Ok, I doubt this fiction is going to be any good, but I wrote it anyway. Constructive criticism would be good, if you don't mind. This is just a little my overactive imagination and a whole bag of Cheeto type things made me come up with!!
Disclaimer: ooooo, lets see... if I owned it, I wouldn't be writing here and wouldn't be writing such idiotic things!
The whole day was normal until now, when I got home. I walked in the door, and I didn't hear the tv, or the blender. I walked a little bit up the stairs, and called out, "Anyone home?"
I heard a few noises, then Miriam came out of her room, smiling. Uh oh, Miriam smiling... not a good sign. "Oh Helga, you're home! B and I have some news for you." she said, hugging me. Miriam is hugging... ME?
"What is it?" I asked, pulling away from her and placing my hands on my hips. Bob came out, also smiling which is even weirder. They both sighed, and Miriam opened my bedroom door. I looked in, and gasped in shock. There were boxes, with a lot of my stuff in them. I looked up at Miriam in horror. "We're moving!?" I screeched, grabbing both of my pigtails and almost pulling them out. Ow.
"No, we're not moving!" Bob said. Phew, what a relief. "You are going to go to a boarding school in Olympia!" my eyes bugged out, and my jaw dropped. Olympia Washington!? Course, I'm already in Washington, but Olympia the capital!?
"What!? You're sending me away to a stupid boarding school!? But why?!!" I asked frantically.
"Because, well, your cousin Kali goes there and wants you to be there too. Plus, it's a better school then that one you're going to now. It teaches you more, and it's an all girl school so no boys will be bugging you."
"But dad! I like the school I go to now! I can't go to a 'boarding school', all my friends are HERE!!!"
Bob scowled, and shook his index finger at me. "Hey, hey, hey! You don't talk back to me young lady! The paperwork is all filled out, and your plane is leaving in 2 hours, so you better get packing!" he yelled at me. I clenched my fists, growled, and walked into my room.
I slammed my door as hard as possible, and turned around. "Why do Big Bob and Miriam have to ruin every stinking day of my life?!!?!?" I fell to my knees and began to cry. "Now I can never see Arnold, or Phoebe, ever again until years from now!!!" I cried for a few minutes, then realized that I only had about... what? 1 hour and 46 minutes? Yeah, that's about right. I stood up, and began to pack everything I needed. Then, a thought hit me. "Oh, yeesh! I almost forgot to call Phoebe and tell her that I'm going to a boarding school!" I ran to the phone, and dialed her number.
The phone rang a few times, then I heard Phoebe answer. "Hello?"
"Hey Pheebs, it's Helga. I can't talk long, I was just calling to tell you that the next time I see you I'll either be in high school, or past high school, I don't know for sure." I said, simply. I heard her gasp.
"What? But, Helga, I didn't know you were moving!" she exclaimed. I sighed, and shook my head.
"I just found out that I'm going to an all girl boarding school when I got home."
"But Helga, you can't move! Can't you talk your parents out of it?" she sounded like she was about to cry. Well, I can't blame her, I feel like crying myself. Actually, I already did.
"No, I already tried. I'm leaving in just a hour and... 28 minutes, on a airplane to Olympia. I REALLY don't want to go, but stupid Bob and Miriam had to go and ruin my life, AS USUAL." I muttered the last part. "Well, I was just calling to say so long, for about 10 or less years."
"Adieu, Helga. I'll be sure and email and mail you, as much as feasible." she was definitely crying now. Her voice was cracking, and I could hear her sniff a couple of times. Then, she broke out in uncontrollable sobs. "Oh Helga, I'm going to miss you ssssoooo much!" she whined.
I sighed, half smiled, and shook my head. "Phoebe, please don't cry over me. You'll make new friends. Probably ones that are better than me, even. Like, maybe you can get together with Gerald." I could almost hear her blush. "And don't deny liking him. I've seen those looks he gives you, and you give him. And, remember the cheese festival? You left me there all alone, so you could go home with Gerald. Well, anyway, goodbye." I hung up the phone, and walked back to my suitcase.
I packed the rest of my stuff in 39 minutes, and brought it all downstairs. "Ok, BOB, I'm ready to go, I guess." I grumbled, dropping some of my stuff.
