Ok this doesnt have an exact plot line. It kind of a see where it goes kind of thing. I do know that this will probably more than one chapter, I wouldn't leave you hanging like that. Anyways R&R

Ps: I don't own the characters. I am simply borrowing them for my own personal gain...muhahahaha...

The Movement Chapter 1

Things were much different for me back when I was nine. There had been a lot of things I didn't understand. But at the same time, there had been quite a few things I understood perfectly well. For example, my dad, he had been a bit of a dead beat, and showed a shitload of favoritism towards Olga, but I also understood that he had his moments where he cam through for me. And Miriam, I didn't understand why she was always so tired and kind of ditsy, but I did know that she could be an amazing person if she really tried. And then there is Olga, sweet and totally innocent. I never understood how she could be so oblivious to all the crap going on around her. But I did understand that it was mainly optimism, and though I would have never admitted it to anyone, I looked up to her. I still do for that matter. I could go on and on about things and people I didn't and still don't understand but I think it's time for me to explain how my life is currently. Honestly, my life has been a lot better lately, although the reason sucks. When I was about twelve Big Bob Pataki had had a heart attack. The doctors had told Miriam and I that it was stress from his job, which had been going down the drain. Miriam had also secretly believed that it had to do with her constant drinking, so when the doctor mentioned work and home based stress, she immediately, without hesitation told me that she was quitting drinkingand needed my help. Big Bob had died that same day, nearly destroying Olga and Miriam. Don't misunderstand, I was totally hurting too, but instead of crying I took it out on anyone who even glanced at me with a tiny bit of pity. It made me the biggest bully I the entire school, and I am ashamed to say that too.

These past five years, I had been working on my attitude and manors. Olga actually helped me with that, and after I got my true personality sorted out, Olga helped me too look like an actual girl. We got rid of the unibrow and the dumb pink dress. Don't worry i'm still fond of dresses, just not that ugly thing. Oh, and one more thing. Right after Bob died, Miriam didn't want to live in that house any longer, saying that the memories were making it hard to stay sober, so around my thirteenth birthday Miriam, Olga and I moved far away for four years. And now? We are moving back to Hillwood.

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"Helga, did you pack your lunch?" Miriam called from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes, and grinned. Ever since she had gone sober she has been trying to catch up for the years she's missed out on my life, and sometimes I think she forgets that I'm now seventeen years old and not ten.

"No, Miriam, I have money for lunch. I gotta go or ill be late." Miriam rushed into the hallway where I was waiting and gave me a quick hug, avoiding me with her flower covered hands.

"Bye, honey have fun at school."

I slipped on my helmet and put a strap around my dress so it wouldn't fly up and locked my book bag in the compartment. As a sixteenth birthday Miriam and Olga had pitched together to get me a customized pink scooter with a book bag compartment, dress strap and a built in radio. I felt nerves rack through me as I got closer and closer to the high school. Would anybody recognize me? What would they think when they found out who I really was? I had been terrible to them for my entire life, and been a raging bitch for nearly a year. I mean I would understand if they didn't recognize me, considering how much I changed. My hair is cut short to my shoulders and I had bangs that hit my eyebrows. I still have a pink bow, although it is much modest size, and a paler shade of pink. I also had on a spaghetti strap yellow sundress with a modest neckline, and reached just above my knees, topped off with white strappy gladiator sandals

After finding a parking spot near the back I got my things together and took a deep breath. You can do this Helga old girl. You know these people. Yeah but they don't know you. What if they think it's an act? I growled and told the snarky voice to shut its trap. Ok so maybe I haven't changed all that much.

Steeling myself, I made my way inside to the school and to the office. Getting my schedual was quite a bit quicker than I thought it would be, which wasn't entirely a good thing. Before long I found myself squeezing my way through the masses of a lot more students than I expected to find my locker. Seeing the locker Number 252 just across the way from me, I grinned in triumph and made my way across. That's when I heard the laughter. I knew that laugh anywhere. Phoebe had grown out her had quite long and had a very short yet feminine body. She work a blue sweater dress with a black belt and look black heeled boots. She was talking with Gerald, who had actually grown to be quite handsome," with a hint of scruff on his chin and a lot shorter hair. Neither of the had seen me yet, so I snuck up behind Phoebe and smiled shyly. "Hi, Pheebs."

Phoebe gasped, spun around and screamed. Both Gerald and I flinched. "Helga! Oh my, I can't believe it's you! And then Phoebe's expression went from pure joy to the deepest hurt. I felt like crying, that look made me so guilty. "How could you? How could you leave without a word? How could you ush me away like that? Do you know how worried i've been? I thought I had lost my best friend for good, Helga. Why?" My heart cracked.

