HELGA! HELGA! HEELLLLL-GAAAAA!
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, OLGA!" Helga yelled back.
"Breakfast is ready baby-sister, come downstairs," Olga replied in her high-pitched, sugary-sweet voice.
"Coming.." Helga groaned in a barely audible tone. Her hair was all messy from tossing and turning last night and she was still wearing her pajamas. She walked lazily down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. The pleasant aroma of blueberry pancakes and sweet syrup welcomed her. She looked over at the dining table. Bob was reading the daily newspaper and showering Olga with compliments about how lucky he was to have such a lovely daughter, while Miriam was fiddling with her fork and staring down at the table. Typical, Helga thought. She took a seat in an empty chair and laid her head down on the table. It was 6:15 in the morning, and she could barely open her eyes. She had trouble sleeping last night, and as much as she hated to admit it, it was because she was starting her senior year of high school. She didn't understand why she was even nervous.. She had already survived 3 years of high school by being surrounded by a bunch of morons..why was this year different?
"Oh there you are baby-sister!" Olga exclaimed as she handed Helga a cup of hot, French vanilla coffee.
Helga lifted the cup up to her nose and inhaled the smell strong coffee to wake herself up. Olga set a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her and poured some sticky syrup on top of it.
"Well baby-sister, from today you start your senior year of high school. I can't believe how quickly time has passed..you must be super excited, no?" she asked with a huge grin on her face, exposing a set of white teeth.
"Mehh..not really. It's like every other year." Helga replied, after taking a sip of her coffee.
"Oh come on! Senior year is the most exciting year! Aren't you excited to apply for colleges? I remember my senior year," Olga said with a dreamy look on her face. Helga thought she was having a flashback so she just rolled her eyes and continued eating.
"Anyways, eat up baby-sister, you don't want to be late for your first day of senior year." Olga was definitely way more excited than Helga was.
After Helga finished her breakfast, she rinsed her plate, put it in the dishwasher and hurried upstairs. She brushed her teeth and washed her face and headed into her closet. All the girls are probably going to show up in skirts and dresses, she thought to herself. Helga was definitely not the type to dress up and get dolled up so she opted for a pair of dark faded jean capris and a short-sleeved maroon blouse that somewhat complemented her body. She then combed her hair and tossed it in a ponytail. Her hair was usually in a messy, loose ponytail, but since today was the first day of school she decided to make it a little neater. She let her short side bangs slip out of the ponytail. After she was done, she headed for the mirror to examine herself. She realized that she had bags under her eyes, probably from the lack of sleep I got last night, she thought to herself. She took a peachy concealer and applied it under her eyes and curled her eyelashes to make herself look more awake. She smacked some cherry lip balm on her lips and looked at herself again. She didn't look amazing but she looked presentable which was good enough. She double-checked her backpack to make sure she had everything that she needed even though Olga had helped her organize it the night before with her books and school supplies. After she was done, she slung her backpack over her shoulders and hurried downstairs to grab her car keys.
"Are you looking for your keys?" Olga asked.
"Yes," Helga replied. "I know I left them on the kitchen counter. Have you seen them?"
"Actually, I was thinking that maybe I could drop you off to school today since it is your first day..and um..you might be nervous and what not. So is that okay with you? Pleaseee.." Olga had on a puppy-dog face, which would've been hard for anyone else to resist and say no to, but the only reason why Helga agreed to her offer was because she knew Olga would win and end up driving her to school anyways so why even bother wasting time and arguing.
"Yeah sure why not." Helga had an annoyed expression on her face.
"Why do you look unhappy baby-sister You should be ecstatic! You are finally a S-"
Helga cut her off, "A senior I know...You don't have to repeat that over and over again..can we just go.."
Olga looked at Helga and smiled, "Sure, let me get my keys."
Helga hopped into the passenger seat of Olga's silver BMW. Helga's 2004 Ford SUV could never compare to it. Olga grabbed her shades and pressed engine start.
"You know you look kind of nervous." Olga looked concerned.
"I'm not.." Helga mumbled underneath her breath.
"You know I was nervous to on my first day of senior year..it was so nerve-wrecking because it was the last year of high school and everyone would be moving on with their life after that..I was soo heartbroken when I had to say goodbye to my friends..it was terrible.." For the remainder of the car ride Olga told stories about her senior year even though Helga was barely listening. She would've rather walked to school rather than listen to Olga blabbing about her high school experience. Once they pulled up to the campus Helga was relieved, but that was until she saw what all the other girls were wearing. Most of them were dressed in short pencil skirts, dresses, and tight tops with fancy sandals and heels just like how she imagined. The majority of the girls had their hair down and carried name brand totes. The guys even made an effort to look good. Some wore dark khakis with a button down shirt while others wore jeans with polos and a matching hat, and some even mix-matched. Helga definitely felt undressed.
"Helga everyone looks great! Oh my god, the girls look soo pretty!" Olga exclaimed in a shrilled tone.
"More like skanks.." Helga mumbled.
"Helga! stop being such a grump..they're just making the most of their high school experience..if anything, you should've dressed up a little today, too. " Olga had a stern look on her face.
"For what occasion! it's just another year of stupid high school!" Helga yelled.
Olga let out a sigh. "Just loosen up a bit try to enjoy your last year baby-sister."