He glared at me, then pointed to my stuff on the floor. "Pick that stuff up, Olga! I can't carry it, I'm driving you there, isn't that enough?" he snapped at me. I sighed in an annoyed way, and picked up my other stuff which made me almost topple over from the weight. We walked out to the car, and I hurled my stuff into the trunk. I slammed the trunk shut, and hopped into the car.
We drove off, and were soon at the airport. I hoped out of the car, and grabbed my stuff out of the back. I ran in, trying to keep up with Bob. "Hey, Bob, wait up! I'm the one leaving here, not you! And I don't know which plane it is!" I called to him. He turned back to me, and stopped.When I finally caught up, he began to walk again.
When we got to the terminal, he turned around and hugged me. Big Bob is hugging me. That is the most extraordinary thing I have ever been part of. He pulled away from me, and smiled. "Have fun, Olga." he said. I sighed, and rolled my eyes.
"It's Helga, dad." I said, and he nodded his head.
~`(A/n: I'm not going to include the plane ride and all that stuff, so fast forward a little here...)`~
When I got there, I stared up at the building before me. "Whoa..." I muttered under my breath. The school used dark red bricks for the outside walls, and was very tall. It almost looked like it could be a college. Course, it's a all girl boarding school, so that means it has girls STAYING here, instead of just coming here. Just like me. I sighed, and walked in. It was much bigger inside. There were girls of my age, tweeners, and high schoolers walking and running around. It looked like it was about 4 stories high, and had a basement. The floor was marble, and I could see my reflection in it. I walked over to the front desk, and slammed my papers down on it.
"Helga Pataki." the woman at the counter read on the papers, then looked over the edge of her glasses down at me. She smiled, and handed me a key. "Welcome. You room is number 423. And here is your schedule for your classes." she handed me a few papers, and noticed how much stuff I had. "Oh my! You need someone to help you with that!" she picked up the phone on the desk, and dialed a three digit number. "Hello?... Hello, Kali, can you come down here for a minute?... Your new roommate needs help bringing her stuff to her room... Thank you. See you in a few minutes." she placed the phone back down in the cradle, and smiled down at me. "Your roommate is coming down to help you carry your stuff."
"Thank you, very much." I grumbled, bitterly, and turned around. I picked up the stuff that I wanted to carry, and left the stuff I didn't on the floor.
The elevator came down, and a girl that was about my height walked up. She looked a lot like me, except with black hair in down pigtails, 'cause she had a similar look to her face. She was wearing a pink t-shirt with a red heart in the middle of it, and green capris. And had a unibrow also. When she got to me, she gasped. "Helga?! Pataki?!" she asked, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Yeah, Helga Pataki. Why?" I asked, raising half of my eyebrow. She pulled her hand away, and revealed a smile. She lunged forward, and embraced me. "Excuse me, but, do I know you?" I asked, pulling her off me.
She nodded her head, and grabbed my stuff. "I'm Kali Josef. Your cousin that you were suppose to meet here!" she said, and turned on her heel. Oh, so this is my cousin I heard 'so much' about. Ha! I only heard that she was here, and I was going here because she wanted me to come.
"Oh." I said, following her to the elevator. We got in, and turned around. She pushed the level 4 button, and we went up. The elevator stopped, and we walked out. I followed her to our room. She grabbed her set of keys out of her pocket and unlocked it.
We walked in, and I stared in amazement. The whole room was pink and red. Kinda clashes, but I don't care. It was big, and had two queen size beds; one on each side of the room. One was pink with white hearts on it, and the other was red with black hearts on it. On at the end of each bed was a cherry wood dresser, one with nothing on it, and the other with millions of little nicknacks. The one with nicknacks was in front of the red bed. I looked over to the opposite side of the room from the beds, and saw two desks. One on each side. They both were made of oak wood, and had computers on them; one pink and one red, of course. The desk with the red computer had a whole bunch of other stuff on it besides the comp, and the other didn't. Beside each bed was a closet, and the one beside the red bed had what looked like a sticker collection. The other had nothing on it. Beside the door that I just walked in was another door. I looked inside it, and there was a light pink bathroom with pink glade candles, two sinks, two mirrors above the sinks, a shower, and of course a toilet.
