Hi. This fan-fiction is based on a poem that got sent to me in an email. It's really, really sad. The
poem made me cry, and my mom cry. (A/n: it must be sad to make me AND my mom cry) well,
here it is.
*~I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.~*
Helga was seventeen now, and drove herself everywhere she wanted to go. Her relationship with
her parents was way better than it had been; for one thing, Bob called Helga his girl, and Helga
called Bob dad. But, her relationship with her mom was even better. Miriam had stopped drinking
those smoothies (a/n: or shall I say, alcohol filled fruit drinks?), and got a job. She was now
always telling Helga to never drink. But mostly not drink AND drive.
Helga ran a brush through her long blonde hair, then pulled it into a high ponytail. She slipped on
a comfortable yet fashionable shirt and mini skirt matching set... that were pink, of course. She
ran down the stairs, and just before she got out the door Miriam stopped her. "Hi mom." Helga
said, trying to see behind her mom.
Miriam smiled, and embraced her younger daughter. She pulled away, and said, "Helga, I was just
going to tell you to not drink at the party. Please don't. If you do, then you'll kill either yourself,
or someone else and yourself. You hear me?"
Helga nodded her head, and smiled. "Yep, I hear you."
"If you don't, you'll feel very proud of yourself. Trust me. When I quit drinking those smoothies,
I felt a whole lot better!" Miriam sighed, and hugged Helga again. She pulled away, and let Helga
go out the door. "Bye honey! I love you!"
Helga turned her upper half back to the house, smiled, and waved. She turned back to her car, and
jumped in.
*~I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.~*
Helga arrived at the party, walked in, and went straight to find Phoebe. She was with Gerald, like
normal. If only she could be with Arnold... Oh well, he was with Lila, and she made him happy.
That's all Helga wanted. Arnold happy, yep that's what she wanted. She walked up to the love
birds, and tapped on Phoebe's shoulder. "Hey Pheebs."
Phoebe turned around, and smiled at her best friend. "Hello Helga! I'm glad to see that you made
it! You want a cocktail?" Phoebe lifted up a glass full of alcohol and fruit stuffs.
Helga was about to accept, but then remembered what her mom said. She dropped her hand, and
shook her head. "Naw. I think I'll just have a sprite." Helga walked over to the pop dispenser,
inserted her coins, pushed the right button, and grabbed her sprite out of the machine, then
walked back over to Phoebe.
*~I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of site.~*
Helga had a fun time at the party. Dancing, singing, visiting, everything that you do at a party.
Every once and a while, someone would offer her a drink, but she always said "no thank you, I
have a sprite." the party was coming to an end, and several of the teens left.
*~I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.~*
Helga walked out, and got into her car. She drove off, listening to the A*teens. She suddenly saw
lights in her mirror, coming at, what looked, full speed, swerving back and forth. 'Oh my gosh. I
think that person is coming right at me! Crimany!' Helga's eyes bulged, and she pushed on the gas
peddle as far as it would go.
*~Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.~*
Helga lay on the pavement of the road, listening to what the people around her are saying. "Hey,
Judy, it seems that the kid that caused the accident was drunk." the male policeman said, his voice
sounding like he was on the other side of a tunnel to Helga.
*~My own bloods all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.~*
Helga was lying in a pool of her own blood, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She continued
to listen to the people around her, when suddenly a paramedic arrived. He walked over to her,
and checked how she was doing. He began to shake his head, slowly. "I'm afraid that this girl is
going to die." Helga heard him say, and she let out a moan. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
*~I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.~*
Helga thought about the guy that had caused the wreck. 'If only his parents would have taught
him that it was bad to drink and drive, then I wouldn't have to die now. Crimany! Why do these
things have to always happen to me?'
*~So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.~*
She was in a lot of pain. It felt like she had knives all through her body. She wished her mom was
there to comfort her. Then she began to think more about it. The only ones that would miss her
were Phoebe, her mom, her dad, and Olga. That hurt her worse than anything else.
*~Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.~*
She would never see any of them ever again. Well, she might, but just if they go where she goes.
Up, or down. Someone should have taught that boy that drinking and driving don't mix. A pain
jolted through her left side. "Ow..." she moaned, clutching her body.
*~Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.~*
She held herself closer. It felt like a ton of bricks were just laid on her chest. A fresh batch of tears
rolled out of her eyes as she thought about never getting to see Arnold or Phoebe or her family
ever again.
*~My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.~*
Helga coughed, as her breath began to get shorter. 'Mom, I wish you were here. If only I had just
stayed at the party a little longer... or not gone to the stupid thing in the first place, I wouldn't be
dying!' she began to cry harder. 'I'm so scared. I'm not ready yet! Don't take me now, God,
please... I'm not ready...'
*~I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"
So I love you and good-bye.~*
Policemen and paramedics watched as Helga began to leave this world. She coughed a little more,
and they could hear her whisper, "I love you, Mom..." then her eyes rolled back in her head, and
her body went limp. One of the paramedics walked up to her, and felt her pulse. He stood back
up, and turned to the others with a sad look on his face. "I'm afraid she's gone."
poem made me cry, and my mom cry. (A/n: it must be sad to make me AND my mom cry) well,
here it is.
