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This is a rushed story. The possibility of grammar and spell errors is very high!!
The Patakis – Pilot
by DeadPixel
"Hi, my name is Helga. Helga G. Pataki to be exactly. I'm15 years old and living with my parents. Some say I am depressed, some say I am a bully. Believe me, I have a good reason for it. I do not consider this family as MY family. More like a host family. But you will find out later.", Spoke Helga.
"My Mother, Miriam. She has a chronic sleep depression or something. She sleeps most of her time OUT of bed... Haha.", She laughed. "Bob, my biological father. All he cares about is Olga.. Olga and.. Olga. He can't even remember my name. He says Olga to me too. I'm getting sick of. He is spending his day in front of the television, watching football. Seriously, I don't understand.", She said with a frown on a her head. "My ever so perfect sister.. OOOOLLGAAAA. My parents think that she's perfect, even if she does something wrong. She just moved in, living with me and my parents once again.. She is evil and spoiled. I hate her, I really do! Arghhh!!", Helga ended with a growl.
"I'm going to the tenth grade at Hillwood Diana High School. Just 10 blocks away from my home. It's a pretty boring school, but I guess all schools are. Almost everyone from PS. 118 is here. Phoebe, Gerald, Nadine, Sheena, Eugene, Rhonda, Sid and Stinky.", She nodded
"Welcome to my fucked up life...", She introduced.
At the bus stop...
"Hey Helga, how are you today?", Said a voice behind Helga.
"You don't want to know...", She groaned, ending with a sigh.
"You never going to believe what Bob did yesterday..", Said Helga in panic and almost jealous tone.
"You can tell me.", Phoebe said.
"I'll explain later.".
"You can tell me whenever you want, Helga.", Said Phoebe a split second later.
Though they both look the same as 6 years ago, some noticeable changes happened to them. Helga is now wearing a dark blue baggy pants. She swapped her pink dress for a pink shirt with white sleeves and a skull on the belly. Her bow hiding under a blue hat. Her figure did change too, but not much. She's taller then she was before, but slim. She got rid from the pigtails. And now has blond hair with some visible black strokes in her fringe. Her hair went down to her middle ending with faint curls.
And Phoebe kept the same style, with some small changes. Her hair just over her shoulder. She's little bit smaller then Helga. She lost her glasses and bought herself some contacts, her Nerdy look disappeared.
"I know Pheebs... I know.", She said warm and trusted to Phoebe. Phoebe nodded.
"What are you going to do after school?"
"I don't know, maybe make a walk around the city... Home is just a pain in my-", The bus interrupted Helga.
They both got in and scanned the bus for a free seat. Which was, way in back... Helga groaned as she walked to back.
"Move it, Tall Hair-boy!", She said with a raised fist. "Okay okay...", Gerald tried to defend himself and placed his arms crossed in front of his head out of panic.
"Sorry Gerald...", Said Phoebe sad with her face down.
"It's not your fault.. not yours.", He said as he moved away. "Helga's a bold kid, a bold kid.", Gerald replied characteristic.
"WHAT did you say!?", Said Helga angrily. "Nothing.. nothing.", Said Gerald. And he ran as fast as he could to the front of the bus.
In classroom...
Helga really tried to pay attention to Mr. Blackwood and is boring story about the American Civil war. But she just couldn't. All she could think of the day before...
"Helga G. Pataki!", Bob screamed. "Yes.. BOB..?", replied Helga silence as she leaned over the stairs. "This must be serious, he actually said my full name.", Helga thought. "It's way over 11! Where do you come from?", He said. "I was at the movie.. Bob?", She replied to her dad. "You've got school tomorrow!", Bob said furious. "Why do you care!?", She screamed high pitched. "That's enough, missy! You're not going away after dinner for the next two weeks!", He demanded. "But Bob!! I'm sixteen!! GEEZZ!". She grunted. "No dis-..."...
"Helga.. Helga!", Mr. Blackwood yelled, interrupting her flashback. "You're a smart girl, I know. But there's no such thing as a future for you if you fail for the next exam.". He said wisely. The class laughed at her Helga as she looks up the Mr. Blackwood. "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackwood. I-it won't happen again.", She replied. "I hope you're right.", He sighed concernedly .
At lunch...
"That's 2 dollars and 50 cents please.", smiled the cafeteria lady.
"Yesterday it was just 2 dollars! Ughh.. never mind.", Replied Helga stubbornly.