"I am...so sorry Pheebs. I never meant to hurt you, or anyone for that matter," I said this to Gerald imploring him to understand. Surprisingly he smiled and nodded. Guess he understood more than I gave him credit for. "Phoebe," I begged. I would have gotten down on my knees if need be. " I needed the time for just Miriam and I. I am so sorry, please forgive me." I ignored the surprised look Gerald shot me. No doubt it was the idea that I was begging for forgiveness rather than being stubborn like he expected.

Phoebe teared a bit teared up a bit before she finally nodded her understanding. " I forgive you." I threw my arms around her and laughed.

"Thank you Pheebs. I knew you were my best friend for a reason." Phoebe blushed a bit.

"What is your first class?" I handed her my schedule. She squealed in delight and showed Gerald. He actually smiled, happy about something having to do with me, which was surprising. "You have first period with us, and every class has at least one person from the gang. Your so lucky."

Phoebe and Gerald walked with me to first period, pepping me up a bit, since most likely the teacher would introduce me to the class. This scared me a bit, putting myself on display for everyone to judge, which had never crossed my mind, that I would be presented to the class like a prized specimen or something.

Outside the classroom door I could hear chatter, and a few familiar voices registered. Rhonda for one, Sid, and Harold, although he sounded a lot less like a pig and more like an actual teenager. Phoebe gripped my hand for a second before lacing her fingers with Geralds, yo my utter surprise and total delight, and gently pulling him into the classroom. I took another deep breath before slowly pushing the door open and confronting the classroom. The chatter went silent, and I blushed a bit, knowing full well the attention was on me. I heard a couple whistles, and someones unmistakable muttering about the hot new girl. Geez they really didn't recognize me. Boy where they in for a whopper. The teacher was young though not too young. Maybe in her early forties. She had brown hair and a kind smile. She seemed slightly familiar, though I couldn't place her face.

The woman smiled. "well, hello Helga. It's very nice to see you again. How have you been these past few years?" Finally it hit me, and a big grin split across my face.

"Dr. Bliss?" I gave her a tight hug. "It's so good to see you! I've been god actually. Had a bit of a change in perspective."

"How so, if I might ask?"

"Well, after Bob died a finally realized how good I had it. It may not have been great but it was still better than some have." I then blushed deeply, realizing the class was watching in stunned silence. "I'll uh, talk to you in private another time." Dr. Bliss nodded a smile on her face.

"I think it's time to let the class get there time with you. Do you mind if they ask a few questions? We all completely understand if you don;t want to Helga." I thought about it, then nodded.

I faced the class, oddly calm after seeing Dr. Bliss again. The first question was from Harold, who actually looked really good, having lost quite a bit of weight and gained quite a bit of muscle. "Helga? As in Helga Pataki?" I nodded just as someone else shot off another question. It was Rhonda, who had let her hair grown out, and allowed herself a larger wardrobe.

"Why did you move? And why didn't you tell anyone?"

I dreaded this question most of all. Not that it was overly private of painful, just hard to admit. I mean I may have changed but I am still a tough as nails Pataki. "Um, I had to do it. I'm sure you all remember how bad I got the year I moved. A few nods and spoken confirmations made me flinch a little. I really had been a bitch. This was really hard for me to do, but I knew in my gut that I had to. They had to understand. "Miriam and I needed to get away from everything that made us who we were. Everything that made her drink and made me a bully. We needed each other and anyone else would have made the transition extremely hard." I glanced at Phoebe apologetically. She nodded. "as much as this pains me to admit...i am sorry for how I treated you all. And I hope you can forgive me." they stared at me in stunned silence. Harold was wide eyed, and Sid was grinning. Gerald had a proud look in his eyes, and Rhonda looked contemplative. It scared me to death. I know full well, that they could make my life a living hell if they chose.

Then Rhonda grinned. "Well, I know I forgive you. I mean look at you. That outfit is totally cute." Rhoda's comment was all it took to break the ice. Everyone knew that if Rhondaloyd could forgive me, then I must have truly changed. My hart rate slowed back down to a normal pace, and I was finally allowed to sit at my desk. The rest of the day went mostly easily.

I should have known the peace wouldn't last this long. As last period rolled around, it never registered in my mind that I hadn't seen the one person I had been dieing to catch a glimpse of. As I made my way to my last class, with Gerald with me, I saw the worst sight I could ever have laid eyes on. Standing against the wall, with the one girl I ever told other than Phoebe, with the one girl I never expected to betray me so deeply, someone who knew how I felt, and would always feel, was Arnold. Kissing Lila Sawyer. The dainty redhead I had trusted my secret to. Phoebe stiffened and Gerald cursed. But before he could pull me away, a strangled cry echoed down the hallway right before I sprinted into the nearest girls bathroom and collapsed over a toilet sobbing.

So tell me whatcha think por favor? And tips? Mistakes I missed so on... do you like it..hate it? May I at least say that if you did not like it and wish me to know, please try mnot to make it sound rude... if you must I will find a way to delete it though I will not delete comments simply giving constructive criticisms which I could always use since I am simply an amatuer writer in hopes of becoming professional. R&R thanks peeps.