It was pouring buckets, but she couldn't walk back into that house. With her parents problems, that house was a terrible image to remember and look at. She put her bag on her head and walked to the nearest convince store. She went right to the hair color isle. She didn't want her parents to recognize her anymore. She found a dark brown color that went well with her eyes. She also bought some tweezers, a bag of chips, a soda, and a cheap sweater that was too big for her. She paid and started walking down the streets.

It started to thunder with a mixture of lightning. She went into a diner and headed right to the bathroom and locked the door. Helga took the hair color and scissors out of her bag and placed it right on the sink. One by one, she took each hair in between her eyes and removed her eyebrow. She took out the hair-dye and turned her lovely blond hair that her mother has, and turned it into a deep dark brown. She looked at herself in the mirror as the dark brown washed down the drain. She didn't even know who she was. She didn't even look like the old Helga. The old Helga that would push around people at school when she was 9, but now at 14, who was she? She picked up her bag, walked outside, and sat in an ally. Where she pulled out her chips and soda and started eating. When she was done, she realized that she was all out of money. And also had no idea where to go. So she sat there, cuddling her legs to her chest as her oversized hoodie sheltered her head.

Why aren't you more like Olga?

I'm Helga, Dad.

I'm Helga, Mom.

I'm Helga, Miriam

I'm Helga, Bob

Helga,

Helga

Helga…

Helga…

"Helga?"

She was scared to look up. And then she felt the rain stop pouring on her head. She looked up and saw an umbrella.

"Is that you?"

It was Arnold.