"So, what are you going to do after school?", Phoebe said.
"Shall we do homework after dinner?", She said a split second later.
"I can't Pheebs... Bob grounded me for two weeks, because I came back too late yesterday. After dinner I can't go out. FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS!!". Sighed Helga disappointed.
"It's all because of Olga and her stupid family program...". She moved her index- and middest finger to imitate quote signs.
"We should spent more time together as a family...", Helga imitating Olga..With her hands together and with sweet blinking eyes. Right after that she toke hostile face. Imagining Olga on a skyrocket that went to the Moon.
"If she didn't came back, I could've been doing homework with you after dinner.", she frowned.
"I'm sorry Helga, I didn't know that...", Said Phoebe with a red face and looking down to her feet.
"It's okay...", Replied Helga cool.
They went to sit down on a table where Sid, Stinky and Harold sat. Sid didn't change much, he traded his blue jeans for brown baggy pants and now wearing spikes around his neck. Stinky wears a white tank. And wears studded belt. His black pants was even wider than Sid's. But that was a issue due his length. Harold wears a torn up plaid shirt, he bought himself a pair of army boots to kick harder at footballs.
"Any new CD's Sid?", Said Helga cool. "Actually, I have.", Sid said. Though Helga and Sid barely spoke to each other, they had the same musical taste and clothing style. They were not typically friends, but neither they were hostile. "Ohh, tell me about it.", Helga replied demanding. "I have 'The Always Open Mouth' by 'Fear Before The March of Flames', and-". "Really!?!!? I've been searching ages for that album", Helga interrupted, and almost wanted to kiss Sid. "Yes.. aaaand I have 'Oh Grave, Where Is Thy Victory' by 'Here I Come Falling'.", Sid continued. "Can I barrow those for a few days? Pleaaassee...?", Asked Helga with a pair of puppy eyes and a sweet voice. "Only because you'll pound me if I don't.", Sighed Sid. "But I'll kill you if I notice a scratch on it!". He said concernedly. "Yeah yeah... whatever.. bucko!", Helga replied annoyed.
A few hours later when Helga walks home...
Helga saw the park just across the street. She went over to sit down on a bench. She took her CD-player, put the earphones in and the CD in the CD-player that she borrowed from Sid.
I can feel a pull from the outside world
a lonely shadow in the moonlit night
I can feel a pull from the outside world
please pull me up with the oceans
music is seen colors are heard
a dark vision of senses
is this tasting the world?
to ruin the illusion
is this primal or futile?
is this instinct or evil?
is this right or wrong?
...
She sang along with the song she heard. She'd knew this band for a long time, her all time favorite band 'Fear Before The March of Flames'.
"Helga, Shouldn't ya be at home?", Said someone with a accent.
Helga didn't hear it, so the person said it again. She didn't heard it for the second time. So the person pulled out her earphones.
Helga screamed it out. "CRIMINEY!! Don't CREEP on me like that, EVER AGAIN! Understood, Stinky?", with her teeth clamped together.
"What do you want anyway?", She said.
"Sorry Helga. Just said why ya still weren't at home yet, That 'all."
"I heard ya talkin' with Phoebe in the cafeteria 'bout ya 'dad today."
"Are you've been stalking on me Stinky?", She replied, and continued with a sad voice. "I'm grounded. If you want to know it that badly. So I'm out as long as possible before getting home before dinner."
"That really bites Helga. An'way, I gotta go. Ma 'ol man ask me to help in the gard'n today. See ya'll later Helga", Stinky said
"Yeah yeah.. whatever country freak. You're ruining my view.", Said Helga with a frown.
Suddenly her cellphone went off. She was surprised, because this was only 5th time someone called her since she got it. Which was 3 months ago.
"WHAT?", She said disturbed.
"Sorry Helga...", Said a soft voice.
"Ow.. It's only you. Be quick Pheebs. I'm busy.", Said Helga bored.
"Since when are you busy?", Rushed Phoebe.
Helga shook her head. "Never mind, tell me what I got to know."
"Why did you skip the last 2 hours at school? You haven't did that in months.", Said Phoebe concerned.
"Hmpf.. Why do you even care?", She moaned softly. "I just needed some air, I was getting sick of school."
"Because it went good for a while, and now in all sudden you did this. Is this about yesterday? Are you hiding something from me, something you haven't told me?", Phoebe was demanding a explanation.
"Nothing to hide, sister...", Helga replied. "Now, I got to go. Dinner is ready a half a hour. And Bob is going to kill me if I'm not in time."
