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Fanfic Summary: Helga snaps after she sees various things in her life go wrong, grades, family, friends, and her love. She see's the only way out after one night. Will someone save her before it was too late?
Chapter Summary: Arnold tries to talk with Phoebe, Gerald comforts Phoebe, Mr. Simmons enters the picture again, and Helga dreams again. WARNING: Gore, extreme drama, and a probable tear-jerker.
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I will take your votes into consideration ^___^ and we shall soon say what the ending shall bring us. And to those who complimented me on my writing; extra thanks, you boosted my ego a couple of notches, which may or may not be a good thing. O.o;;)
(A thanks to beta-readers, Liz. A warning is that later on in the chapter there maybe some gore and horror. Feel free to skim or skip it.)
Dreams of Blue Skies
Chapter Nine
Phoebe jingled her change in her hand as she tried to get a soda from the worn down coke machine. Damn her weakness. Damn her for crying. Phoebe berated herself mentally. She couldn't stand to be around those accursed depressing letters; neither could the others. The nurses had told them to go home, because there was nothing they could do for Helga, and that they were probably missed by their parents. Phoebe stayed behind. How could she leave?
It would have been wrong on her part. Helga was her best friend. She always was. Granted the first years of their budding relationship had been moreover a slave-and-master kind, it had evolved into something much healthier, something more than the simple commands: it actually grew into a "normal" friendship.
Remembering all the times they spent together, it brought happy memories: Like when she and Helga decided to try out for cheerleading in Junior High, only to be humiliated, and then Helga came up with the idea to get them back "Pataki Style". Phoebe smiled at that memory. The cheerleaders definitely did get the "Pataki Style" and got it good, by Helga and her spraying grape soda all over the brand-new cheerleading uniforms and insert honey into their pompoms, therefore after freeing the wild bees during a school assembly. Phoebe blinked. Boy had they had to answer to the Principal or what. Though Helga took the blame, saving Phoebe's spotless record.
What a fool she was to care about something as mediocre as a "record" seemingly "spotless". Helga saved her skin from a lot of trouble whenever she risked it on the line to go and rebel, always fretting over whether it'll stain her permanent record or not, making Helga always take the blame, albeit not intentionally.
She really was a dunce. Helga cared enough to risk her record, why shouldn't she do the same? Right now, she should be in school.. no-that isn't where she should be.. here. Here is where she belonged.
Phoebe leaned against the cool-feeling wall, goosebumps sprouted from contact of plaster to her ivory skin. Why Helga? Phoebe thought as she nibbled on her lip, absently playing with the aluminum tab of her soda. Why did you have to go and do such a stupid thing Why ruin your life like that?
Though Phoebe was never a strong believer in Christ, she did think life was indeed something to behold and cherish, not throw away. Never did she think, not in a million years, did she ever think that her best friend that she seemed to know, would ever attempt suicide or even contemplate the thought.
A shiver went down her spine. Suicide. What a horrible word. The word was derived from two Latin components, sui, meaning "self," and caedere, meaning "to kill". It has been studied and prodded at from the start. Is it right or is it wrong? Many religions, such as Muslim think that if you die in the name of the Lord's work, it isn't suicide. Others like Christian and Jewish, believe suicide is an unforgivable sin, one that shall condemn you to Hell without even trying. Doctors use it as a "mercy device" to "relieve" the patient of their misery; people try it everyday, male or female, black, white, yellow, brown, of all different races, young and old, just to escape their whirl-a-round of pain.
They believe that there is only one way out. And it was self-death; to impale oneself with a sharp object, to bleed freely, to overdose on pills, to fly downwards from a building, to drown oneself "accidentally," to hang oneself from the ceiling. Yes, there were lots of ways to do it but all had the same principle. To die.
"..Phoebe?" A voice rang out. Phoebe blinked again, cursing herself for zoning out. She looked up and saw friendly green eyes and an odd-shaped head. She warily smiled, though it looked more forced than natural.
"Arnold."
Arnold looked worriedly at her. He had just been to the waiting room to find it nearly empty save the other worried people here for their loved ones. The old P.S. 118 crew was gone save for Gerald, Phoebe, himself and Brainy, but Brainy didn't look like he was going to talk to Arnold anytime soon.
"Are you ok?"
