Life is a Dream
Chapter 1
Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD OLGA, TURN THAT DAMN ALARM CLOCK OFF!!!"
"Alright! Alright! Criminey…"
A drowsy Helga G. Pataki rose herself from the comfort of her satin sheets and stumbled clumsily through the darkness until her hands came across the very item that was the cause of such chaos. After turning off the alarm, Helga ventured into the nearest (and only) bathroom located in the Pataki household. She examined her appearance in the teal green vanity mirror. Dull blue eyes, tangled blond hair, and pale white skin greeted her. Ever so gently, Helga pulled back the sleeves of her night gown. The teen's arms were covered in track marks. She sneered at her appearance. How could she have sunk so low? It had only been three months since that fateful day. On this day, Helga G. Pataki had finally realized that her beloved would never be hers. The day that that auburn haired slut had snatched up the sweet boy that had plagued all of her thoughts and dreams for years. The day that the inevitable had happened. The day Arnold Shortman confessed his love for Lila Sawyer.
He'd been crushing on her since 4thgrade but never had the audacity to ask her out. Only at the end of sophomore year did he finally tell her how he truly felt. Over the years the shy, well behaved, and self proclaimed "Little Miss Perfect" had matured into a beautiful young vixen. Her conservative and childish attire had long since been replaced with crop tops, skimpy mini skirts, and more provocative wear. She gossiped with only the most "in" of the in-crowd and carried herself with the confidence of a supermodel. So it was not much of a surprise that Lila had found herself yet another boy-toy to play around with. And Arnold proved to be quite a catch. Although he was far from the ultra buff hunks that most girls salivated after, he had developed a lean and muscular physique due to all the sports he participated in. His cornflower blond hair no longer resembled a broomstick and had rested at the nape of his neck. He stood at a height of 5"10. Not too tall. Not too short. To put it in teen-aged girl lingo, Arnold was your typical "hottie". Helga sighed softly and smiled thinking about how handsome he had grown to be. Her brief and happy reverie was brought to sudden end however from a horrible memory. During that hot June day, Helga had walked in on Arnold and his new girlfriend in the midst of a make-out session. The sight of her beloved kissing…kissing that bitch! It only rubbed salt into her freshly opened wounds. She ran home at full speed and threw herself onto her bed, sobbing hysterically. It didn't matter that she had made the honor roll for that year. It didn't matter that Big Bob and Miriam were finally beginning to acknowledge her existence. Who gave a fuck! If she couldn't obtain the one thing that mattered most in her life, than perhaps life wasn't worth living.
Thoughts of suicide had momentarily graced her mind when her sulking had been interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. "Oy! 'Elgs, how's it goin'? S'been forever since we've last talked.", Charlie, a transfer student from Wales she had befriended that year, asked. "Bitchin' good Charles.", Helga responded morosely, " Life's never been better." "So thy lady says. Though I detect a most distinct sense of distress in your angelic voice. Tell me 'Elgs, what is the cause of such unhappiness?". Helga smirked at her friend's wittiness. It's what had drawn her to him in the first place. Charles "Charlie" Ainsworth had only been attending Bickman High for six months but already half of the female population attending school had a crush on him. With his laid back mannerism, Welsh accent, and unique style, Charlie was the epitome of the chick magnet. He became good friends with both Stinky and Sid. The three boys eventually formed a band called Julie's Tears of Passion. Sid performed vocals and guitar, Stinky did drums, and Charlie provided screaming vocals and bass. Despite getting off to a slow start, the band proved to be very successful and within seven weeks the boys had secured a record deal. Their first album was to be released in spring.
"It's nothing Charlie. I just haven't been feeling too well lately. You know, it must be that bug that's been going around. Highly contagious and all…"
"Riiiiiiight. Well in that cause, you must be too sick to attend our performance at Quigley Stadium. What with the fl-"
"Quigley Stadium!!! Criminey, are you kidding me? They booked you for a performance?"
"Of course they booked us . Why wouldn't they? We're only one of the best recently formed bands out there and the youngest might I add. Me, Sid, and Stinks reserved you and Pheebs front row seats."
"Charlie…"
"No need to thank me. Just show up around sevenish, before the majority of the crowd shows up. I already gave Pheebs a call."
Helga remained silent for a few seconds. "What could ever I do to repay you?"
"Jesus Fuckin' Chris' 'Elgs! What happened to that smart arsed, tough as nails bitch that I've come to know and love? You're acting like a total cream puff. Yeh don't need to pay shit, just come and enjoy. M'kay?"
"Fine. But expect me to ram my foot up your ass for calling me a bitch and a cream puff all in the same sentence!"
"Tha's more like it " he responded happily.
Helga said a hasty good bye to her friend and glanced at her clock; 5:35 p.m. it read. Good, she had about thirty minutes to get ready and from there it was a ten minute walk to Pheebie's house. The stadium was fifteen minutes by car depending on traffic. Helga couldn't help but smile regardless of the events that had occurred earlier that day. Things were starting to look up.