AN#1:hello to all, the prologue is sort of dark and depressing and sad. And I NEVER really wanted to have what happened happen but I kinda did and well...don't let it be a turn off from the story. The rest of the story is different...it's good...I promise.
Disclaimer:I own the plot, everything else goes to it's respected owners
Till Death do us Part
Prologue
Helga G Pataki slumped in her chair before the bell. It had been the usual kind of morning for her. She'd overslept, thrown on some dark blue jeans and a pink shirt with her favorite black jean jacket, run a comb through her hair, and run out the door without breakfast. She sighed to herself, at least it was her senior year...her last year to worry about things like this. She glanced around her first block class. As usual she was behind Arnold...whom she still teased but not with such intensity as in fourth grade, now she felt she was over her crush and they had a friendly relationship despite her sarcasm. Diagnol to her and next to Arnold was Gerald Johansen, class president of course, he kept their entire school running while maintaing a 3.5 GPA. The seat behind Gerald and across from Helga was vacant. 'That's strange...' Helga thought, 'Phoebs is NEVER late to class...'
"Hey Johansen," She said, "Where's your girlfriend?"
"I was just about to ask you the same question Helga. I haven't talked to Phoebe since yesterday, she was fine then, I doubt she's sick...do you think she could be late?" Gerald said turning sideways in his chair.
Helga shook her head vigourously, her short messy blonde hair coming loose from behind her ears. "No way, Phoebe has to be sick, she's never been late in her entire life."
"Will all students please report to the auditorium for an emergency assembly." the annoying voice came over the PA system.
Helga stood up...the moment she heard that anouncement she got a horrible feeling in her stomache. Something was wrong...very wrong.
Like a zombie she followed the mass of students headed toward the auditorium. She flopped into a seat in front of Arnold and Gerald, next to Sid clutching her stomache.
"Hey Helga...are you ok? You look kind of pale," Sid asked
"What?" Helga said. "Yeah yeah...I'm fine."
Principal Dotlin walked up onto stage, he didn't look happy. "Hello..students," He said. "I...I'm afraid I have some horrible news, and I feel it would be best to present it to you all at the same time. I'm afraid that this morning, on her way to school our bright Ms. Phoebe Hyerdahl was hit by a truck, some bums who were out partying all night were driving home under the influence of alchol and they hit her. She was rushed to the hospital but...I'm afraid that she died before they got her there..."
Principal Dotlin continued with words of comfort but Helga could no longer hear them. She sat in shock for a few moments...it couldn't be, Phoebe couldn't die...she couldn't... Helga heard Gerald tell Arnold that he wanted to be alone and then the auditorium doors swing open behind her.
It was a lie though, a horrible filthy lie, Phoebe was fine... she was fine... Helga felt hot tears on her cheek and got up running from the room. She ran down the hall to Phoebe's locker and opened it deftly having known the combination for years. Helga took down a picture of herself, Phoebe, Gerald and Arnold at a party from the summer...it was one of the few parties Helga had attended and one of the very few pictures she looked happy in. Helgo took the photo ran. She ran down the long hallway barely seeing where she was going. She turned around a corner and ran into Arnold. Sobbing she looked up at his face...he had tears streaming from his eyes. Helga tried to turn and keep running but Arnold had a firm grip on her wrists.
"No..." She shrieked, "Let me go...I've got to get to the hospital...Phoebe can't have died..she can't...ever..."
"I know...I know..." Arnold said quietly.
Helga stopped struggling and collapsed into Arnold, he walked with her out of the school and down the block to the park where they sat under an old oak tree on the bench and cried for hours.
"How Arnold...how?" Helga said after they'd cried all their tears. "I mean why? why Phoebe? She didn't deserve it, why not someone who did?"
"Helga you know I can't answer that."
"Arnold lets make a pact...here and now." Helga sniffed and pulled out her keychain which had a small pocket knife on it. Helga opened the pocket knife and made a quick cut across her wrist, then she took Arnolds wrist. "This cut," She said making a quick slice across his wrist as well. "Will scar, and the scar will be a reminder forever, that we will never, ever, drink."
