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This part is set just before the series begins...
Prologue
A soft wind blew through the trees as Helga sat in the park, waiting for her older sister to return from the music store. "Where is she?" she muttered to herself. "She was supposed to be here by now!" Pulling her thin jacket closer around her, she looked across the pond at the kids flying kites. Gazing wistfully at a certain blonde, Helga sighed. "Oh Arnold, why do I have to hide so?"
"Helga! I got it!" Hearing her sister behind her, Helga looked over the back of the bench and saw a girl with dark auburn hair running towards her. "It finally arrived! I got the latest cd!"
"That's great!" Helga said as she watched Cordelia waving her bag around. As her older sister got closer to her, Helga saw the happiness in her identical eyes.
"No kidding." Sitting down on the bench, Cordelia pulled out the cd and popped it into the cd player that was between them. Listening to the first song, they smiled. "Perfect!"
"Cordelia, what do you plan on doing now?" Helga asked as she hugged her jacket even closer to her, shivering.
"I want to get out of here," she said as she leaned back on the bench. "No more having to deal with Bob and oh-so-perfect Miss Olga. Ugh, what does Olga have that we don't?"
"You mean besides the grades, the honors, and the attention from him?" Helga said sarcastically. "She's 'Daddy's Little Girl' and can do nothing wrong." Turning her gaze back across the pond, she scowled as she saw that the kids from her class were gone.
"Let's go home, sis," Cordelia said as she saw Helga's expression. "Bob's probably back by now. You know how he gets when we are late to dinner, especially with Olga visiting from her last year in college."
"Yeah." Not looking forward to going home, Helga got up and followed her sister out of the park.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Hearing Bob yelling at Cordelia after Olga had left, Helga cringed as she hid in her room. "What do you mean you are 'going on tour'?"
"Exactly what it sounds like, Bob!" Cordelia yelled at him just as loud. "If you cared to listen to what I say, you would know about the group! Damn it, Bob, you have no respect for those of us that make a living actually doing something that feeds our creativity!"
"Just what do you mean by that, young lady?" Creeping down the stairs to hear better, she tried not to make any unnecessary noises.
"You know very well what I mean!". As Cordelia screamed at her father, she didn't realize what she was unleashing. "You don't care a wit about me and Helga, do you? All you care about are your stupid Beepers, and what extraordinary thing Olga does next! That's why I'm leaving!"
"Oh no you don't, Olga!" Bob roared at the auburn-haired girl. "If you set one foot out of this city, you will never be welcome in this house again, do you hear me?"
"Like I care about anyone in this house except for Helga!" She scowled as she picked up her bags. "Know this, you bastard. If I ever find out you have hurt Helga, you won't have to worry about kicking her out later on in life. I'll come back and take her with me, damn the consequences."
Watching her older sister walk out of the living room, Helga looked at her cautiously. "Do... do you really mean that, sis?"
Hearing the softly spoken question, Cordelia knelt down to look Helga in the eye. "You bet I do, Helga. I would come back here in a heart beat if I found out Bob had hurt you like he did me." Placing her things down for a second, she pulled her younger sister into her arms. "Don't give up on your dreams, no matter what they cost you." Pulling back, Cordelia grabbed her things and stood up. "Have a good third grade year, you hear? I'll see you again soon, lil sis."
Watching the younger of her older sisters walk out of the house, Helga felt a tear run down her cheek. "Bye, big sis."
