I'm having a wee bit of writer's block for iTourTheCountry, so here is a tiny little story I began. It won't be as long as iTTC, but I like it. I hope you do too! But remember, it is a wee bit mature, so WATCH OUT!

Sam was sitting behind Bertha. Big Bertha, as most of her class called her. Sam didn't mind Big Bertha, which was surprising since she was so quick to dislike people. In fact, Bertha was her favorite person to sit behind during class (when she went to class, that is), because Bertha's dense body could shield Sam's tiny one from view of the teacher. Sam decided to go to class today, a very unlikely happening. This decision was made due to what had happened the night before:

"DAMN IT, SAM!" Freddie screamed at the top of his lungs, "Why did you have to do that! That piece of equipment costs an entire year's worth of allowance! And you broke it for FUN!"

Sam shrunk a little bit into the Shay couch. She had never seen him this upset.

"I don't understand you, Sam! You incessantly torture me and I'm tired of it! This time you've just gone TOO FAR," He continued, pacing in front of the coffee table.

Sam was terrified. She had never been this scared in her life, not of anyone. And rarely had she ever been scared.

He eventually stopped pacing and stopped right in front of her. "Look at me," he whispered. She mustered up the courage and looked right into his eyes. In his eyes she saw a raging fury she had never seen. It frightened her even more, so she quickly glanced down at her slow twiddling thumbs.

In her eyes, he saw a peculiar sight as well. The fear, pain and sadness that was seldom seen in her eyes tore his heart to shreds at the moment. He was causing that pain. He couldn't stand the thought, but a fiery anger was still in him.

Freddie opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly shut it. He took a deep breath and muttered, "Whatever," as he started to walk toward the door.

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered. Freddie's hand laid loose on the doorknob, still facing the door. He slowly turned around to look at Sam's weak exterior.

"What?" Freddie asked, not believing what he heard. Sam peaked at Freddie out of the corner of her eye, but returned to staring at her knees. She tried to respond, but her mouth couldn't form any words.

At this point, most of his anger had diminished from him, and he felt a reluctant pity grow inside. He walked toward her, and sat on the coffee table in front of her. He leaned in to study her pained face. "Why?" He murmured.

Sam took a heavy breath and said, "It's the only way you'll notice me. And hatred is the strongest emotion I can get from you." Sam could not believe she just said that.

Freddie could not believe she just said that. He leaned back, as if to see if that really just happened. Sam glanced up at his confused face, and immediately regretted her elucidation. She sprung up and sprinted out of the apartment all the way home.

Recalling the painful memory caused Sam to shrink down further behind Bertha's exterior. Usually would be in her secret space in an abandoned janitors closet instead of class, but Freddie had a free period right now and she was worried he would go looking for her. Freddie and Carly were the only two people who knew about the hideout, and Sam now wished she hadn't told them about it.

Sam returned to replaying last nights episode in her head over and over, which was stressing her out, so she decided to take a quiet nap shielded by Big Bertha's lovely shade.

First chapter! These chapters are likely to be short, and the chapter quantity will be as well. This story is meant to be an extended one-shot, sorta. Just a nice little ditty. sooo I hope you like it! btw can you

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