A/N: Wow! You guys are the best! 12 reviews? Seriously? You made me happy! Normally I'd receive only 5 reviews. I don't know how to thank you enough. I hope you enjoy Chapter 1!

Also, I'm leaving a question below. It would be nice if you'd answer!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own iCarly. Dan Schneider does.

Bringing Carly Shay Down

Chapter 1 : Death Glares

Monday, September 1, 6:32 AM

Puckett Apartment

"Wait, are you sure you're not coming with me?"

I sigh for the tenth time this morning. "Mel, I'm not walking to school with you, okay? People will find out we're sisters and you know we have to keep that secret! I'm not going to let you ruin my plans!"

Melanie rolls her eyes. "Sam, that is the most absurd thing I ever heard from you. You're totally different now!" She looks at me from head to toe. "Red hair, skinny, girly...no one else would ever think that you're Samantha Puckett!"

I cover my ears after hearing my whole name, disgusted. "No, don't ever say that again, don't!"

"Samantha Pu-"

"MELANIE!" I yell at her in irritation.

"Okay, okay, relax!" Melanie walks up to me and brushes my hair with her fingers. "But I still don't think Carly would-"

"Don't mention her name in front of me." I say with clenched teeth. My hands ball into fists and smash the dining table, causing everything to jump at once.

Melanie's eyes widen becoming three times the usual size of her eyes. She shifts her look from the table to me.

I look at her and she frowns. "S-sorry." I apologize.

"But you know," Melanie sits on the chair, continuing with her statement. "I'm really sure she'll never think we're anything related to each other. If she suspects something, well, we could always come up with an excuse saying we're cousins or best friends."

"Lame excuse."

Melanie gives me a serious look. "Actually, your moving to Ridgeway seems to be a bad idea. Very bad."

"But no one can ever distinguish me as Sam Puckett anymore." A smirk forms on my lips, remembering about my plan.

"That exactly is my point, Sam." She shakes her head. "And I don't know if this is a good idea. You even made me transfer all the way to Ridgeway."

"Momma wants revenge." I say in a serious tone. "I'm taking away all from her."

"But if you're so full of yourself, why do you still intend to use the name "Cyril Clearwater" instead of Sam Puckett?" Melanie asks me.

"Do you think I would still go to you for help if I want it that way? I won't bother giving myself a new look just to do that and I can't see myself going through the same embarrassment all over again!"

Melanie looks offended. "Mel, I..." I try to apologize.

"No, no, it's okay Sam." She forces out a smile. "Let's go. Are you going ahead of me or what?"

"Or what." I grin.

"Sam." She sighs.

"You go ahead first." I look at my wristwatch. "I'll be leaving ten minutes after you go."

She nods. "Okay, see you at school."

"Bye." I wave at her. Before Melanie opens the front door I shout, "Call me Cyril at school, okay?"

There is no response from her. But I know she's smart enough to remember that. Well, hopefully.

Get ready, Carly Shay. This is the first day of destruction.

7:04 AM

Ridgeway High

I enter the school at exactly 7:04 AM, a lot earlier than my usual routine for the past few years. I'm now Cyril Clearwater so I have to get rid off Sam Habits. Um, habits like always being late for class, sleeping during lessons, answering back to a teacher, eating too much meat, not putting effort at anything, slacking off, making Freddie's life miserable...

Wait, what did I just say?

I freeze in my spot, unable to move a muscle. But then I start to realize that people are staring at me. I have successfully drawn their attention.

The hall comes to an awkward silence as soon as I walk through the halls. I walk slowly, trudging myself to the pathway and trying to look confident about myself. Hundreds of eyes are watching me, gradually melting Sam Puckett inside. Sam isn't used to getting attention...but Cyril does. I gulp and pray that I won't trip on my heels. They're my best friends.

Not.

I look around and see that there are five girls laughing across my locker as I round the corner and open mine. I take a quick glance at them and notice a brunette slamming her locker as she laughed her ass off, her books tightly clutched to her arms. Cheerleaders, I mumble to myself. After a few seconds, I suddenly realize that the girl who stands out the most in the clique is Carly Shay.

In my head, I spit on her image and step at her photo. I open my locker with gritted teeth, accidentally smashing all the books inside and slamming the door loudly. Carly Shay has no heart.

I turn around and see Melanie walking past me. She gives me a wink and a smile as she heads to the stairs, probably going to her first class. I look back at Carly again.

You're going to pay. I mentally kicked Carly in the butt.

Our eyes met for a second and Carly immediately stops laughing. There in her eyes is something I yearn to catch a glimpse of.

A glint of fear.