Arnold nodded seriously as he watched the cut stop bleeding.
"I can't beleive she's gone." Helga said. "I just can't...I mean...she can't die..tomorrow she'll be sitting next to me again in class, studying as hard as ever and trying not to blush when Gerald tells her how cute she is..." Helga sniffed again as she started to cry.
Arnold wrapped his arms around her tightly as fresh tears sprang into his eyes. He leaned back with Helga in his arms thinking about how much he would miss Phoebe...Somehow the two of them cried themselves to sleep on the bench.
The next morning Arnold walked Helga home before going home himself, they'd slept all night in the park. As Arnold left Helga's house he could hear her father berading her over where she'd been all night and how Olga never disapeared before.
Arnold went home and up to his room. He sat down on his bed with his head in his hand...sweet inocent Phoebe..gone...how could this be? And Helga, who had always been the strongest when it came to blocking out any emotions for anyone, had sobbed like a little girl in front of him yesterday. Phoebe had been so loved...and now...
Two days later the funeral took place.
Everyone who had been close to Phoebe had come. Arnold sat between Helga and Gerald...both of whom spoke during the ceremony. Gerald related a story of Phoebe's kindness, generosity and intelect, and then it was Helga's turn. Helga stood up in front of the congregation and said...
"Phoebe Clelia Hyerdahl was my best friend, and one of my only friends in the entire world. She understood me...something that I don't think anyone else does. Not my parents, or my sister, or my peers, it was always Phoebe. Phoebe knew my deepest secrets when we were younger, Phoebe was the person I always turned to with my problems, Phoebe was always there for me no matter what. And now she's not here...she's not here for any of us, she's in a far better place. If I had one last chance to speak to her...even if I could only say two words...they would be thank you. Thank you Phoebe, for beleiving in me, and understanding me better than anyone else. Thank you."
Bye the time she'd finished Helga G Pataki had tears running down her face. She sat down and felt Gerald and Arnold take her hands.
"I'm here for you Helga," Arnold said, "We're all here for each other now."
A/N#2...I know! Horrible sadness! But this was the prologue remember? The story is better! I promise! No more death! Please review!
Disclaimer:I own the plot, everything else goes to it's respected owners
Till Death do us Part
Prologue
Helga G Pataki slumped in her chair before the bell. It had been the usual kind of morning for her. She'd overslept, thrown on some dark blue jeans and a pink shirt with her favorite black jean jacket, run a comb through her hair, and run out the door without breakfast. She sighed to herself, at least it was her senior year...her last year to worry about things like this. She glanced around her first block class. As usual she was behind Arnold...whom she still teased but not with such intensity as in fourth grade, now she felt she was over her crush and they had a friendly relationship despite her sarcasm. Diagnol to her and next to Arnold was Gerald Johansen, class president of course, he kept their entire school running while maintaing a 3.5 GPA. The seat behind Gerald and across from Helga was vacant. 'That's strange...' Helga thought, 'Phoebs is NEVER late to class...'
"Hey Johansen," She said, "Where's your girlfriend?"
"I was just about to ask you the same question Helga. I haven't talked to Phoebe since yesterday, she was fine then, I doubt she's sick...do you think she could be late?" Gerald said turning sideways in his chair.
Helga shook her head vigourously, her short messy blonde hair coming loose from behind her ears. "No way, Phoebe has to be sick, she's never been late in her entire life."
"Will all students please report to the auditorium for an emergency assembly." the annoying voice came over the PA system.
Helga stood up...the moment she heard that anouncement she got a horrible feeling in her stomache. Something was wrong...very wrong.
Like a zombie she followed the mass of students headed toward the auditorium. She flopped into a seat in front of Arnold and Gerald, next to Sid clutching her stomache.
"Hey Helga...are you ok? You look kind of pale," Sid asked
"What?" Helga said. "Yeah yeah...I'm fine."
