This is my first story. Sorry if I have grammar mistakes: I'm fron Uruguay and English is not my first language. Here it goes:

ODE TO JOHN LENNON

CHAPTER 1

-I'm telling you, Pheobe, she's in LOVE!!

-Oh my Helga, are you sure? I mean, how would you know?

-Criminy Pheobe, you are talking to ME, I know when someone is in love AND SHE IS IN LOVE. She has that dreamy look, that stupid smile and that silly way to say "Oh, I'm sorry baby sister, I wasn't listen to you"- Helga said mocking Olga- Yes, Pheobe, without any doubt Olga, the golden kid, my perfec sister is in love head over heels with someone

-And don't you know who is he?

-No, but i'm going to know it soon, and you are gonna help me. Now listen to me.

-Listening…

This conversation is taking place in a bus stop, nothing out of the ordinary. Let's focus now on how they look and not in what they said. A 12 years old Helga Pataki is talking, and if someone had leave when she was 9 and had come back right now, this person woul say "Is this Helga? I would swear she looked different. But wait a second, she hasn't changed at all". Confusing, eh?

She has big foot, but not as big as their used to be and she still wears white shoes. Her legs are long and slim, well built, her body is already developed althoug her age, and she hide her curves under a pink dress, which reach her middle leg. Her face is surrounded by long and wavy blonde hair, wearing a half ponytail. She has sharp and strong features, big mouth, big nose, and TWO eybrows, darker than the rest of her hair. She has changed, and hasn't, at the same time. She is not beatifull, but atractive. Not cute, but extremely interesant and exotic. And the most amaizing thing about her is the expresions that play constantly on her face: smile, brow, hiden smile, and satiric laugh, smirk, and an always confusing blank expresion. And as her face, she can be either loved or hated, either admired or a blank for all the laughs. And she knows the effect she has on people.

It's not easy to be Helga, and it's not easy trust on anybody when there is so differents opinions about her. And it's difficult to trust when nobody tought you so. But there is one person in which Helga trust: Pheobe Heyerdal.

Pheobe was changed: her black hair loose around her shoudels seems like a raven's wings. She start kepting it long when Gerald told her that he liked it. She wears blue clothes, pretty much like she always did. Her glasses are smaller now, but she is still a petite person, minimized by Helga's high. But they are a good match. Really, Helga's personalitty is the same as always, but Pheobe's changed. It wasn't a sudenly change, and nobody realize it until it was already accepted like the usual stuff. Nobody but Helga noted. Althuogh her egocentrism, she realized there was something new on her friend since the first day, and she let it happen. Pheobe has reached her independence. And their relationship is better than anytime.

Let's get back to them. They are getting into one bus, and Helga is still talking and Pheobe is still listening. As the bus kept going, we noticed thier destiny: Helga's house.

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