The Faith Of Us.
"I don't know who you are anymore Helga. Or should I call you something else, cause I've got a million other names in mind."
Helga rolled her eyes. "Great. He's gone delirious."
Gerald stepped in. "Arnold's gone delirious, or you?"
"He has a point there Helga."
"Phoebe! I thought you were on my side, and you do whatever I say!"
She glared at Helga. "You know what? Maybe I should've considered replacing you with Lila as my bestfriend. At least she's not bossy with an attitude."
Helga glared back at her. "You know what? Fine! Do whatever you want. But let me tell you this...bossy friends are flawed. I am flawed too, but I'm not bossy, I'm insecure. The best friends you could ever have, are the ones with the most flaws. I don't care about Lila replacing me, that's not important. But I'm just saying that she's almost perfect. And perfect is easy, and easy is boring. What I'm trying to say is, if there's any situation when you need help, how can she relate? You don't want a friend who agrees with every single thing you say. Sometimes you just need a friend who tells you when you're in the wrong. That's what you used to do for me, but I guess it's over now. For all of you, I guess it's over. That's it. I'm done. Take good care of Phoebe, Lila. She's all yours. Goodbye..."
Without hesitating, Helga ran out of the boarding house, leaving all of her classmates stunned.
Helga ran down the street, water crashing down her face like never before. Her sobs got worse by the minute. She ran into her room, shutting the door, then landing face down on her pillow.
"I've done it. I failed everyone." She slowly looked up, seeing her shiny golden locket on the dresser. The picture of Arnold mocked her in her mind. "That smile, I don't even deserve it, it's Lila's. The only way for me to be Helga, the real me. Is to...get over him. Walk my life alone in the dark, until I reach the light. Don't say anything. Don't speak to Phoebe." Helga sighed and fell back into her bed.
In the morning, Arnold yawned, and did his morning routine. After eating breakfast, he walked to school with his best friend Gerald.
At school, Helga isn't in class.
"Where is pigtails?" Asked Rhonda.
Everyone shrugged.
Mr. Jeffrey walked into the classroom. "If you are referring to Miss Pataki, she's in the art room."
Gerald shook his head in confusion. "Why would Helga be in the art room? I thought she knew that she had this class."
"Oh she knows. But let me assure you that what Miss Pataki is doing is doing in the art room, should be none of your concern. Now, let's get on with the lesson."
Arnold looked at Gerald while shrugging.
"Better off if we don't know anyway. She could be vandalising the room for all we know."
They both snickered.
With Helga.
Helga wore a new black pair of glasses that the art teacher gave her to wear. She wore them to keep her vision from getting too blurry in school.
"Ah! Exceptional work Miss Pataki! I'm sure our art professors will be thrilled to have you!"
Helga smiled. "No need for such formalities Lauren. Just call me Helga. And I'm happy to take part in such a great event."
Lauren smiled, and grabbed a seat to sit in front of Helga. "So...tell me Helga. Where does your motivation for painting come from?"
She blushed, shifting in her seat a little. "Well...I paint pictures like these based on experience. And I don't mean, experience like skill, I mean real life experiences. From the past, and what I predict will happen for the future. Right now, I'm not really that happy about the present. I'm in the 9th Grade, just starting highschool here at Hillwood High. So far, it's been a really tough patch of problems. For one, my best friend replaced me, I'm losing my great ideas, my family is not doing so well, and I feel like I'm losing myself."
Lauren leaned back, and thought for a minute.
"Although it's not technically possible to lose yourself, unless you die, I see you meaning that fact in an emotional setting, right?"
Helga nodded.
"Okay. Well...make it all together in one masterpiece. Let your emotions spread. The sadness, the anger, your issues, all stuck together as a whole. Pick up the pieces, and you get-"
"The fact that life sucks." Helga sighed.
"A little more deeper than that."
"The fact that life gives me problems that I need to solve, so I'll grow into my choice about who I want to be in the future. I just need to solve this a different way, other than relying on just my friends. Now that it's not an option, I need to get help from a teacher, counselor, or my family. How was that?"
Lauren grinned. "Bingo."
Helga giggled and checked her watch. "Well...I better get going to class."
"Oh and Lauren?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for getting me these glasses."
"Anytime." She smiled.
A few minutes later...Helga walks into Mr. Jeffrey's class, with her black glasses on, and her books. She sat down on the other side of Arnold, in her assigned seat at the front.
"Ah. Helga, welcome back." Said Mr. Jeffrey.
She nodded with a simple smile. Arnold was glancing at her out the side of his eye. She acted like he wasn't even there, keeping on a straight face for the rest of the time.
Whenever she walked to her locker, she looked over to where Arnold was. Phoebe, Lila, and Gerald were over there, and to her surprise, Lila hugged Arnold, while he spun her around in his arms. Gerald did the same action to Phoebe. They all smiled, and walked off together.
Helga couldn't bare to watch them any longer. Her entire life, felt like a huge pain in the gut. Her heart felt like it stopped beating, and she stumbled backwards, tripping over someone.
"Eugene!"
"Who's Eugene?" Said a male voice.
"Huh?" Helga lifted her head up to see a handsome boy offering his hand to her. She grabbed his hand, and stood up smoothing out her clothes.
"Woah. Who are you?"
"The name's Peyton. And you must be Helga, the girl who just about killed me."
"You must be mistakened Peyton. And how must you know my name?"
"It's written in huge sparkly letters on your shirt. Nice black curved hem bling tee, by the way Helga. It looks good on you."
"Wow. I've only known you for thirty seconds, and your already giving me compliments."
"Yeah, your turn." He smirked.
"Nah, that's not really my thing so-"
"Helga..."
"Fine...I guess I really like your eyes, and your smile and your dark brown hair. What I'm trying to say without completely humiliating myself is...I think you're really attractive. And so far...you seem only slightly funny."
"Well. That's a really big start. Thanks?"
"You're welcome."
He picked up his books.
"And for the record...I think you're really gorgeous, and really funny. You're free to hang out with me whenever you want Helga. Nice meeting you. See ya!" He winked at her, walking off to his next class.
Helga swooned. "Peyton huh?"
"I think I like that name."
Next chapter soon. XD.