This is going ot be my version of how the jungle movie would go. Hope you enjoy this first chapter.

I'm running as fast as I can but I can still hear the cruel laughter of all those who surround me. The halls seem to be getting longer and longer, when will I reach door? I can almost feel the cold metal bar against the tips of my fingers, but suddenly the world catches up to me. I can feel my body hit the ground and can hear nothing but the already horrid laughter grow louder and more terrifying.

Throughout all of the pain coursing through my face, heart, chest, and legs, I lift myself up to face two girls, Rhonda and Lila. Rhonda may be laughing loudly in my face, arms wrapping her developing waist as tears form in her misty eyes, but Lila has her head down. Underneath her red bangs, I can see her cheeks rise and the smallest indication of a smile as her shoulders shake joyously.

I turn around to look at the face of Phoebe. She has a look of shock next to Gerald's smirking cool expression. Beside him is…

He's...

He's horrified. Slacked Jaw and wide eyes scrunched in repulsion as he looked at me. I can see the slightest glimpse of anger brewing in his eyes as he scanned the rest of the lunchroom. Phoebe had the most blank look on her face while Gerald just shook his bent down head, the signs of an almost invisible frown coming above his crossed arms. Phoebe seems to be reaching out to me but I sprint out of the room before she can do anything.

"Good riddance!" That's what I hear, but it only seems to be a mumble said so low I can't depict whose voice it is. I can feel something tickle down my cheek as I rush out of the school and into the street. The wild laughter of the peers around me are still echoing in my mind, the words 'Good riddance' yelling, each time louder than the last and Arnold's perfect voice becoming clearer and clearer.

I collapse onto my knees, this is too suffocating. I'm here, gasping on my hands and knees in the middle of the empty streets of Hillwood. My throat feels as if it's closing up and I feel around for my locket only to find it missing. The sweat mixes with the tears as I finally lay on my back, looking at the sky.

"Helga!" I hear a muffled cry. The voice sounds so familiar but I'm too far in my misery to pay attention. It wasn't until I hear it again that I look to the side, meeting the lack rubber of a car race in front of my-

"AHHHH!" I hear myself scream. The hallway light illuminates through the little slot underneath my bedroom door. Great, I woke Bob and Miriam again. This is the third time-

"Seriously Miriam, this is the third time this week she's woken us up with her screaming. She needs to be more quiet!"

"B, maybe she had a nightmare."

"Nightmare? The girl is 13 years old and more importantly a Pataki. What would she have nightmares about?" I hear them argue on their way to my room. The angry baffoon opens my door without the slightest thought as if he doesn't respect my privacy. "What's all this screaming about?" He literally shouts at me.

"B," Miriam says behind him. "keep your voice down. We don't want to disturb the neighbors again."

"Me? What about her? She's the one screaming her head off like Freddie Krueger came at her!" he argues back.

"Hello. I'm right here." It's like they forget I'm in the room sometimes. And my room none the less.

"Hey, don't get sassy with me young lady." He grumbles.

"B."

"It's Helga, Bob. Hel-"

"Yeah, Yeah. I know how to spell." Now he's not even listening to me. He turns around the corner back to bed as I turn in my bed to face the wall. The light in the hallway is still shining on me so I guess Miriam left it open until I feel the end of the bed gain weight. Although Miriam and I have a slightly better relationship than Bob and I, I still refuse to look at her.

"Helga…" she says softly. I finally turn around to see her looking down on me with a concerned look in her eyes. She can't really be concerned about my screaming could she? I turn back around and look at the wall. "Helga please look at me."

"What Miriam?" I ask with a heavy sigh as I sit up and look at her.

"Are you alright?" she asks. "You know you can tell me.". I look her in the eye and find the most compassion I had ever seen. It makes me want to tell her, but I just can't. I just can't.

"I'm fine Miriam." Hopefully it's convincing enough to get her out of here so I can get back to sleep. It's four in the morning and school starts at seven. She looks as if she's debating of whether I'm telling the truth or not but gets up anyway and smiles down on me. A rare smile she gives when she's truly sober.