"..yeah, Arnold. I'm just.. thinking.." Phoebe looked down at rubbed her hand on her other arm. Arnold gave a sympathetic smile; he knew the feeling.
"Same here."
There was a silence, only the faint ringing of the telephones and shouts from the medical staff was heard in the distance. Arnold cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Phoebe?"
"Yes?" She still didn't look up.
"I think we should talk." All seriousness rang in Arnold's voice. Phoebe looked up, still playing with the tab of the soda.
"About what?"
"You know what."
"Oh.." Phoebe said softly, as she understood. Arnold wanted to talk about Helga. "Why?"
"It's just that- that.." Arnold gave a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Did you expect this to happen? If you did, how come I didn't or anyone else? Why didn't anyone stop it from actually happening?"
"..There were warning signs. Plenty in fact.. it's just that.. that no one really expected Helga to do it. She's so strong, so independent, no one really expected her to crash down like that." Her voice wavered a bit at the end.
Arnold nodded. "I blame myself for not noticing sooner. I mean, I am the guy that always notices these kinds of things-" He was cut off by Phoebe.
"-and always manage to save the day just in time. I know Arnold. But things aren't like they were back in elementary. Sometimes there are things beyond our reach, things we try to stop but only fail. You know Helga had a saying, 'Don't let the pigeon crap on you, ruin your day.'" Phoebe smirked a little at the end. Arnold gave a short chuckle. Yeah, that is something like what Helga would say. Phoebe giggled a little. Somehow the small bit of humor of Helga's "wise" saying cheered them up on the rainy day.
"..I never knew she loved me.." The laugh died shortly after Arnold spoke. Phoebe gave a gentle smile.
"So she told you?"
"Yeah.. through the letter.."
"Letter?" Phoebe had a sad look. That was the reason she was out here still. Her weakness, her tears, it all came back on her.
"Phoebe, are those things true?"
Phoebe bit her lip, causing some blood to seep out. What to do? What to do?
"...yes.. Yes, Arnold they are true." Arnold turned pale.
"Al-all of it?" His voice became weak and unbelieving.
"That depends on what she told you. Now all I know is that she loved ever since kinder, had to cover it up with a bully facade, and that it was the start of this damn situation!" Phoebe uncharacteristically spat out bitterly. Arnold flinched a little, and Phoebe noticed, and softened her face.
"Sorry, Arnold. It's the whole thing. It just sort of rushed out on me."
Arnold nodded, forgiving her immediately, though it did disturb him that even Phoebe thought he was to blame.. "You don't think it was my fault? Maybe If I arrived earlier or-"
Phoebe cut him off for the second time in their conversation. "No Arnold." She said firmly. "It isn't your fault. It was all of ours. The 'maybes' won't do us any good right now, or even the 'what ifs', nor dwelling on the past. If you want something to know about Helga, all I can say is that Helga is a girl of many rules, no one exactly knows what goes on in her head.
"She's basically a mystery; an enigma, if you will. No one expected her to strike out like that. A depression like hers usually takes months to come about and surface into something serious like suicide, so something must have really gotten to her to attempt fatal suicide after-.." Both knew what she meant. The get-together with Lila and Arnold. Arnold nodded, as Phoebe continued, "For now, all we can do is just.. watch.. Don't let the pigeon crap on our shoulder ruin our day."
Arnold gave a short smile. "Yeah.."
"Hey Arnold!.." A familiar voice rang out.
They both turned and saw Gerald walking toward them. Phoebe, on any other circumstance, on any other occasion, would have blushed and shied away from Gerald's presence, but not today. Today was different.
Arnold acknowledged his friend in a nod, and seeped into somewhat a deep thought. "Gerald. You know Phoebe?"
Gerald directed his attention to the short seventeen-year old. He slightly smirked.
"Yeah, I've seen her around campus." Giving a small wink to her, which she avoided cleverly.
"Gerald." She said politely, never forgetting her manners. Just because she was mourning her friend, doesn't mean she could be rude to a guy she obviously liked. She played with the tab more.
"Am I interrupting something?" Gerald questioned at the silence. Could it be..
"What?! No!" Came their immediate yells. Gerald chuckled a little and put his hands up in weak protest.
"Just an assumption.. Don't shoot me now."
