked to her math class, sitting down in her usual seat. She took out her binder and pencil, ready to start class. She knew she never really paid attention to class, but she had no one to ask help from now whenever she didn't pay attention, so she'd rather pay attention than fail.

Freddie took his usual seat next to her.

Mr. K told the whole class, "Okay students, this is your independent practice for today. If you don't finish, it is not homework."

Freddie gave Sam a soft nudge. "So how's the arm and ribs, Puckett?"

Sam smiled, remembering the nicknames they always gave each other. "It's fine. Only hurts whenever there's pressure on it. Doc gave me a note so I could get out of P.E. She told me to stay away from anything that requires moving too much."

"That's good. I'm watching you. You better not do anything too physical." Freddie warned.

"I'll try not to. My ribs'll heal soon, anyway, so don't worry."

"Just be careful."

Sam sighed, irritated by how Freddie wanted her to watch herself. "I get it."

"Samantha?" Mr. K said.

"Um, yeah?" She asked.

"Could I see you for a second? You too, Fredward." Mr. K requested.

Sam and Freddie shot each other confused looks, but went to get up anyway and go to his desk. "Um, what do you want to talk to us about, Mr. K?" Freddie asked him.

Mr. K took his glasses off and stared at his computer screen. "Samantha, judging from your grades, I could tell you are really struggling with math, am I correct?" Sam briefly nodded. "Well, Fredward, since you're the top student in this class, I would like to ask you if you can tutor Ms. Puckett."

"Um, yeah, sure. Okay." Freddie replied.

Mr. K just nodded, and asked Sam, "You're okay with this, right Samantha?"

"Yeah, I'm totally fine. I was about to ask for help anyway." Sam replied.

"Very well. You may go back to doing your work." He said.

Sam and Freddie went back to their seats. "So, after school? My place?" Freddie asked Sam, starting to open his math book.

"Is Crazy going to be there?"

"Uh, yeah."

"My place."

"Yeah, your place." Freddie agreed.

The day went by, and soon school was over, and Sam and Freddie walked to Sam's house.

Well that was short and lacked details. Yeah, sorry. Lol.

Review? Yes?

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