"Born Helena Jane, with a restless soul." She was your basic country girl. Fresh, fun, and completely unique. She was beautiful, but she didn't know it. Helena was simple and loved life; she would savor every moment. Living in Texas was all she knew, and it defined her personality. However, Helena had a talent. Real, natural talent. Helena Jane was a singer, but no one knew this but herself. She chose to hide her love of music from her family and friends. It made her feel... different than she really is. Her accent disappeared, and she felt as if she was a superstar when she sang. Music was her life, but everyone thought her life was farm work and laughing. Not quite. Sometimes she felt alone, but her best friend, Travis, helped her through it. Oh, Travis. Helena had a massive crush on him, but this... he'll never know. It's best that way. Now, Helena will lead you through this story herself. The reason this information is required is because she'll never tell you herself. In her opinion, she's just a normal girl who isn't worth much. Throughout the story, the point really is: country girl meets Hollywood.
Oh, hi there. I'm Helena... Helena Jane. I love my life. That's all that matters... right? Well, I'm goin' to school now. Mama says I'm lucky to be in school, we don't have very much money. Even though I am grateful, I'll miss my music.
Taking steps, the wind blowin' in my hair, I feel alive. Oh yeah, excuse me for my accent. I never really liked it... but God gave me it and I have to find it a blessing somehow. Singing makes it go away... I like that.
I spot Travis, my best friend. He smiles from ear to ear, and my heart melts. But whatever... he'll never like me.
"Helena!" Travis grins sheepishly.
"Travis..." I pretty much mumble, in a daze. Why can't I be normal around him? I've known him for years yet I still stumble.
"All of the guys are playin' baseball after school together, wanna come with?"
"Alright."
Oh yeah, I'm a total tomboy. Guess I forgot to mention it?
"See ya then." He smirks.
Later in class, I walk into the room confidently. My mama always says, if you're gonna try and hide from the world when you should be presenting yourself, then you shouldn't be there at all. You might as well be at home if you're not ready. I believe her. I suddenly hear giggling, so I snap my head to where it's coming from. I have good ears... that's why I love singing so much I think.
"What is she wearing?" Ashley snottily exclaims to her "friends." Mama says she doesn't really have any friends, she says they just follow her around. I always listen to my mama... I hope she's right. I'm blessed to have her in my life.
I realize she's referring to my baggy, white t-shirt and ripped up jeans. Like I said, my family's poor. I'd dress up in sparkles and all kinds of pink if I could. But, if I did, Travis would never understand. He doesn't really understand me, even though he thinks he does. Mama says to stand up for myself... sometimes it's hard since I feel mean. Yet I have no problem firing back at Ashley.
"Actually I'm wearing my dad's favorite t-shirt. He wore this when he was younger. And even though he's gone, I choose to please him even during death. See, the difference is that you tell your dad you love him so he'll buy you clothes and give you money. I love my dad. And that's it. Keep stooping to your level with your fake friends who only like you for your money. Oh yeah, and Travis loves this outfit on me." I smirk at the last part. Ashley likes Travis.
While telling Ashley off, I always include some type of inspirational speech, in some hope that she'll change. That's just the kind of person I am. A hoping one.
"What kind of comeback was that? You're just saying that because you're a poor nobody without any friends. God, you like give me some speech all the time. Stop trying to be the hero - you can't save anyone. Including your dad."
I got teary eyed, and immediately sat down without a word. Actually, I didn't care about ANYTHING she said. That is, until she mentioned my dad. That's the only thing that got me.
Travis looked over to me concerned, but I shook my head signaling that I was fine. He believed me. He always does. Travis is easily persuaded; I can tell him anything!
After school, it was time for the game. I was ready - my dad loved baseball, it was in my genes. And I reckon that I'll win this game.
"Psh, why is that girl here again? She can't play!" Billy exclaimed. I don't like Billy very much, he never believes in anyone. My mama says you should give everyone a chance.
"I reckon if you give me a chance, I'll win faster than you can blink."
"Yeah right, Helena."
I noticed Travis smirking on the sidelines. He knew Billy was about to be showed down... by me.