Phoebe didn't notice how her finger slipped and the soda came all around her chest and face, matting her hair of its sugary contents. Both men jumped in surprise at the unexpected incident.
"Oh shoot!" Phoebe cried as the brown liquid seeped itself into the light blue blouse. No matter. It wasn't as if it were a particular favorite of hers.
"Gerald, I think you should help Phoebe-"
"No, Arnold that's ok, I'm-"
"No nothing. Gerald." Arnold gestured
"Where you going, Arnold?" Gerald questioned as he gently grasped Phoebe's arm and started leading her to the nearest restroom.
"I don't know, but I have to trust my instincts." That was all that came out of Arnold as he left, in the direction of Helga's room, busy connecting the pieces.
*****
Gerald guided the silent Phoebe to the restroom. Phoebe went inside, with Gerald watching her, not knowing why he was doing what he was doing. Oblivious to his staring, Phoebe took washcloths and dampened them, desperately trying to get the stain out. To get clean. To be free of guilt.
Wait.. Phoebe stopped. Where did that come from? To be free of guilt? Am I guilty? Did she feel guilty for not stopping Helga in time?
Yes. Yes, she did.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks. She was supposed to stop Helga. She was supposed to be a best friend that noticed something was wrong! Damn it, why didn't she notice sooner? Why wasn't she the kind of best friend that helped?
Gerald got closer to her, noticing her tears. "Phoebe, you oka-" He was cut off by yelling from Phoebe.
"WHY?! Why did this have to happen?" Phoebe choked on her tears, throwing down her washcloth. "Why couldn't I save her, or she come to me for help? Why did she have to close herself off, and I didn't do anything?"
Gerald didn't say anything except rub her back comfortingly. His mother used to do this whenever he was stressed out and upset, reminiscing, Gerald gave a small smirk at the memory. Phoebe moved closer and rested her cheek against Gerald's left shoulder.
"God, Gerald! I'm such an awful friend!" Phoebe sobbed into the African-American man's shoulder. Gerald had a confused look as he tried to figure out what to do. He had never comforted females. Usually he was the reason that he made them cry, and always walked away, but with Phoebe-he couldn't do that. He couldn't be that indifferent and cruel. Afterall he did have some attraction towards the crying female.
"Sshh.. it's ok, Phi.." He shushed her crying as he rocked her in his arms. "It's ok.."
'I wish it was..' Phoebe thought as she openly cried into Gerald's body. Somehow she felt oddly comforted by him just being there, yet the freshly sprung-up guilt inside of her was alive, faint now that Gerald was there, but still there.
****
-Start Dream-
Helga opened her eyes only for her to shut them again against the cruel and harsh wind blowing against her. She shielded her eyes with her hand as she looked around, and couldn't help but feel horrified at the sight.
Her Dream World was ruined.
Trees were uprooted and scattered around, the grey fields were strewn and separated violently, the sky rumbled with ominous lightening and thunder. It was horrible. Helga looked around and saw her house, monotone as ever, separated in two, broken windows, glass everywhere; the weeds overgrew, making a dry-vine like appearance to the dull colored picket fence. Lightening crackled in the distance, trying to intimidate her.
Helga walked, her clothes blowing and moving with the rapid air movement. She shivered. It felt as though someone dipped in her in ice water; it was so cold, so.. arctic here. Helga had gotten closer and saw a flicker of yellow. Rushing towards it, she saw her counterpart, laying on the ground, looking at the sky, oblivious to all around her.
Alarmed, Helga leaned down at looked at herself. Yes, a rather strange experience. Her other self blinked and turned her head to look at Helga, but her expression remained neutral.
"Helga."
Helga tried to speak, but found she couldn't. She literally couldn't. Her vocal cords seemed to cease all function, leaving her speechless.
"Speechless, eh?" Her counterpart seemed to read her thoughts again. Glaring, Helga nodded, pointing to her throat.
"Feh.." Her counterpart ignored to give any other words. "Yeah, I know... have a nice time out in the Real World?" The last part came unexpectantly bitter. Helga widened her eyes out of shock, somehow knowing this was widely out of character. Her counterpart paid no mind to Helga, and went on staring at the sky. Helga followed her look-alike's gaze.
The sky was a turmoil of emotions, which confused her. Could the sky express emotions? No, it couldn't!