"Alright" she walks to the door, but before walking back in the room, she turns towards me. "Get some more sleep. You have school in the morning." With that she leaves, walking out of the room without closing the door. I get up to close the door, and I swear I hear Miriam say something before entering the door. After I close the door, the bed and me make an extra appointment after I flip over my pillow.

"Swindled Fighter…"

"Salutations Helga." Phoebe said to me as I sat down in the bus seat. We were about five isles away from where Arnold and Gerald were sitting and Gerald wouldn't stop looking back here. I swear, if I wasn't holding my own secret away I would have blurted out the obvious years ago.

"Hey Phoeb's." I know my pathetic attempt at hiding my tiredness fails when Phoebe shoots me a concerned look.

"Are you alright Helga?"

"Yeah. Bob just kept me up with his rambling about the Beeper Emporium." Well it wasn't entirely a lie. Bob was gloating about his new commercial and new flip phones coming in until Miriam had to tell him to go to bed at midnight.

"If you say so Helga." She responded hesitantly. As Phoebe continued rambling about random things, most likely Geraldo, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. I'm seriously questioning that dream. I don't dream often, and whenever I do it's always about my oblong Adonis, but this is just a nightmare. I could never imagine what would cause me that much pain.

This began as something weird. Just a bunch of kids laughing at me for some reason and me wanting to teach them all a lesson. I would wake up annoyed or angered and walk around my room a few times or feed Cujo, my pet dragon izard that Bob and Miriam doesn't know I keep. Then they became more horrifying. I began waking in cold sweats, panting, and eventually it got up to what it is now: Screaming.

Twice-not counting last night- my parents have been woken up from my stupid conscience showing me some of my greatest fears and twice I've been yelled at. Last night was the only time one of them actually thought about what was wrong with me instead of them, but I know this can't keep going on like this. I need to talk to some one about this, or anyone that can give me the slightest hint about dreams. Maybe in Dr. Bliss' next session tomorrow afternoon I'll mention it subtly.

"Helga!" I hear my best friend shout next to my ear.

"What?!" I shout back, but it was suppose to be in surprise instead of anger. I'm just a little tired and cranky. Phoebe looks hurt after I observe the empty bus.

"Helga the bus is empty. We're at school." She says albeit a little frightened. I get up and we get off of the bus.

"I'm sorry about that Phoebe. I was just…" I trail off. Can't really explain why I suddenly lash out like that, but for me it's normal so no one should really care.

"Helga are you sure you are alright?" she asks before lowering her voice as we catch up to everyone else. "This isn't about…you know…".

"Well…" I try to explain. To think about it, I still don't know the reason as to why my dreams always end up the same way, with me lying in the middle of the street about to get run over. Each dream the tire gets closer to my face and I can say that time was too close for my liking. "It's not entirely about him really."

"Well whatever it is, you know you can talk to me Helga. This has been happening for a few months after the winter dance. Did anything happen?" Phoebe conjures. Nothing really happened there, nothing to gain me such horrid dreams.

"No Phoebe's, but I'll see you at lunch alright?" I try to get her to leave me alone. I don't really want to push her away, but this is something I just can't lay down on Phoebe. She's helped me enough throughout the years and she had her own problems to deal with.

"Absolutely." Thankfully she leaves for her locker. As I get things out of mine, I can already hear Arnold and Gerald turning the corner, talking about one thing or another.

"-I swear the dream was telling me something Gerald. Maybe I should take the opportunity and call him." I hear Arnold say.

"But Arnold, that number is at least twelve years old! He could have changed it or moved, so many things could've happened in that amount of time. I mean, look at your life for example, and all of the changes you've gone through." Gerald points out. What are they talking about?

"But my dream says so." Arnold argues back.

"Look buddy," I begin to slowly walk into the classroom to hear the rest of their conversation as they pass by. "If anyone knows anything about dreams, it's you. So I'm gonna let you really think of all the consequences of your decision before you do anything crazy." We al exit the classroom, although I was a little farther, and take our seats. All the way from across the room, I look at Arnold. He seems to be distracted at the moment, probably rethinking all that happened in whatever they were talking about but that is the least of my worries.

It seems I have found someone who knows a little about dreams.

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