"But Helg--", Helga hung up the phone. Phoebe was left with only a dial tone.
What is wrong with her? It's like she's stalking me. I need to get rid of her somehow. But I just can I can. I mean.. she's useful when I need her some now and then to save my ass out of big trouble. But it isn't like the fourth and fifth grade anymore. I mean, when was the last time we actually laughed together? Well time to go, Bob will hang me if I'm late. Helga thought.
As she walked home, she still thought about yesterday. She just could not forget it about what Bob did to her. As she wandered back in a idle stare...
"Helga G. Pataki!", Bob screamed. "Yes.. BOB..?", replied Helga silence but in a low annoyed tone. She leaned over the stairs. "This must be serious, he actually said my full name.", Helga thought. "It's way over 11! Where do you come from?", He said. "I was at the movie.. Bob?", She replied to her dad. "You've got school tomorrow!", Bob said furious. "Why do you care!?", She screamed high pitched. "That's enough, missy! You're not going away after dinner for the rest two weeks!", He demanded. "But Bob!! I'm fifteen!! GEEZZ!". She grunted. "No discussion young lady!", Bob having is last word. "Why are you doing this to me. You don't even care about me, so why care about how late I am home. You don't even know my name from time to time. Why trying to keep me in the house while I should be out!? All you can think about is Olga, my older relative. Because she's perfect.. eh?", She said stubbornly. "I SAID NO DISCUSSION, OLGA!". Bob said, trying to get his last word again. Miriam was just getting. "Guys guys.. where is this about?". Miriam said. "Shut up Miriam, this is between Olga and me.", "It's HELGA! H-E-L-G-A.", Helga spelled. "I'm going up. Werther you like it or not!", she continued. "CRIMINEY!", Was coming from up stairs.
Helga scared out of her day dream while a car passed. "Can't the kids watch out these days!", The driver yelled with his fist out of the window. "Sorry.. ASSHOLE!", She replying on it.
At Helga's room...
Helga put one of her borrowed CD's in her stereoplayer. The first try she failed. The CD fell on the ground. She groaned and whispered, "Sid is going to kill me for sure now."
She grabbed her pillow and lied down her bed. Grabbed her pen and ripped of a piece of paper from one of her school workbook. She began to write...
Dear football head shaped boy,
I'm doing actually great I guess. I had a fight with Bob last night, again. So that's why I reply a little bit later. Like if you mind it.
"Do you?", She said.
After that I just couldn't get the force to get up, pickup my pen and write you a letter back. I think I just cried for the whole night because of the fall out towards Bob. But maybe it wasn't that either what caused it. I'm now grounded after dinner for the coming two weeks. Sucks...
"Helga.. think... think.. This is too.. I don't know... never mind.", She whispered.
I guess I'm not that fine, I guess. The school doctor said I needed a new appointment with my shrink. I hate that woman. But I can re-leave all my stress on her. Since she doesn't mind it at all for screaming at her. I literary quote her.. 'This stress towards me gives you a good thrill doesn't it? You can, as long you don't hurt anyone with it'. But I feel good after a session. So I guess it isn't that bad at all.
"Well.. at least I think. Hahaha..", She smiled and exhaled a deep sigh.
Anyway, Sid gave me two new albums. I really, really like those. I almost hugged him from all the anxiety. Again, not your taste of music. But you would know that after six years. And I have something to celebrate. I was called for the fifth time since I got my new phone.
"I guess you're not that popular Helga...", She said in disappointment.
It was Phoebe, she asked why I wasn't at school the last two hours. I didn't know why either. I don't have any friends but Sid, Phoebe and Nadine. I guess Lila would be alright too. But they had all class, so I had nowhere to go. So I went to the park and listened to some music. And when I walked home, I was almost hit by a passing car. I actually wished that car hit me. Just to stay away from Olga and Bob.. hehehe. ust messing with you! I don't mean it.
"Am I...?", She whispered sadly.
Anyway, I'm tired..
"A good end.. a good end...", She frowned as she thinks..
She heard the music in the background saying: "...is this tasting the world?"
"That's a good one!", She smiled and continued writing.
Is this tasting the world, Arnold?
Helga G. Pataki
P.S: When do I see your lovable head again? I really miss you..
A/N: This is my first story, please review. I WILL continue it until the third episodes. After that, based on the reviews, I will continue or NOT continue. But that also depends on my mood.