"Yeah whatever.." Helga flung her backpack behind her shoulder and opened the door to Olga's BMW. She could see some kids staring at Olga's car and admiring it, and she even heard a few guys say..damn what a ride.
"Have fun baby-sister!" Olga screamed through the open window.
Helga gave Olga a slight reassuring smile and then continued to toward the front door of the school entrance, until a group of juniors approached her and said, "Damn Pataki, is that your sister? She is fineeeeā¦"
"Why don't you guys go tell her that, losers.." she said as she shoved passed them. She could hear the guys saying, "what's her deal?" as she was walking. Helga wasn't really considered a bully anymore, although she also wasn't the most pleasant person to be around either. She still maintained her friendship with Phoebe, which was the only person she even bothered to associate with. Helga wasn't really popular amongst guys, because they didn't consider her to be hot or sexy like the other girls, but the more practical reason was because Helga never tried or bothered to keep up with her appearance to impress anyone. She was pretty tall for a girl, about 5'7 and had a slender body type. She had pale, clear milky skin and long blonde hair that was always tied in a ponytail. Thankfully, she ditched unibrow her sophomore year after Olga helped her wax it. Overall, Helga was simple and natural.
As Helga opened the door to the entrance, she was nearly knocked over by a group of students. Everyone was so loud and accelerated. There was so much going on..Helga found the liveliness more like disturbance rather than excitement. Well Helga girl..get ready for another shitty year with these morons, she thought to herself.
She saw Eugene standing on top of a chair and yelling, "Guys don't forget to grab you schedules in the cafeteria!"
"I can't believe that idiot hasn't fell off yet.." she said to herself. But then Eugene lost his balance and fell head first to the ground. He squealed in pain. "Then again, I spoke waaay too soon."
Helga walked towards the cafeteria to get her schedule. There where ten tables lined up and organized alphabetically. She went to the table that was marked "P-S" and waited in line. As she was waiting she also saw Lila and Arnold in line. She gasped in terror. Lila and Arnold had a thing, but they were basically dating. Little Ms. Perfect was wearing a white, flowy summer dress that complemented her thin figure. Her shiny, long auburn hair was in loose curls, and it cascaded behind her back. Her skin was flawless. Helga had to admit that Lila looked amazing, but her attention was diverted when she saw Arnold. Arnold was wearing light blue jeans and a baby-blue button down shirt with white, horizontal stripes. He was also wearing a white, braided wristband. She noticed that he had gotten extremely tan over the summer. His green eyes looked like emeralds against his tan complexion, and his teeth looked whiter than ever. Arnold had grown out of his football-shaped head. His blonde hair was a little shorter now. He looked like a California boy with his tan skin and bleached hair. He was much taller now, about 6 feet and on top of that he was fit. He had toned biceps and abs that made girls go wild. Arnold was considered one of the hottest guys in Hillwood High. Helga still had deep feelings for Arnold, although she stopped worshipping him and reciting monologues about him to herself, she still adored him, but she couldn't do anything about it because he only had eyes for Ms. Perfect, also known as, Lila Sawyer. The two were laughing and flirting ferociously. Helga tried to ignore it and conceal her feelings the best she could but deep down she was burning with jealousy, anger, and sadness. She tried to hide herself in crowd so that Arnold wouldn't notice her and ask her about her summer, but then who was she kidding, why would Arnold notice her when he was around Ms. Perfect. How could he like her, she has no substance, she thought to herself.
After it was her turn in the line, the teacher at the table asked Helga for her last name. "Pataki" she answered. The teacher moved over to the stash of schedules that were labeled P and looked for the last name Pataki. After she found it, she gave it to Helga and said good luck. Helga tried her best to crack a friendly smile at her and then left. She glanced at her schedule. She had taken a lot of AP's this year since she was a senior and she wanted to impress her desired colleges. Her first class was Government, which was a required senior class, so she was positive that there were going to be several unambitious morons in that class. Helga folded the schedule and put it in her pocket and went straight to her locker. The halls were extremely crowed, which annoyed her. She wanted to look for Phoebe, but she didn't know where she could be right now..Probably with Geraldo, she thought. Phoebe and Gerald started dating freshman year and they were still going strong. Phoebe and Gerald's relationship was one of the reasons why her and Arnold still kept in touch. All four of them would occasionally hangout and go to the movies. Helga and Arnold weren't very close, but they would have occasional conversations, and since they were both older now, they got along better.
Helga slammed her locker shut and headed for room 218 where her government class was held. She went upstairs to the second floor and noticed that the hall was packed. There was some sort of commotion. Helga pushed and shoved through the crowd to see what was going on, but all she saw what Rhonda Lloyed in the middle of the hallway. She was showing everyone her new Prada bag, which was apparently really expensive. Rhonda's physical appearance had changed slightly. She still had a short bob, but it was styled different, and it looked more chic now. She was taller and curvier now but that was about it. Her personality was still the same..She was still the self-proclaimed fashion queen.
Helga moved toward Rhonda and said, "Alright princess you're holding everyone up..this isn't a runway."
"Excuse me Helga but this is an exclusive limited edition bag I bought while I was vacationing in France, but then again, you wouldn't understand the value of it." Rhonda looked slightly annoyed.
Some things just don't change, Helga thought. "Yeah whatever." Helga said back. She decided that arguing with Rhonda would be worthless so she just continued walking to her class.
