As
Time Goes By
This is my first fanfic, so please R&R, don't worry I
can take it ;-)
Disclaimer: It's not mine, if it was I would be jumping up and down in glee and
merchandise.
Here we go!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As Time Goes By~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: "You Must Remember This"
It was late at night, tapping could
be heard a great deal, and there was the familiar glow of a computer screen
across the apartment, along with grunts and sighs. Apparently the writer had
hit a bit of writers block.
"Terrific..." The author
groaned, "And I was on a roll..."
The frustrated author picked up the
nearby cup of coffee and holding their robe together walked over to the bay
window. The view was, to say the least, beautiful. The rolling ocean was shining
in the moonlight and the swaying palms moved along to the same peaceful tune.
Framing the serenity was the active, now quiet, Santa Monica Pier.
The lonesome author sipped the
coffee. 'Crimeny,' She thought to herself about her writer's block. 'Well, at
least I've got this place. Small, but what a view... and no cockroaches like
the last one...Well, Helga ol' gal, you better get some sleep.'
She walked over to her bed and
drifted off. How this paled in comparison to her old life not too many years
ago, since we last saw our hero she went through the regular school path.
Watching Arnold pine for Lila, as she flirtatiously rejected him. Until high
school came along when Helga made a drastic choice to go to a performing arts
high school in the heart of Los Angeles.
She grew tremendously there, even
though she was trapped within the constraints of a boarding school, she felt a
freedom like never before. She stopped bulling as much, and turned more inward,
not necessarily a good change, but a different and educational one.
For once in her life she didn't
have to humor or entertain anyone else. She didn't have to use bullying to
protect herself, she had art as an outlet. She no longer had to struggle
anymore to hold the thread of functionality of her family life together. She
was relatively, or at least her mind was, free.
Of course, her bully mechanisms weren't all but gone; it was simply the fact
that she didn't have the need to use them because her peers didn't notice her
that much. She was known mostly by the faculty, whom many where fans of her
work, in acting and writing. One teacher even helped her get into the
University of California Los Angeles. Or as it is most commonly known as, UCLA.
UCLA was just more of the same, but Helga had some prominent roles in some
productions and she received her degrees in theater arts and literature, which
was very important to her.
Helga had fallen in love with the
city by that time, it's architecture, freedom, allure, and arts-driven
atmosphere. She decided to make this city her home. Her first place on her own
was a junky apartment right behind the famous Mann's Chinese Theater.
Things were pretty decent in the
three years she lived there. Yes, her apartment was only a roach shy of a roach
motel, but she was on her own, in the city she loved, she was writing poetry
again, even attending some readings, taking acting classes, taking
improvisation classes, and even landed an agent. She was a very busy young
woman.
She made a big change in her life
when she landed an east-coast airing commercial for a company called
"Timeless" which produced leather-bound journals and photo albums.
Helga used the money to buy the extremely tiny apartment on the beach, where
she resides today. As well as a car, no more bus for her!
Which brings us to where she is
today. Helga had still been writing, and had never stopped. Unfortunately, on
this night she was particularly struggling. She had just returned from her
acting class, she had a big issue performing a romantic scene with a fellow
actor. All she heard over and over from the teacher (Who was usually kind, but
wearing thin.) was, "Break into reality! Stop being so rigid! Let yourself
feel the emotions!" and so on. There was a problem, but Helga wouldn't
admit to herself why.
Needless to say, Helga's status in
the romance department hadn't changed much. She had been on a few dates, but it
never led to anything serious. She hadn't even been genuinely and romantically
kissed. Only for an acting rehearsal or a play had she ever even been kissed.
It wasn't hidden as much anymore,
but she had grown into a gorgeous, to say the least, young woman, but she still
hid it to some degree. She only allowed some allure to show when she went on
auditions. She had had a considerable men ask her out and fearing anything
serious, she toned herself down. Even on occasion, with a little classic Helga
slipping out, threatened them. It was as if she was trying to spare them the
pain and insanity she had gone through not too many years ago.
So here is her life today, going on
any audition offered to her, taking multitudes of acting and writing classes,
taking many a extra job for some extra cash, and for a daily job, working at
the local Barnes and Nobel bookstore.
So, here she is, our hero sleeping peacefully now, with a decent life that has
now hit a roadblock.
::::::RING!!!!::::::
