Riiiiiiiiiiiiing! The school bell rung with a loud and shrill sound. Sam, who was always late to class, hurried up. She was running literally dragging her stuff to the floor.

"Aw, crud!" Sam cried. "Got-to-go!"

She dropped her stuff on the ground and headed toward the bathroom. As she turned right, she bumped into Freddie. They both bounced backwards.

"Ahh! My head!" He screamed.

"Oh, Freddie I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Sam held out her hand so Freddie could grab it.

"Thanks," he said. Then he looked at Sam.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked.

"Shouldn't you?" She retorted. He shook his head and held up a hall pass.

"I am excused," Freddie replied.

"For what? Is your mom gonna give you another tick bath or something?" Sam asked.

"No," he laughed,"…yes."

Sam raised her eyebrows as a gesture the probably meant 'what a dork.'

"So…, we part."

Freddy nodded. He walked ten feet when he stopped.

"Sam? Since Carly's not here and all… maybe we could…-"

"In your dreams, Fredward. I gotta pee and get to class. But…maybe later," Sam interjected.

Sam ran to the bathroom and peed. Then she went to her next class; History. She had walked in thirteen minutes late. She looked up.

Not Mrs. Anderson, just a sub, she thought, wait!

She looked up again and saw a terrible sight, Ms. Briggs.

I had to have her as a teacher when I'm totally late?!

That's when Sam realized she had forgotten her stuff.

"What a cruddy way to enter a classroom…," she mumbled.

"What was that?!" Ms. Briggs snapped.

"Cool it down a bit, will ya? I wasn't talking to you," Sam replied.

"Is that so? Class, now thanks to your good old friend Sam over here, you all get a pop quiz on something you DIDN'T LEARN ABOUT YET!!!"

"What?!" The whole class complained. There were moans and yells. Sam backed away.

"Let's all say together, 'Thanks---Samantha---for giving us a pop quiz that we're all gonna fail on!'" She said nastily.

Sam could not take it. She could not believe what her teacher had just called her. She had to take a stand. And that's just what did.

"Samantha?! Who are you talking to? There's no Samantha here!" She yelled.

"I believe there is a Samantha here. That is you. Isn't your actual name Samantha?" Ms. Briggs inquired.

"Look, you better stop calling me Samantha or else-"

"I don't have to do anything you say, Samantha," the woman said, laughing heartily. Sam couldn't hold in her feelings of hatred for Ms. Briggs any longer. Her level of tolerance had passed its expiration date.

"MS. BRIGGS, STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH AND SHUT UP ABOUT MY NAME!!!" Sam screamed at the top of her lungs. Then the room was silent. Everyone had their jaws drop. Sam had done something seriously wrong. Probably the worst thing she had done.

Of course, Sam had been sent to Principal Franklin's office for the disgraceful words she had said. She walked down to the office thinking: wow that felt good!

She had arrived at the office where she saw the school secretary, Mrs. Burnham .

"What have you done this time, Sam?" She asked.

"I called Ms. Briggs a bitch," she replied. The secretary's jaw dropped. Sam walked passed her and made into the principal's office.

"Sam. What are you in for now?" Principal Franklin questioned.

"I called my teacher a bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Sam said.

"I'm not surprised at your behavior. Why are you such a troublemaker, Sam?"

"I'm not! Trouble comes to me!"

"Sure it does," said the man, "You, obviously, are suspended. Get your things and go home."

Sam sighed but followed his instructions. She went to her locker grabbed her things and headed home. A mile walk to Carly's home was hard, especially for Sam as she is very lazy. She made it there and knocked on the door. Spencer came and opened it.

"Hey Sam! Why are you here?"

"Suspension," she said.

"Ah," he replied. "Well, now that you're here, would you like some of my spaghetti tacos?"

But Sam had fallen asleep. Spencer got a blanket and pillow and comforted her.

"You must have used too much of your energy harassing your teachers. That's okay though." Spencer chuckled.

Then he left her be.

***

Later, Carly had arrived home talking to Freddie.

"So then she said: whatever!" Carly laughed.

"That's how she reacted?" Freddy asked. Carly nodded.

"Man, where did Sam go? I never saw during the day!"

Freddie shrugged.

"Uh, guys. Sam's here. She's sleeping on the couch. I think she had gotten a school suspension or something."

"For what now?" Freddy asked.

"I called Ms. Briggs a bitch…," Sam replied, waking up

"You did what?" Carly asked.

"I called her a-"

"I understand! I just think that that was kinda bad for you to do."

Freddy smiled. He just thought in his mind: I didn't know Sam would actually do something like that!