"Have fun at music camp, Olga." Bob said absentmindedly from the couch where he sat. Miriam was passed out on the counter as usual. Helga grumbled. First of all, her own father still couldn't remember her name, and also, she didn't want to go to band camp. "It's HELGA, dad." She spat at him. Bob was making her go because it was a "learning experience". In truth, Olga was coming home for the summer.
"Yeah, whatever Olga." He said.
Helga rolled her eyes, grabbed her bag and headed for the bus to take all of the other kids from PS 118 to camp as well.
She walked in to the bus scowling, and shouting things like, "Move it or lose it, bucko!" Or "Out of my way, moron!" and all of the usual Helga-like things. Eventually, she saw Phoebe. "Hey Phoebs, I didn't know you were coming."
Phoebe looked up from her book titled "Calculus". "Mother and father concluded that it would be a wonderful opportunity to be in an environment with other children playing music."
"That's great Phoebs. I'll be listening to my I pod.
"Alright."
Helga turned it on and started playing the I pod loudly. However, nobody could hear it, so it didn't matter. While she was listening, she could have sworn she heard someone call "Arnold!" Arnold? He was coming? She ripped the earphones out and looked around. And there he was, the seat across from her.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Her mind yelled at her. And she agreed.
Who was calling him anyway? She looked over. Lila!
She walked over. "Is this seat taken, Arnold? I would be ever so happy if I could sit down."
"Of course it's not taken, sit down!" Arnold said with a goofy grin on his face.
Helga growled quietly, until Phoebe looked over.
"Are you quite alright, Helga?" she asked.
"Yes Phoebe, I'm FINE." She said irritably.
"Because you were just growling-"
"Forget about it, Phoebs!"
"Forgetting!" she squeaked out quickly.
Helga looked at her luggage under her feet. One bag of clothes and items like her brush, toothbrush, little pink books, etc. Another bag crammed with snack foods and drinks, along with money in case she needed it. The last thing she had was a violin. Olga said she should play it, and since her parents were in the room, they-of course- agreed with Olga, and rented Helga a violin from the nearest store.
Helga didn't really like it, but she could annoy her neighbors late at night now. Sweet revenge for the time they threw that party a few months ago and kept her up all night long. She also had a new way to wake up Miriam. She could just sneak up very closely behind her with the violin, and play the "E" string. She would usually start screaming. Helga snickered at the memory. Arnold looked over at them and said, "Hi Helga, Phoebe." Lila looked over quickly as well. "Helga! Phoebe! I'm ever so glad you two are coming! I was hoping you would."
"Well, we're here. Get over it." Said Helga, then she turned back around, got her pink book out and began writing into it. The other three returned to their normal activities.
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Well, this is my first try at a HA! Fic. I figured I might as well try, rather than just sitting on my lazy butt reading. Let me know what you think, and if this sucks, warn me so I can either improve or stop writing.