I know the second paragraph is a bit weird. I am just going to explain it a bit. There are two sides of Helga, the outer bully side that is mean to everyone, and gives her a reason to fit in (she), and the sappy romantic inner Helga, that is only really given a reason to shine when Arnold is around (Helga). So I know it sounds kind of bad but there is a difference and I wanted to clear that up. :)

PROLOGUE

The two of them were best friends. Well, not at first. At first, she loved him but he didn't even like her. Then as time changed she told him what she really thought of him. He was shocked to say the least. For five years she had been nothing but mean to him. She called him many names, threw/spit things at him when he wasn't looking, and just wasn't all that kind to him under any circumstances. He didn't think she was as mean as she said she was. On many occasions, he even admitted that to her, but he knew it wasn't enough to make her stop. He was trying to save his neighborhood from her father. She knew that if his neighborhood was destroyed, he would never see her again. Since she didn't want him to leave she tried to help him out under a secret identity. When he cornered her and found out who she was, she had no other option but to tell him why she did it. The moment when she shared her true feelings for that boy, truly changed everything. They tried to play it off as if it being the heat of the moment, but neither of them could put the incident past them. The both of them wanted to go about their lives as if nothing had happened, but after weeks of trying to ignore it, the boy decided he would tell the girl his own feelings. He told her that he felt the same way. He thought it would be like the last time he liked a girl. She thought he liked her, she then liked him, and when she said she didn't anymore, he liked her. There was something more to it this time, though. This girl never stopped liking him. Five years she kept him in his heart. She liked him longer than his parents did. They left him when he was a baby, but she didn't. People could argue that his parents had no choice, that they had to save an entire race from suffering their demise. The thing is, by saving the lives of others, they ruined what could have been a happier life with their son. He never had to worry about this with Helga. She liked him since the first time she saw him. No matter what she did, or whatever his response to it was, she always liked him. But no, in a way, she didn't. She didn't like him at all. She liked her friend Phoebe. She liked the bow that he kept in her hair. She liked hitting Brainy. She did not like Arnol because, well, it was so much more than that. She loved him; the way she loved writing poetry, or how she loved it when her sister moved to Alaska. He made her so happy. Everyone else looked at her and immediately saw the bad. They called her a bully and constantly made fun of how she looked. He didn't. He never once made fun of her and knew that somewhere inside of her was a nice little girl crying to get out. That was why he finally gave her a chance.

The two of them dated for years. She didn't have to hide her kind side anymore. She could finally stop being the nasty bully that everyone seemed to know and she just became Helga. And the boy, he liked her even more. Helga wasn't afraid to be herself anymore. More importantly "Helga" had someone who "Helga" could talk to. With her best friend, Helga knew that if "Helga" didn't want to talk, "Helga" didn't have to. But the boy, he made her talk; he made sure that her mind was clear of troubles, because he couldn't live with her bottling up her anger anymore. All he wanted was to make sure that Helga was happy with herself, and more importantly, he wanted to make sure that Helga would never leave him. For a while talking to him made everything better. Helga realized although that bit made her feel better, it didn't change anything. Her father was still angry, her mother was still in rehab, her sister was still perfect, and through it all, he was still the only person to know that Helga existed. He took her out to many dinners and movies but in the end, Helga always had to go home. Helga always had to see her dad and realize that she had no real identity. She was never really Helga after all, she was Olga's sister. And that was all she would ever be. And her dad, well he never let her forget it:

"Hey Olga, is that friend of yours, what's his name Arthur, coming for dinner?"

"My name is Helga, dad, and no ARNOLD said it was his grandma's birthday today. So no, he won't be here. As I've told you."

"Hey, don't you sass me, little lady. You should be happy I even let you date Alfred."

"His name is ARNOLD, dad. And why is that?"

"Well, after that stunt Olga did with her old boyfriend, I am not gonna make the same mistake with you. Oh how I do miss your sister."

"I am not going to make the same mistake as Olga because if you haven't realized, I am not her. She was always called Olga by her father. She was surprised she even knew her own name. She had promised to come back for her stuff and the pain of coming back haunts her thoughts. The girl walks out of her house, but despite her promise, she doesn't come back. She never comes back, because from that moment on, the girl is never seen again. But she did get what she wanted, she was no longer just a she, because from that day forward everyone finally mourned the loss of Helga G. Pataki.