After looking around, I turned to Kali. "Whoa, is all I can say." I told her, and walked over to the pink bed, which was obviously mine. I dropped my stuff at the end of it, and flopped down on it. I sat back up, and looked over at her. "So, you're my cousin? I never even knew I had more than one cousin." I chuckled.
She smiled, and flopped down on her bed. "Yeah, I just found out myself, and wanted you to come here with me because I heard that you weren't having much of a good home life." she said, kicking her shoes off. So, that's the reason that she decided she had to ruin my life and take me away from my Arnold. Uh, I mean Arnold. He's not mine YET.
"Oh. So, why did you come here? I mean, why didn't you stay home and go to the school you originally went to?" I asked, also kicking my shoes off. She sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.
"I didn't like the school I was going to because all the other kids ignored me, or made fun of me. I wanted to make fun of them also so I could fit in, but my mom always told me to be as nice as possible and people would be nice back. But, hey, life doesn't always go the way you want, so I came here! Also, she couldn't take care of me AND my perfectly perfect older sister, Lara." she growled, clenching her fists. Wow, and I thought I was the only one with a perfect older sister.
"Heh, I have a perfect older sister also. Her name is Olga. Do your parents call you by your sister's name sometimes? Mine do. And I hate it! I mean, crimany, couldn't they pay at least a LITTLE attention to me? No, they couldn't." I said, placing my hands on my hips. Kali chuckled slightly, and shook her head.
"Uh, no, my mom doesn't call me Lara. She calls me by my name. Actually, she doesn't call me by my real name, but my nickname." she said, tilting her head to the side. Huh? She has a nickname?
"You have a nickname? What is it?" I asked, crossing my legs into a pretzel. She looked over at me, and then got up to stretch. Wow, I crossed my legs and she stretched. Kinda funny.
"Actually, Kali IS my nickname. My real name is Kalani, but no one, except my mom and sister know." she said, and walked over to the computer. She sat down, and began to do something on it. I had made a 'oh' shape with my mouth when she told me her name, but now my mouth was back to normal. But then something hit me... Kali always said mom and sister, but no dad!
"Uh, Kali? If you don't mind me asking, why aren't you mentioning anything about a dad?" I asked, undoing my pretzel legs, because it was no longer comfortable. She completely stopped what she was doing, and turned around to look at me.
"My dad? You want to know about that person, is that what you just asked was to know about HIM?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. I nodded my head slowly, and she turned her chair around to face me. She sighed, and crossed her arms. "The reason why I don't mention my dad is because according to me, I HAVE no DAD. He left when I was really little, hit my mom because she had two girls instead of two boys, and never writes. I heard that he used to abuse Lara when she was really little." she said, and turned back around to the computer. She began to type something, really fast, and really angrily. Man, I must have hit a nerve. Better switch to another subject.
"So, do you have any friends here?" I asked, leaning back against my pillow. She stood up, and turned to me with a huge smile on her face.
"You betcha! I have... let's see... 7! Zoe Dell, Diamond Dell, Ciarra Windsor, Deedee Kenton, Rebecca Muhammad, and Elisha Heriberto. Come on, I'm late for a meeting with them anyway!" she grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the room. She pulled me down the hall to another room, that looked identical to ours except with different stuff in it. There were 7 girls sitting in there, all talking. "Hey guys! This is Helga Pataki, my cousin." she said, showing me off like a Barker's beauty does a prize. Hey, I'm no prize!
