A/N: So I was talking to one of my friends (Awkward Squirrel! You rock! :D), and I suddenly got this brain spurt (my phrase for ideas) for a story. I'm on vacation, so that's why I haven't been on at all for the last few weeks. My best friend is with me also, so she helped me on this story. Thanks Mar, you rock also. :P She kept proofreading every few sentences, and she helped me make things funnier and told me to delete a totally lame paragraph too. :D So yup. This is my new story. Oh yeah, and 'iTake On Dingo' never happened either, considering they went to Hollywood in that episode.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, any of the characters, any Nickelodeon-created brand names (eg.: FatCake), or the whole wonderfulness idea of Seddie. :P

Sam POV

"What?!" I nearly jumped out of my seat. My FatCake fell out of my hand and landed on the floor with a solid, soft thud. The small auditorium only filled with my grade all turned around to stare at me.

"Samantha, calm down. It's just a ninth grade trip," Principal Franklin said, holding up the map of California.

"Calm down? We're traveling to Hollywood and you're telling me to CALM DOWN?!"

"Yes. Sit down." I looked at myself to see that I was now bouncing up and down. I quickly looked to the right to see Freddie giggling (he's a girl, I swear) behind his hand. I glared at him; he stopped immediately. I flopped down into my seat.

"Now children," Principal Franklin sighed but continued. , "We leave in two weeks. The school will pay for the hotel and any touring you do, but your parents have to come up with the money for the airfare." I slumped my shoulders. No way was my mom going to pay God-knows how much money to travel anywhere.

He dismissed us and I quickly ran over to Carly. We linked hands and started jumping up and down, squealing loudly.

"Oh my GOD! I can't believe we're going to Hollywood! I mean, I thought we were going somewhere totally lame for our trip, like Ohio or whatever!" Carly squealed, then I stopped jumping.

"Ohio?"

"Oh whatever!" Then we continued squealing and bouncing.

Freddie walked over a minute later. "Buenos diás, muchachalitas!"

"We're going to Hollywood, not France, Freddifer."

"I was speaking Spanish."

"Doy, my point exactly."

"Saaam…" Freddie drew out his words. "I was speaking Spaaanish, not Freeench. People in France speak French. People in Spain speak Spanish."

I crossed my arms defiantly. "People in France speak Spanish. It's their main language."

"No it isn't. Look it up."

I 'pshaw'ed. "Uh, no. That's work. I don't do work. Duh," I said in my valley-girl voice. I rolled my eyes and walked away, dragging Carly with me.

The bell rang that second, so Freddie had an excuse to chase after us and bounce up beside Carly.

"So, Carly," he used his deep, rumbling voice. "You excited?"

Carly turned around and squealed. I inwardly groaned; now that Freddie got her started again, she's not going to stop.

"YES! Completely excited! Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod I am so so excited even though I just heard about it! Hollywood. Oh my God! I'm going to Hollywood. We can see everything! Even where they film Girly Cow!"

"But Carly, you know Girly Cow's a cartoon," Freddie pointed out.

"I know, duh, but they have to use props to get the proportion down and all that. Anyways, oh my God! Oh yeah, Sam, we get to stay in a hotel together!" I grinned, then looked at Freddie's hopeful face.

"No, you pervert, you may not sleep in Carly's room," I said, smirking at him. He just grimaced at me, then opened his locker, as we had arrived at them.

I threw the few folders I had been carrying into it, and walked away. Carly skipped after me.

"So. Will you come too?" Carly chirped.

"I dunno. My mom won't pay for the ticket. This I know for a fact."

She sighed, then brightened up a bit. "Maybe we can raise money on iCarly or something—"

I stopped her there. "No, not a chance. Unless Spencer wants to give everyone Sunshine Girl cookies again, I don't see that happening."

We silently swung our backpacks over our shoulders, then Carly emptied her textbooks into her locker (I never even take them out), and we made our way to the entrance of the school.

"So. Who's picking us up today?" Carly asked, setting her polka-dotted bag on the ground and sliding open her phone to text some new boyfriend.

"My mom is," Freddie chirped up.

Wow. This day is getting better and better.

Note the obvious sarcasm.

After the aggravating car ride with Mrs. Tear-Out-Your-Hair-Benson, who lectured us on seat-belt safety ("Always wear a seatbelt, kittens, you never know when a car might SMASH into you!" Carly and I both jumped at her sudden outburst), and never sitting in the front seat unless you are over six feet tall.

Six feet? Six feet?! I'm not growing another inch, that's for sure, and I'm only 5'3". How am I gonna drive then, HUH crazy Benson?!

Sorry. Little rant there.

As soon as she slowed down the car to five miles an hour, I opened the door and pushed Fredwack out (I was sitting in the middle, between Carls and Freddison, oh WOE is me), and jumped out myself. I don't care if I smashed Freddie. I don't care if my lips accidentallyaccidentaly collided with his as I fell facedown on him. I don't care about his shocked expression as I bounced up and ran away from that crazy lunatic and her son.

I'm having a really, really bad day.

So. Whatcha guys think??!! Good? Bad? Okay? Idc cuz I'm continuing anyways! :P Thanks for all you guys who put me on alert and got a little email saying, "Adnama19 has post a new story" or whatever. :D

NOW LISTEN UP! I am going to write the epilogue of iBet Sam (my 8K hit story :D) with my new friend...ah...name escapes me know, hold on a tiny sec. Ah whatever, it's just wasting words typing "hold on" when I've already done and looked because I posted this with her name--

Yeah, let me go look.

Woot! Her name is Steph.107! Go check out her stories, they ROCK. Anyways, I'm writing the epilogue with her, and we're gonna work REALLY, REALLY hard so prepare for some major awesomeness in the next week or two!

Ciao, love you all,

Adnama19