iBecome a Private Eye
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Someone else does
Authors Notes: First full-fledged story, and first attempt at a mystery. Wish me luck!
Oh, and another thing: this will be in FREDDIE'S POV until a few chapters later. Keep this in mind
Prologue: iWatch Ridgeway Burn
At 8:00 in the morning, Carly, Sam and I should have been in Ms. Briggs, one of the meanest teachers in Ridgeway, class. Sam, being her obnoxious self, would probably have alternated between talking to Carly, insulting me, pitching ideas for iCarly (our web show), and pranking Ms. Briggs. Carly, being her normal, angelic self, would talk to Sam and myself, actually pay attention, and occasionally scold Sam for her insults/pranks. I would just pay attention to everything going on in class, from the teacher to my two best friends (if you could call Sam a friend).
Instead, we were outside, watching as a roaring fire consumed our beloved school (okay, maybe not beloved by ALL of us, but still).
Nobody is sure how the fire got started. All they know is someone turned off all the fire alarms, and set somethings on fire. It's defiantly arson. If it wasn't, the fire alarms would have gone off.
"I can't believe this," I heard Carly mutter to herself, or was she talking to Sam? I must have been daydreaming for a while.
"Well, look on the bright side, schools out!" Sam seemed excited. I decided they were having a conversation and joined in.
"Who do you think did it?" I asked, half expecting Sam to shout out Who cares, Freddnub?
To my surprised, she just looked at me and shrugged. Despite her carefree attitude, I suspect she's as puzzled as me.
"Well, at least no one was hurt," Carly says, trying to brighten the mood. Needless to say, it didn't work. Unsure of what else to say, we just continued watching the fire until Sam, not surprisingly, broke the silence with: "Can we go get donuts?"
"Sam!" Carly snapped in her 'annoyed' tone, the one she uses when Sam or Spencer or I (mostly Sam) do something wrong or irresponsible."No we cannot get donuts!"
"Why donuts?" I questioned, genuinely curious, "Don't you have a ham fetish?"
"The donut shop's closer," she replied. Typical lazy Sam. I nodded and made an 'ah' sound in response.
"Attention!" Principle Franklin called over a megaphone. "Now, I know you all want to get to your classes and learn...okay well maybe not ALL of you," Ted knows us so well. " but due to the fire...it looks like school's canceled for the rest of the day!" a lot of kids, including Sam and Carly, cheer. To me, though, school is the only time I can get away from my overbearing (and somewhat crazy) mom.
"Check your e-mail to find out where school will be held tomorrow. I hope to see you all there" Every student cheers and leaves, but just as we're about to...
"Not you three!" the grading voice of one of our other teachers, Mr. Howard, calls. "Come here!"
We groan, before turning to go back.
We reach the principle and our two meanest teachers, which if you haven't figured by now are Ms. Briggs and Mr. Howard (who is surprisingly married). As soon as we did, Carly questioned, "Um, why are we here. I mean, not that we don't love Ridgeway or anything-"
"I don't," Sam interrupted, getting glares from Briggs and Howard.
"So, why are we here?" Carly repeated, hoping to distract our evil instructors. Briggs glared at her before responding.
"Because, Ms. Shay, we have witness accounts that say Sam Puckett is responsible for the destruction of the school!"
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