"Why not?" Helga turned back to her look-alike. She was still staring at the sky.
'Why not what?' Helga thought back, figuring out that her look-alike could read her thoughts. It had been so obvious from the start.
"Why not? Why can't the sky feel?"
The question was dumbfounding, so ridiculous, that Helga had no answer.
"You know, the sky cries sometimes, and sometimes it hides. Ever wonder why it's blue?" The question came with a wistful sigh. Helga didn't answer, just laid on her back and looked up at the sky with her counterpart. "I do.." Her counterpart resumed talking. "I miss the blue skies." Helga ignored her counterpart's seemingly insane ramblings and continued to gaze at the sky, trying to figure out the big mystery.
The sky. It could feel. It could actually feel!
Anger.
Sadness.
Depression.
Hope.
All blended together so well, so artistically, so-.. beautifully and sorrowfully, yet Helga couldn't surpress her excitement, her passion alighted with the feelings.
Feel.
It's been, or seemed like a long time since she last tried that. The sky continued to rumble, and lightening seemed closer than before.
Helga closed her eyes. Time seemed to stop for her. She could feel no pain for once. The heart-wrenching ache in her soul eased, the cold pit in stomach warmed.. she could feel.. the hope. Something cold prickled down at her forehead. It felt smooth like water and rolled down her temple, and landed in the grass.
There! There it was again, this time it landed on her cheek near her eye. Helga opened her eye, and widened in surprise. The grass turned charcoal grey, the clouds above, so black and troubled, had sprouted rain. Helga covered her nose. A rancid stench reached her senses, and had made the bile in her throat rise.
'Oh God! What is that smell?' Helga looked next to her and found that her counterpart was no longer there. She scanned the area and found everything decaying, but no look-alike her. She got up and walked around, going through knee-high meadows, separating it. Helga almost called out her counterpart's name, when she remembered that she couldn't speak or know her look-alike's name. Rolling her eyes, she saw that searching out in the open wasn't working and made her way back to the house to look inside.
At the house, she stepped inside. It was déjà vu all over again. A faint crunching noise and a sharp pain came from under her. Helga gasped and picked up her barefoot to find glass half-imbedded in it, with blood, red as ever. It dropped to the ground, mingling with the rain. Helga forcefully pulled out the piece of glass out of her foot and winced. She didn't think she'd feel pain, afterall it was just a dream.
Right?
Shaking her head, she limped towards the door, still hanging from it's hinges, lopsided as ever. Carefully avoiding more glass shards, she made it to her porch. There was swingbench that hung from one side, the other met with the hardwood floor.
Nimbly stepping in, she searched the room. Everything was the way it was before: disheveled, messy, not exactly the coziest view in the world.
Helga passed the 'living room,' her assumption of course, and moved down the hall, looking more closely at the broken frames of pictures on the wall. Most were smashed, glass hanging off, barely hanging on, covered with smudges so she wouldn't know what or who was in the picture.
'If this is my house, than maybe it's pictures of me.. or my family.' Helga thought bemused. Her have a family? What a laugh. As much as she knew, she lived alone in this house and probably had about twenty different cats all named after famous poets. Helga wanted so much to laugh at that dry and sad humor, if it weren't for her vocal cords not functioning.
She passed the kitchen, and expected to see the old version of her still huddled in the corner. What Helga saw, made her back away a couple of steps.
Her other self was hanging from the ceiling, hung by a corded rope. Flies were buzzing around her obviously dead carcass, and the crystal blue eyes that held fear when Helga first saw them were open and vacant. Helga held her stomach, afraid of the bile that threatened to rise up.
Helga walked on, never looking back at the horrid sight.
She hear the indistinct sound of crows in the distance. Helga's mind was swimming with questions. Why did her future self die and become such a decayed corpse? Where was her other self? And more importantly.. were her other selves dead also?
Helga turned around the maze of hallways and came into a room only look away and retch on the floor.
Her three year old self, still in dirty pink overalls was blue in the face, wet and cold it looked, with dried blood streaming from the young child's ears, her eyes halfway closed. Bruises covered the young three-year old's neck. Helga drew in a shaky breath and stumbled out of the room. She wandered around, clutching her stomach, wiping away the remains of her retch from her lips, grimacing at the aftertaste.