*~I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.~*
Helga was seventeen now, and drove herself everywhere she wanted to go. Her relationship with
her parents was way better than it had been; for one thing, Bob called Helga his girl, and Helga
called Bob dad. But, her relationship with her mom was even better. Miriam had stopped drinking
those smoothies (a/n: or shall I say, alcohol filled fruit drinks?), and got a job. She was now
always telling Helga to never drink. But mostly not drink AND drive.
Helga ran a brush through her long blonde hair, then pulled it into a high ponytail. She slipped on
a comfortable yet fashionable shirt and mini skirt matching set... that were pink, of course. She
ran down the stairs, and just before she got out the door Miriam stopped her. "Hi mom." Helga
said, trying to see behind her mom.
Miriam smiled, and embraced her younger daughter. She pulled away, and said, "Helga, I was just
going to tell you to not drink at the party. Please don't. If you do, then you'll kill either yourself,
or someone else and yourself. You hear me?"
Helga nodded her head, and smiled. "Yep, I hear you."
"If you don't, you'll feel very proud of yourself. Trust me. When I quit drinking those smoothies,
I felt a whole lot better!" Miriam sighed, and hugged Helga again. She pulled away, and let Helga
go out the door. "Bye honey! I love you!"
Helga turned her upper half back to the house, smiled, and waved. She turned back to her car, and
jumped in.
*~I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.~*
Helga arrived at the party, walked in, and went straight to find Phoebe. She was with Gerald, like
normal. If only she could be with Arnold... Oh well, he was with Lila, and she made him happy.
That's all Helga wanted. Arnold happy, yep that's what she wanted. She walked up to the love
birds, and tapped on Phoebe's shoulder. "Hey Pheebs."
Phoebe turned around, and smiled at her best friend. "Hello Helga! I'm glad to see that you made
it! You want a cocktail?" Phoebe lifted up a glass full of alcohol and fruit stuffs.
Helga was about to accept, but then remembered what her mom said. She dropped her hand, and
shook her head. "Naw. I think I'll just have a sprite." Helga walked over to the pop dispenser,
inserted her coins, pushed the right button, and grabbed her sprite out of the machine, then
walked back over to Phoebe.
*~I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of site.~*
Helga had a fun time at the party. Dancing, singing, visiting, everything that you do at a party.
Every once and a while, someone would offer her a drink, but she always said "no thank you, I
have a sprite." the party was coming to an end, and several of the teens left.
*~I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.~*
Helga walked out, and got into her car. She drove off, listening to the A*teens. She suddenly saw
lights in her mirror, coming at, what looked, full speed, swerving back and forth. 'Oh my gosh. I
think that person is coming right at me! Crimany!' Helga's eyes bulged, and she pushed on the gas
peddle as far as it would go.
*~Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.~*
Helga lay on the pavement of the road, listening to what the people around her are saying. "Hey,
Judy, it seems that the kid that caused the accident was drunk." the male policeman said, his voice
sounding like he was on the other side of a tunnel to Helga.
*~My own bloods all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.~*
Helga was lying in a pool of her own blood, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She continued
to listen to the people around her, when suddenly a paramedic arrived. He walked over to her,
and checked how she was doing. He began to shake his head, slowly. "I'm afraid that this girl is
going to die." Helga heard him say, and she let out a moan. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
*~I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.~*
Helga thought about the guy that had caused the wreck. 'If only his parents would have taught
him that it was bad to drink and drive, then I wouldn't have to die now. Crimany! Why do these
things have to always happen to me?'
*~So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.~*
She was in a lot of pain. It felt like she had knives all through her body. She wished her mom was
there to comfort her. Then she began to think more about it. The only ones that would miss her
were Phoebe, her mom, her dad, and Olga. That hurt her worse than anything else.
*~Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.~*
She would never see any of them ever again. Well, she might, but just if they go where she goes.
Up, or down. Someone should have taught that boy that drinking and driving don't mix. A pain
jolted through her left side. "Ow..." she moaned, clutching her body.
*~Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.~*
She held herself closer. It felt like a ton of bricks were just laid on her chest. A fresh batch of tears
rolled out of her eyes as she thought about never getting to see Arnold or Phoebe or her family
ever again.
*~My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.~*
Helga coughed, as her breath began to get shorter. 'Mom, I wish you were here. If only I had just
stayed at the party a little longer... or not gone to the stupid thing in the first place, I wouldn't be
dying!' she began to cry harder. 'I'm so scared. I'm not ready yet! Don't take me now, God,
please... I'm not ready...'
*~I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"
So I love you and good-bye.~*
Policemen and paramedics watched as Helga began to leave this world. She coughed a little more,
and they could hear her whisper, "I love you, Mom..." then her eyes rolled back in her head, and
her body went limp. One of the paramedics walked up to her, and felt her pulse. He stood back
up, and turned to the others with a sad look on his face. "I'm afraid she's gone."