Chapter 1: An Unwanted Visit

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold because if I did it'd still be on.

It was that time of year again. The time where Olga comes in for her semi-annual visit. This time she was coming home from Africa. She had been there helping build schools for under privileged children. Not to mention she also then taught in the schools she helped to build. Helga isn't surprised that this is what she'd be up to now. Olga couldn't just be a normal college student, could she? Having better grades wasn't enough for her, she'd also have to go on all these missions to prove she was a better person than Helga, too.

Helga was tired of living in the shadow of her sister. It'd been that way for as long as she could remember. Olga always got all the attention while Helga was left to fend for herself. Even when Olga isn't home she is still neglected. Regardless of whether or not Olga was actually home had nothing to do with it. Either way she still received all the love and attention from her parents. Helga couldn't help but wish misfortune on her seemingly perfect sister.

"I just wish that she would disappear or maybe even show the slightest sign that she's not as perfect as everyone thinks she is!" Helga bitterly proclaimed to her best friend as they walked home from school.

"Don't say that, Helga! You should never wish bad things upon anyone, especially your own sister!"

"Phoebe, you just don't get it. Me and Olga will never get along. I barely even consider us sisters because whenever she's around it's like I don't even exist in that family."

"Maybe this time will be different", Phoebe said with hope in her voice.

"Yeah, and maybe pigs will fly out of my nose! Nothing ever changes, Pheebs. Well, I gotta run. I can't keep the family waiting. Today we're going to the airport to pick up Olga."

"Okay, Helga. Just try to play nice with your sister, okay? You never know, something different can happen this time around. Olga can surprise you. See you tomorrow in class."

As Phoebe scurried away Helga dragged her feet up the stairs leading up to her front door and was greeted by none other than her father.

"Hey! Where have you been, little lady?!" Big Bob shouted. "Don't you know we need to pick up your sister from the airport?"

"Well since I missed the bus and you refuse to pick me up I had to walk home", Helga scowled.

"Don't you go blaming this on me, Olga!"

"It's Helga, Dad."

"Yeah, whatever, let's just get a move on. Miriam! We're leaving!"

There was no response.

"Olga, go get your mother and bring her out to the car", demanded Big Bob.

"Helga, Dad. For the second time, it's Helga, but sure I'll go get her."

"Don't you back sass me, little lady!" Helga's father scolded.

Helga ignored her father. She wasn't in the mood to fight with him anymore. Helga began to make her way to the kitchen where she was certain she'd find Miriam, and lo and behold, there she was. She was sitting at the counter completely passed out next to the blender and one of her famous "smoothies." A puddle of drool spilled from her mouth and her glasses were practically falling off her face. Typical, Helga thought to herself. She placed her hand on her mother's boney shoulder and began to shake her.

"Miriam! Big Bob is waiting for us in the car. You need to get up now."

Helga's mom slowly turned her head toward her. Her eyes were drowsy and her hair was a mess.

"Helga, not now", Miriam slurred as she began to place her head back down on the table on the pool of saliva.

"But Mom, we need to go pick up Olga from the airport, remember?"

"Oh, Olga! That's right, I almost forgot!" Miriam exclaimed as she nearly jumped out of her seat.

Of course. For me she wouldn't budge, but the second I mention Olga she practically pummels me over just to get to the car. Why can't they see me the way they see Olga? Better yet, why can't they see Olga as a regular person and not this perfect human being?, Helga wondered as she sluggishly made her way to the car.

"Come on girl, speed it up!" Big Bob yelled out from the drivers seat as he obnoxiously honked at her.

Helga crawled into the backseat of the car and curled up into a ball next to the window seat. Her parents almost instantly began talking about how wonder Olga was and how excited they were to see their favorite daughter. It didn't take long for Helga to grow tired of listening to their chatter so she pulled her iPod out of her pocket. Boy, was she glad she remembered to bring that! It took her some time to untangle the headphone wires, but as soon as she did she placed her ear buds in and put on the loudest music she could find. She knew she was going to have to sit through days of her family gawking over Olga so she figured she'd eliminate as much of it as possible.

As Helga gazed out the car window she began to think. Well, here goes another Olga visit. I can only imagine the crap that I've got in store for me this time.