


California Dreaming

by nechoco kitty



Category: iCarly
Genre: Poetry, Tragedy
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2009-10-26
Updated: 2009-10-26
Packaged: 2013-09-23 14:43:02
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 619
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5469870/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/918662/nechoco-kitty
Summary: Entry for the 5-4-3-2 ST challenge: Mystery Parents. Sam and Melanie's Puckett mother Ms. P. "She never wanted to be a mother." UPDATE: "California Dreaming" is the WINNER for the Mystery Parents challenge!





	California Dreaming

Written for the _Mystery Parents_ short challenge on the LJ comm 5432

Dark implications, but nothing too explicit. Slightly altered from the LJ version.

.

**Summary:** _She never wanted to be a mother._  
.

_California Dreaming_

.

Born and raised in Washington,  
She was always a California girl at heart.

Left Seattle at eighteen,  
Didn't bother graduating.

Who cared about diplomas in Hollywood?

She didn't.  
Crossed her fingers that  
Nobody else would  
Either.

...

Sunny skies were  
Much better than rain  
Clouds. The beach  
Called her name  
So many times that  
She dreamt of waves,  
Foamy crescendos  
Going over her head.

( _drowning sounds so much  
cleaner than overdosing_ )

Skin turned red and  
Peeled---did not  
Tan so well.

The girls with honey  
Skin would laugh so  
Hard at that; neither  
Cruel nor gentle  
Nor nothing at all.

( _i meant nothing to  
them then and now  
i mean nothing to  
no one_ )

So many days spent  
With only a towel and a  
Bathing suit---  
---She looked so  
Nice in a bikini then---  
Hopingwishingpraying that  
Someone would discover her.

( _i will never be  
discovered now._ )

...

She drank tequilas straight  
At some producer's party  
Once.

It was bitter,  
Burned her throat as  
It went down.  
Not half as smooth  
As promised.

The producer didn't pay  
Any attention to her,  
But a male model  
With an easy smile  
Gave her a fruity drink  
That was deceptively  
Sweet

She didn't remember  
Anything after a few drinks.  
Woke up in a strange place;  
Tried to brush it off  
Like it was nothing.

( _it gets easier over time  
i think_ )

...

Money ran out before  
Hope ever did,  
But  
Perseverance was  
Her middle name.

She tried to stay but  
Best laid plans ( schemes )  
Turn oft awry

J'MawMaw felt sick at heart,  
Sent guilt through  
Phone lines like  
Poisoned arrows,  
Apples.

She is one thousand  
One hundred thirty-five  
Miles away from her  
Home city ( by car ).  
Seventeen hours and  
Twenty three minutes  
Of road travel.

And it still isn't enough  
To get away completely.

( _getting away from myself  
is even harder yet_ )

...

By nineteen she was  
Hitch-hiking back North,  
An act she swore she  
Would never do.

( _so much for promises_ )

Took the clothes on her back  
And stuck out her thumb  
Out on the one-oh-one

She had never been  
Very good at saying "No."  
And when she did  
No one bothered to hear  
So what was the point?

...

There were horror stories  
Out there about girls who  
Hitch-hiked their way  
Across the states.  
Their  
Naked  
Mutilated  
Violated  
Bodies  
Found on country dirt roads.

She never encountered  
Something like that  
That she remembers.

...

She is pregnant by twenty.  
It doesn't matter who the  
Father is.

There have been so many,  
Many men and she can  
Barely recall their faces  
Let alone their names.

Not that it mattered;  
She was going to  
Get rid of it anyway

(_ never got  
the chance_ )

...

Born and raised in Washington,  
She was always California girl at heart  
Though she only stayed a year.

Came back to Seattle at nineteen  
Didn't really have a choice

All her life she dreamt of being an actress, but  
Who would notice one hopeful blond out of thousands?

No one.

Crossing her fingers  
Never made a difference.

( _sleep to dream  
and never wake up_ )

.

.

.

**ahn~** I like this as is, so even _if_ I have ideas for Miss Puckett (that being Sam and Melanie's mother) they will probably be explored in other ways, like _Here Falls the Shadow_ or _(Think) Nothing of Consequence_ [prose WIP]. Leave a review and let me know what you think!

But, ugh, reformatting my narratives in verse is a total pain! D:


End file.