Principal Dotlin walked up onto stage, he didn't look happy. "Hello..students," He said. "I...I'm afraid I have some horrible news, and I feel it would be best to present it to you all at the same time. I'm afraid that this morning, on her way to school our bright Ms. Phoebe Hyerdahl was hit by a truck, some bums who were out partying all night were driving home under the influence of alchol and they hit her. She was rushed to the hospital but...I'm afraid that she died before they got her there..."
Principal Dotlin continued with words of comfort but Helga could no longer hear them. She sat in shock for a few moments...it couldn't be, Phoebe couldn't die...she couldn't... Helga heard Gerald tell Arnold that he wanted to be alone and then the auditorium doors swing open behind her.
It was a lie though, a horrible filthy lie, Phoebe was fine... she was fine... Helga felt hot tears on her cheek and got up running from the room. She ran down the hall to Phoebe's locker and opened it deftly having known the combination for years. Helga took down a picture of herself, Phoebe, Gerald and Arnold at a party from the summer...it was one of the few parties Helga had attended and one of the very few pictures she looked happy in. Helgo took the photo ran. She ran down the long hallway barely seeing where she was going. She turned around a corner and ran into Arnold. Sobbing she looked up at his face...he had tears streaming from his eyes. Helga tried to turn and keep running but Arnold had a firm grip on her wrists.
"No..." She shrieked, "Let me go...I've got to get to the hospital...Phoebe can't have died..she can't...ever..."
"I know...I know..." Arnold said quietly.
Helga stopped struggling and collapsed into Arnold, he walked with her out of the school and down the block to the park where they sat under an old oak tree on the bench and cried for hours.
"How Arnold...how?" Helga said after they'd cried all their tears. "I mean why? why Phoebe? She didn't deserve it, why not someone who did?"
"Helga you know I can't answer that."
"Arnold lets make a pact...here and now." Helga sniffed and pulled out her keychain which had a small pocket knife on it. Helga opened the pocket knife and made a quick cut across her wrist, then she took Arnolds wrist. "This cut," She said making a quick slice across his wrist as well. "Will scar, and the scar will be a reminder forever, that we will never, ever, drink."
Arnold nodded seriously as he watched the cut stop bleeding.
"I can't beleive she's gone." Helga said. "I just can't...I mean...she can't die..tomorrow she'll be sitting next to me again in class, studying as hard as ever and trying not to blush when Gerald tells her how cute she is..." Helga sniffed again as she started to cry.
Arnold wrapped his arms around her tightly as fresh tears sprang into his eyes. He leaned back with Helga in his arms thinking about how much he would miss Phoebe...Somehow the two of them cried themselves to sleep on the bench.
The next morning Arnold walked Helga home before going home himself, they'd slept all night in the park. As Arnold left Helga's house he could hear her father berading her over where she'd been all night and how Olga never disapeared before.
Arnold went home and up to his room. He sat down on his bed with his head in his hand...sweet inocent Phoebe..gone...how could this be? And Helga, who had always been the strongest when it came to blocking out any emotions for anyone, had sobbed like a little girl in front of him yesterday. Phoebe had been so loved...and now...
Two days later the funeral took place.
Everyone who had been close to Phoebe had come. Arnold sat between Helga and Gerald...both of whom spoke during the ceremony. Gerald related a story of Phoebe's kindness, generosity and intelect, and then it was Helga's turn. Helga stood up in front of the congregation and said...
"Phoebe Clelia Hyerdahl was my best friend, and one of my only friends in the entire world. She understood me...something that I don't think anyone else does. Not my parents, or my sister, or my peers, it was always Phoebe. Phoebe knew my deepest secrets when we were younger, Phoebe was the person I always turned to with my problems, Phoebe was always there for me no matter what. And now she's not here...she's not here for any of us, she's in a far better place. If I had one last chance to speak to her...even if I could only say two words...they would be thank you. Thank you Phoebe, for beleiving in me, and understanding me better than anyone else. Thank you."
Bye the time she'd finished Helga G Pataki had tears running down her face. She sat down and felt Gerald and Arnold take her hands.
"I'm here for you Helga," Arnold said, "We're all here for each other now."
A/N#2...I know! Horrible sadness! But this was the prologue remember? The story is better! I promise! No more death! Please review!