I smile at her deviously and take the books I'm using for first period when someone bumps me to me, causing my books to tumble down the marble floor.

"S-sorry." I hear him mutter.

I, trying to keep my reputation, just shrug off and smile. "No, it's okay. I'll pick 'em up."

We both kneel to the ground and pick my studying paraphernalia when our foreheads smash.

"Ouch." He rubbed his forehead.

To me, the pain is nothing. I am—was so used to it. I look at him and stare at his brown hair as he picked my books. He looks up and beams. "Here you go," He says as he puts the books in my hands. As soon as I see his face, I can't manage to let myself tear away from him. His hazel eyes locks into mine. I shudder in fear.

No, not now.

His eyes widen. He's just as shocked as I am. My lips tremble.

"Sam?"

The bell rings. I quickly get up and head to my class, running away.

Did he just call me Sam?

I don't look back, afraid of seeing his face again. When I do, I might just lose control of myself.

I hear a hundred footsteps but I listen closely as I feel someone following me. I close my eyes in fear as I turn the door knob to English class. At the moment my shaking hands touch the knob, an arm brushes on my skin. I look up and see him again.

"Why are you following me?" I hissed.

"I'm not following you." He answers back. "Can't you just say 'thank you' for what I did?"

"You knocked my books off to the ground. Why am I supposed to-"

He turns the knob and the door opens. Mrs. Briggs is standing in front, writing the word 'ENGLISH' on the board. Damn, first period and it's her!

She crosses her arms and walks to us. "Oh, Mr. Benson, for the first time you're late in class. Wow."

The boy beside me looks at his feet. Stupid nub.

"And," Mrs. Briggs turn to me, raising an eyebrow. "And you are?"

I clear my throat. "Cyril," I say, nodding. "Cyril Clearwater."

"Oh, I suppose you're new," She looks at me from head to toe. "Because I haven't seen you before." The old hag finishes her rude remark. "Now, the two of you, take your seats at the back row. Quickly, quickly!" She pushes our backs to our seats.

Ugh, of all places at the back. Not only that, I have to sit beside Fre—him!

"Way to pull out a Samantha Puckett." I heard Mrs. Briggs say.

I shot her a death glare. "What?" I snapped at her sharply.

Mrs. Briggs doesn't hear me. You're lucky you missed it, old hag.

The dork places his backpack under the chair and takes his English book out. Absentmindedly, I copy his actions. His eyes meet mine, again and my eyes widen.

"Who do you think you're looking at?" I snap at him.

"I'm not the one who did the staring first." He snaps back.

My cheeks flush. I immediately look away from him and concentrate to what old hag is discussing about. In a matter of minutes, I feel myself drifting away to sleep. I snap my eyes open.

I look at the nub again and catch him staring at me. I clench my fists and smack him at the arm.

"Ouch!" He lets out a small cry. He rubs his arm. "What did you that for?"

I don't respond.

Affirmative. The boy sitting beside me is Freddie Benson.

I groan inwards.

"Groan all you want." He says.

I gotta admit, he looks hotter now. Wow, I'm pretty sure I'm losing my sanity.

But he's not the same nub anymore. And I'm not the same Sam. Sam Puckett died a long time ago.

And Freddie Benson is starting to ruin my plans.

Great. Just great.

A/N: So uh, what do you think? Before I ask you the question, I want to say something first.

Nickelodeon is such a nub. They did a horrible thing to Jennette. They promised to play her video and she was expecting to see the whole version. Not just 30 seconds of it!

30 seconds? Who are they kidding?

And Nickelodeon lost thousands of followers on twitter the day they showed the 30-second music video in less than 2 hours.

Jennette has every right to be angry. But there's one thing I've noticed.

She was retweeting tweets of her followers just to show how mad she was when I saw this tweet from a follower:

wow that was rude of them. They playes all of miranda's video! And your way better! /:

Well, I think she shouldn't have retweeted that. I mean, that was pretty upsetting to Miranda's part but I'm glad that NO ONE from the iCarly cast said anything about what happened to Jennette (Miranda and Jennette isn't following each other on Twitter, but before they were. It's hard to explain here LOL).

I respect all of them. I love Jennette, Miranda and the whole iCarly cast. I hope there's no feud going on. LOL.

And news, Jennette had just twitted: Yo! I was told nickelodeon is going to make right by all of us & play the Generation Love vid in full sometime this weekend. Let's hope!

Yeah let's hope. :)) Anyway, here the question:

What do you think is a proper name for a guy who's hot and smart? I have no ideas right now so I'm asking for your help. :D

Review please? Thanks!