She looked out the broken window and saw crows on the branches of a dead tree. They cawed, their black eyes eyeing her. Helga scowled at them. What were they looking at? Stupid birds..
Helga never did like birds that much. Stepping slowly, cautiously looking around her new surroundings, afraid she might stumbled unto another dead self.
After what seemed like an hour, Helga growled in frustration. The halls and paths and stairs never ended! They just kept going and going and going, like she was to be cursed to walk them forever.
What was she even looking for in the first place?
Helga closed her eyes. 'My.. my other self. That's what I'm looking for. Where is she?.. she has the answers to the deaths.' Helga was still puzzled at the death of her two other selves. Her older self, her younger child self.. all that was left was her other self and nine-year old self. But maybe they were still alive. That was when the now familiar smell of rotting flesh came to her nose.
She indeed spoke too soon.
Gasping, she covered her mouth, eyes wide as she looked at the dead nine-year old. The nine-year old Helga's wrists were slashed repeatedly, her hair matted with dried blood, sleeping ethereally in her own bitter crimson substance. Her eyes were closed, as if she were indeed sleeping, but the only telltale sign that she wasn't was the stillness of her. No breath came from her lips, and her skin was a sick shade of white, too pale to be normal.
She was dead alright. Helga felt more bile rise up in her throat, and tried to swallow it back down. Running away, she knew that she had to find her other self, before death did.
Stumbling into an open door way, she found her otherself, staring out a wide window, overlooking the deceased empire. Miles around there were brownish-grey fields, trees clutching over and withering fast, crows acted as black shadows. The storm produced wide amounts of lightening and rain, causing some of the fields to overflow.
"Hello Helga..." Came the dreamy breath of her counterpart. Helga stood still, watching her look-alike carefully. Something wasn't right..
Then came the bitter and biting chill of her counterpart's laugh. How hollow it sounded, how.. disturbing.
"Damn right it's disturbing!" Her counterpart turned, and a chillsome smile was planted on her features. Helga didn't move, save for her step back.
Her counterpart continued to laugh, then stopped suddenly, staring at Helga with dark and displeased face. "I hate you, you know."
Helga gripped the frame of the doorway hard, still staring right at her look-alike. There was something so dark and twisted in her eyes.. it wasn't even human.
"I've always hated you. I've just come to realize it recently. You, always going into the Real World, leaving me in this hellhole." She spat. "When it should be YOU in here. Not me! It was always supposed to me out there but you, you ungrateful little bitch. You had the chance, while I, I was forced to be reduced as your damn subconscious! I hate you!"
'You..you killed them didn't you?' Helga whispered mentally, eyes wide with fear.
Her counterpart had pleased expression. "Yes it was me. What can I say? They were annoying me, the buggers.." She gave a cold chuckle.
Helga couldn't believe it. Her counterpart had gone insane; but who wouldn't after spending most of their time here? Here in this dead land?
'You're crazy..'
"Perhaps I am.. but even if I am crazy, I finally realized that I am worthy of life and you aren't. You know what it's like living here?!" She screamed, taking out the black revolver that Helga only used days ago. Helga stood, stunned to even flex a muscle.
"Over and over I hear their pathetic screams of help, how I'm supposed to nice and understanding, ever-faithful to the Lord. Well screw that basturd!" She gave another chilling chuckle. "Now to finish you off.." Helga's look-alike cocked the gun. "You know, I'm going to enjoy this.."
'You are crazy...' Helga thought as she backed away. 'What the hell happened to you?'
"I simply grew tired of the nice and caring shit." Her look-alike grinned madly as she advanced towards Helga. Helga stumbled back as her look-alike pounced on her like a panther on a gazelle. She aimed the gun at the struggling yet fallen Helga and pulled the trigger.
-End Dream-
*****
Mr. Simmons finally made his way to Helga's room. He opened the door, and peered inside. The light inside was dim, but the flashes of lightening from outside outlined the figures. There were machines hooked to Helga, small tubes connecting with her veins and other openings, a small I.V. monitor was on his right side 'bleeped' every now and then. He could faintly make out the body intertwined with the sheets and the glistening of blond hair shimmering from the light outside to be Helga. The old teacher stepped forward in the lightened darkness and came to Helga's bed. He set down the white roses on the seat next to him, making a note to himself to ask for a vase for it.
