Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Yet.

"So? They called her fat. What's the big deal? Man if it bugs her so much maybe she should lose some weight,"

As much as she tried to pretend she didn't care, she couldn't. Freddie's words had stung. Sure she may have been a little chubby, but that didn't mean she needed to lose weight. She never imagined Freddie saying something like that. She reckoned he must have finally snapped from all the torment he received from Sam.

She wondered what would have happened if Sam had heard these words. This wasn't the first time Freddie had let harsh words slip out, but this time it was different. The harsh words were significant. Maybe I'm just over thinking this. Sam doesn't care how other people see her.

Too many thoughts were flitting through her mind. She didn't need to worry how Freddie's words would affect Sam, because she didn't hear them anyways. It was just a silly what if. And she would prove it tomorrow when she made Sam her favorite bacon pie.

(A.N: in case it was confusing these were all Carly's thoughts)

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"maybe she should lose some weight,"

Sprint.

"maybe she should lose some weight,"

Faster. Harder.

"maybe she should lose some weight,"

It was too much, her energy was draining, but she couldn't stop. She had to make it home.

"maybe she should lose some weight,"

She was running so fast that tears had blurred her vision, everything was flitting by. Oxygen struggled to make its way into her lungs. She didn't see the twig on the ground. She didn't realize she had tripped until she was face first in a patch of muddy grass.

" Bacon definitely tastes better than grass," she muttered, trying to distract herself from the one thing plaguing her.

"maybe she should lose some weight,"

That chilling sentence wouldn't leave her mind. She had decided she needed to change. She wouldn't be fat. She wouldn't be ugly. I'm going to be perfect. Like Carly, Sam thought. Sure Sam could act tough, and pretend like words didn't hurt her, but they did.

They stung her heart and made her feel worthless. They made her feel hideous, fat, disgusting, and vile. Perhaps she could have endured the emotional turmoil longer, but that harsh phrase changed everything.

"maybe she should lose some weight,"

The one boy she thought could never hurt her had hurt her in the worst way possible. His words were packed harder than the punches she constantly gave to his gut. Harder than the kicks she sent to his shins. Harder than the paintball she aimed at his groin. Even if she wouldn't admit it. Out loud.

Sam would keep her pain bottled up inside, the cap screwed up tight so no one could ever get in. Just because she felt pain, didn't mean everyone had to know. No one had to see her angst. No one. Not her mother. Not Carly. Not Freddie. Not even frothy, her dumb fat cat.

She was lying there in the grass for a while, at least an hour had passed. She could have stayed there forever, gazing at the sky, repeating that one phrase in her mind. "maybe she should lose some weight,"

Maybe she was overreacting, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to be fat anymore. She wasn't going to be ugly. She was going to be perfect. Another few hours had passed and somehow she had ended up home. If one could call her mother's beat up rusty trailer home.

The rusty trailer with cardboard covered windows and flat tires for wheels. The rusty trailer with doors that didn't lock and floors that creaked when you stepped on them. The rusty trailer that she had to move into after her mother was evicted from a tenant last year. Evicted for excessive noise, not paying rent on time, having a pet inside, damaging property, and possessing illegal drugs.

Her mother was horrible. Sam fought with her on an almost daily basis. She disappeared for weeks, even months at a time. She always smelled like cigarettes and cheap perfume. She screamed at Sam to get a job. She screamed that Frothy couldn't live with them if he didn't pay his rent. She screamed about lots of things. She did everything wrong. Well, almost everything.

Even if Pam Puckett didn't know how to show it, she still loved her daughter dearly. No, not Melanie, she loved Sam. Of course she loved Melanie too, but that's beside the point. The point is that Pam loved Sam, and that's why when her daughter walked in soaking wet with hurt in her eyes, she knew something was wrong.

She could just tell Sam was upset, and she wanted desperately to help her, but she couldn't. She just wasn't made to be a mother. "Sam what did I tell you about getting the front rug wet!" she screamed at her daughter. Ignoring the urge to go pick her up and hug her.

"I'm not in the mood Pam," she grumbled in response.

"I told you not to call me that. I am your mother!"

"Whatever you old hag,"

Sam trudged to the back of the trailer, her muddy sneakers leaving a trail of her dirt behind her.

"Puckett you better come here and mop this up right now!"

"Make the janitor do it! I mean your boyfriend. Oops."

Every word that Sam uttered sounded so brisk and nonchalant, like that of a rebellious teen, but inside her heart twisted in pain. She wished her mother would come hug her and ask her what was wrong. But that wasn't meant to be.

"THAT'S IT SAM OUCKETT! DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE AND BEAT YOU WITH A PAN YOUNG LADY!"

"SHUT UP!"

"SAM! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!"

"You already did,"

This was how their arguments usually went. Sam would ignore her mother, and disobey her commands to do one thing or another. Her mother would scream, and Sam would scream back. Her mother would threaten to hurt her, and Sam always got the last word.

It made her feel smug. Somewhere in her messed up brain it made her feel good. She was glad she could make her mother hurt. Hurt the way she did. She knew her words would cut deeper than the sharpest knife. Just like Freddie's. "maybe she should lose some weight,"

She wished she could forget his words, and slip back into the normal routine that was her life. But it was too late. Sam snuggled up in her blankets at the corner of the bed. She didn't care that she was wet. Moments later she found herself on her laptop. Well, it wasn't really hers, it was Freddie's old one that he gave her on her 14th birthday.

Somehow she had ended up on the iCarly website, specifically the comment section, when something caught her eye.

Sam will always be remembered as the fat one on iCarly. –Missy666 (3 Hours Ago)

But it wasn't the comment that caught her eye. Nor was it the user who submitted it. It was the object below it.

Author's Note: Well there you have it. My second chapter. I hope you guys liked it. I promise the next update will be up faster than this one. Maybe some more reviews would motivate me… Just maybe. But on a serious note. Thank you to the three wonderful souls who reviewed my last chapter! Keep 'em coming. Oh yeah, before I forget, I know I'm not the best with grammar, so if you see anything wrong, please let me know and I'll try to fix it. I'm still new to finding betas and all so any help is appreciated.

That's all for now. What do you think the object is? Dun Dun Dun. Ok bye! X Monkey