The 7 girls turned around, and smiled at me. "Hi Helga." they said in unison, and turned back to their conversations. Now, in explaining their looks I'll go from the one closest to me to the one farthest. The one closest to me had curly brown hair up in a some up some down hairdo, glasses, freckles, and a really weird green, purple, and red dress. The next one down the line had medium blonde hair up in pigtails, a blue t-shirt with a yellow flower on the front, and a short yellow with black stripes skirt. The one next had orange hair up in pigtails, a wild yellow and pink striped shirt that went down to her knees, and pink bellbottoms with blue stripes down the sides. The next one looked about 7 years old, had short brown hair in up pigtails, a purple tank top with a pink heart in the middle of it, a teal skirt, and... a grey eye and a pink eye?! Well, that's VERY weird. The next one was a brown haired girl with her hair up in a side ponytail, a black t-shirt that showed her stomach, red shorts, freckles, and sunglasses. The next was a red headed girl with her hair in down braids, a red long-sleeved shirt that had a purple collar and edges of the sleeves, and a red and purple stripes pair of pants. And finally, a sandy blonde haired girl with her hair in a down ponytail with strands of hair sticking out like she hadn't brushed it, millions of freckles, a jean overall skirt, and a purple striped shirt.
I walked over to the girl with the sunglasses, and sat down. "Hi. Who are you?" I asked, making her look up at me. She smiled, and shrugged. I hope she's not sickeningly sweet. Oh, I hope not! I really, really, really, hope not!
"I'm Zoe Dell. Nice to meet you Helga." she said, and turned back to the other girls. They began to whisper, and then they all turned to me. "We've heard a lot about you." Zoe said, and flipped her long brown hair. Kali must have told them about me, or something. I didn't say anything. "You want to join our club?"
I raised half of my eyebrow, and shook my head. "Uh, what IS your little club? 'The maniacs 'r' us club'?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. Zoe frowned, and shook her head. Then what on earth could it be?
"Uh, no, Helga. It's PLOC. 'Piano lovers only club'." she said, crossing her legs. Piano lovers? I've never played a piano before, but I suppose I could try.
"We'll teach you." said the blonde with pigtails. Who on earth is she? "I'm Ciarra Windsor, just to let you know, Helga." I could hear a slight Chinese accent in her voice. Wait a minute! How did she know I couldn't play the piano and wondered who she was!? "Because I'm a mind reader." she said, half smiling.
"What?!" I screeched, my eyes almost popping out of my head. "Mind reader!? What the heck is going on here!?" I was now almost pulling my pigtails out. Zoe sighed, and brought my hands away from my pigtails.
"Now, there are things you should know about this club. 1. We only let girls in the club. 2. We only let girls that love playing the piano in the club. 3. We only let girls with special abilities, like mind reading, in. You got that? Ok, Ciarra is a charmer level 5, a mind reader level 5, and a scientist. Her apprentice, your cousin Kali, is a charmer level 1. I'm a forget forcer level 5, and a computer genius. My apprentice, Diamond, my annoying little sister, is a forget forcer level 1. Shawana Duncan over there," she pointed to the girl with orange hair in pigtails, "is a pathosa level 5. Her apprentice, Elisha Heriberto," she pointed to the girl with brown curly hair and glasses, "is a pathosa level 1. Rebecca Muhammad," she pointed to the girl with the sandy blonde hair in a down ponytail, "is a hypnotizer level 5. And her apprentice, Deedee Kenton," she pointed to the girl with bright red hair and the red and purple themed clothes, "is a hypnotizer, level 1."
My eyes were bigger than I think they've ever been before. "Oh... my..." I breathed, holding my stomach. Zoe gave me a confused look. "Then... if you have to have one of those powers to get into your club, why did you invite me in?" I asked, hoping they wouldn't say what I was afraid of. Zoe smiled, and sighed.
"Oh, I bet you think that you are a normal human with no powers or anything special, right?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Well, yeah, of course I think that! 'C-cause I am! "Wrong!" she shouted, placing her hands on her hips. My eyes grew wider, if that was possible. "You are a charmer, level 4!"
My heart, I'm sure, was going about 60 miles an hour now. "I-I'm a ... wh-what!?" I managed to squeak out. Kali nodded her head, and stepped into the group of us other girls.
"Your mom and your sister are, too. Why do you think Olga has so many boyfriends? Doi! She is a charmer, level 5! She used to be part of PLOC too, but then she got too old, and had to leave." Kali said, siting down next to me. My mouth opened and closed ten times, and everything began to spin. Spinning, spinning, spinning...
"Charmer level 4? Olga, so many boyfriends? Miriam too?" I mumbled, trying to figure it out. The world was spinning even worse now, and I fell backwards. Everything going black was the last thing I remember...