"So, Helga, tell me, my dear, why did you do this?"
Silence.
"I see you won't answer me then." Mr. Simmons gave a short chuckle that sounded warm and friendly, familiar to a child seeing Santa Claus for the first time, and suddenly being afraid until he hears that laugh of his. So bright and cheery even in the darkest of hours and the bleakest of nights.
"No matter, dear. I take no offense." Still no answer. "I bet you are wondering why I am here, eh?.." Upon hearing no voiced opinions, he continued. "Well, I shall have you know that I was worried about you. My dear, suicide is not the answer. It may seemed that way, but it isn't. When you were in my class, I saw something rather special. You, my dear, had a soul and were far more mature than others your age, like Arnold. You were like a darker side to his.
"I knew you loved him, but why waste your life? There's always hope, no matter how dark the night or cloudy the rain... Helga, I won't go into 'special' details now, but- ahem.." Mr. Simmons cleared his throat a little and looked absently out the window. The rain had gotten much worse.
Mr. Simmons directed his attention back to her. "Helga.. there are so many words that I want to say, so many things I want to tell you, but I don't know how to express them. All I can say Helga, is that when one of my children, yes mine, hurt themselves, I feel concerned. More than concerned. Worried. I will help you with whatever power, though it may not be a lot on some other people's opinion, I swear I'll help you recover from this...Helga?" Mr. Simmons' smile faded a little when he saw her hand twitch and her whole body shook violently.
"Helga?!"
Mr. Simmons jumped from his seat and made for the door.
"Nurse?!" He cried out then went out into the hallway. "NURSE!"
****
Helga could faintly hear the doctors around her working as she felt a slight prick into her back, and felt her body calm down and her heart slow down considerably. Everything was a heavy haze, a blur of white light. Her vision was cloudy and before she could even think, her world blacked out.
No dreams this time.
TBC...
Wow am I evil or what to end it there? ^_^ Again thank you to the people who voted. Your reviews will be taken into delicate consideration, but I shall say that Brainy is the winning the race *coughhintcoughhintcough* but to all the H/A lovers out there, and even those that don't want a happy ending but a character death, I will be find a way to please everyone. ^_^ Thanks again.
And now to clear up something. There is a P/G pairing here. Though it really won't go much into detail, just that part and maybe something brief in the end. Now your asking, if Brainy supposedly will get together with Helga, what will happen to Arnold?
Simple. I'll just make him die in a car crash.
*everyone boos and hisses at her throwing vegetables*
Um.. did I say car crash? I meant he lived alone for a while, became successful in making infomercials and married to some nameless chick.
*others nod in approval*
(Inner dilemma)
Ok here's the latest on the poll:
There's several of people saying, "Go with Brainy! Brainy deserves Helga!"
.....and there's alot of people saying, "NO, no! Go with the unhappy realistic ending where Helga dies..!"
Also there's the "Um.. I have no answer, so go with whichever is best.."
And last but not least, there's at least one person for, "Arnold, you dolt! Pick Arnold!"
-_-;; It is rather stressful, since I'm rather conflicted. There are some people who says Arnold sucks and Helga should be with Brainy. One: I intended this fanfic, as everyone knows, to be a H/A romance, but now.. I don't know! O.o;; This is what we should vote on now..
A. Happy ending (she gets on with her life, or gets married to either of the two guys, specify in review or email)
B. Unhappy ending (Helga dies, so on and so forth, like a group suicide *shrugs* just a real sad ending.)
C. Who really gives a damn? Just give us an ending! (I.E. you don't know)
And no, this is not a feeble attempt to get more reviews, if you think that. I'm just a 14-year old girl desperate to finish her fanfic and need the guidance of my reviewers.
Now to do something fairly unexpected, I will plug in a story of a friend of mines.. ok so maybe she's not exactly a friend but pretty darn close to it.
Ditey's fanfic, "Knowing When to Stop" Anyway to summarize it up, How far would Helga go to get Arnold? Would she risk her friends, family, schoolwork? Her life? Truly dramatic and worthy of reviews! *pokes everyone into reading it* In my opinion even better than this fanfic! *everyone gasps* Ah, yes, even better! ^_^
Email me at Phoenix67851@aol.com for questions, comments, or just say something to me like "Hi there, I'm so and so."
-Bunni