A/N:Chapter Three. Please review people, I need to know what you want, what you like and don't, okay? Thanx!
Disclaimer: You already know I don't own it, do I really need to say it?
"Secret of Ahel"
Chapter 3
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The school day dawdled on, and upon the stroke of 3:00, every kid in the neighborhood of P.S 118 rushed home to complete homework, play with friends and continue their lives. Helga Pataki walked along side her best friend of the past 6 years, a young Japanese/American girl with black hair and eyes, Phoebe Hyerdahl. Both girls strolled along the gray slate sidewalk in an unusual silence that was only broken by a slight cough or a whisper of wind. But something was different to Helga, her feet seemed to be dragging like some extreme force of gravity was holding her down. It was as if the sidewalk itself, with all of its little weeds and tufts of grass growing through the cracks, was not solid at all, but instead a thick cement only minutes away from drying, as it had once been. Eventually a sigh from Phoebe broke the prolonged hush,
"Helga?" Helga's gaze stayed on the granite that kept her moving at such and uncomfortably halting speed.
"Helga?" Phoebe prompted.
Helga shook the forlorn look out of her eye, and turned to her companion, "What is it Phoebs?" she questioned in a slightly depressing manner.
Phoebe played with her fingers as she spoke, "Helga, it appears to me that your a little...well, 'out of sync' as it were. Usually your verbose nature keeps up a somewhat lively intercourse, but today, you seem the slightest bit...preoccupied. Is something wrong?"
Helga looked up at her dear schoolmate, and stared deep into her eyes. Phoebe was smart and understood a lot. A lot more than her anyway. Maybe she could find a way to help, or at least advise her. It was at that point both girls arrived at Helga's front door, and walked in hanging up their coats and heading to Helga's room.
"Phoebe..." began Helga, "I just...I haven't been feeling right lately. Everything seems wrong, I know you've had to notice something. No one else has, or at least they haven't let on that they have."
Phoebe met Helga with an uncertain look, "I'm sorry to report, that I honestly haven't noticed anything 'wrong'. Maybe your just generating these thoughts, through some form of...paranoia?"
The small light of hope that had held in Helga's eye, now dimmed as Phoebe finished her explanation.
"So," Helga flopped onto her bed, memories of the night before flooding her mind. A slight tremor went through her body, just enough for Phoebe to take note of, but not to comment on, "your saying I'm imagining it, right?"
Phoebe sat on the end of the bed, just across from Helga. "Precicley." She smiled.
Helga stood up, a slight hint of anger beginning to take form.
"Oh, I get," a slight smirk now came to her face, "so your saying I'm daft, loony, off my rocker, out of my head, crazy, nuts, ready for the funnyfarm!!!???" Now Helga was yelling at the top of her lungs, her face right up at Phoebe's, "Well guess what, I might be, but at least I know when I'm imagining something and when its real, and let me tell ya, this is real!!!"
By the time she was done, Helga was red in the face and breathing heavily. So much anger had built up in her, simply because she knew what she was talking about, but no one had seemed to care or believe. And now Helga's last hope, her best friend Phoebe, had just been snuffed out. Helga turned away, arms folded, a scowl upon her brow. Then, as she was about to say something more, the young girl noticed the hurt look in Phoebe's eyes.
Helga sat down next to Phoebe, and placed her arm around the girl in a comforting gesture, hushing her voice, "I'm sorry Phoebe...I've just been a little angry about this whole thing." Now Helga's voice, just as quickly as it had switched from anger and frustration to a soft whisper, became filled with conniption. " It's just that, no one seems to want to listen when I tell them about how the weather seems funny, or how the air seems heavier, or how no matter where I am there's always this little red light that I know is watching me!" Tears began falling down her cheeks as she sat back down on her bed, knees to her chest and head down.
Phoebe stared with even more perplexion. What did Helga mean about the weather and the air and some 'little red light'?
"Helga...what are you talking about? Your hysterical and your beginning to scare me...please Helga, explain it to me, maybe I can understand then."
So, with a deep sigh, the young blonde child closed her eyes and began her long story. She spilled everything to Phoebe. For once Helga G. Pataki wasn't keeping everything bottled up inside (not that she was exactly spilling every thought and emotion she had ever had) just allowing the basics to come forward. And at last she ended with her dream...that 'so real you could have almost touched it' dream, that had plagued her continuously all week. When finished, Helga blinked and opened her eyes, expecting to see her vigilant friend sitting upon her pink sheeted bed...but instead of that warm, comforting scene of the one person who had cared and would probably always do so...all she saw, was a small red light surrounded by gray and black smoke...
"Oh my..."
A/N: Sorry for the slight delay, but I'm working on another story...not as serious as this one, more of a comical crossover if you will. Not written as good (*thats on purpose obviously ;)*), but I think you'll all like it. And I know I said I try and make each chapter about 1000 words, but I found a decent ending place, and its deserving enough. R&R!!!!!
Disclaimer: You already know I don't own it, do I really need to say it?
"Secret of Ahel"
Chapter 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The school day dawdled on, and upon the stroke of 3:00, every kid in the neighborhood of P.S 118 rushed home to complete homework, play with friends and continue their lives. Helga Pataki walked along side her best friend of the past 6 years, a young Japanese/American girl with black hair and eyes, Phoebe Hyerdahl. Both girls strolled along the gray slate sidewalk in an unusual silence that was only broken by a slight cough or a whisper of wind. But something was different to Helga, her feet seemed to be dragging like some extreme force of gravity was holding her down. It was as if the sidewalk itself, with all of its little weeds and tufts of grass growing through the cracks, was not solid at all, but instead a thick cement only minutes away from drying, as it had once been. Eventually a sigh from Phoebe broke the prolonged hush,
"Helga?" Helga's gaze stayed on the granite that kept her moving at such and uncomfortably halting speed.
"Helga?" Phoebe prompted.
Helga shook the forlorn look out of her eye, and turned to her companion, "What is it Phoebs?" she questioned in a slightly depressing manner.
Phoebe played with her fingers as she spoke, "Helga, it appears to me that your a little...well, 'out of sync' as it were. Usually your verbose nature keeps up a somewhat lively intercourse, but today, you seem the slightest bit...preoccupied. Is something wrong?"
Helga looked up at her dear schoolmate, and stared deep into her eyes. Phoebe was smart and understood a lot. A lot more than her anyway. Maybe she could find a way to help, or at least advise her. It was at that point both girls arrived at Helga's front door, and walked in hanging up their coats and heading to Helga's room.
"Phoebe..." began Helga, "I just...I haven't been feeling right lately. Everything seems wrong, I know you've had to notice something. No one else has, or at least they haven't let on that they have."
Phoebe met Helga with an uncertain look, "I'm sorry to report, that I honestly haven't noticed anything 'wrong'. Maybe your just generating these thoughts, through some form of...paranoia?"
The small light of hope that had held in Helga's eye, now dimmed as Phoebe finished her explanation.
"So," Helga flopped onto her bed, memories of the night before flooding her mind. A slight tremor went through her body, just enough for Phoebe to take note of, but not to comment on, "your saying I'm imagining it, right?"
Phoebe sat on the end of the bed, just across from Helga. "Precicley." She smiled.
Helga stood up, a slight hint of anger beginning to take form.
"Oh, I get," a slight smirk now came to her face, "so your saying I'm daft, loony, off my rocker, out of my head, crazy, nuts, ready for the funnyfarm!!!???" Now Helga was yelling at the top of her lungs, her face right up at Phoebe's, "Well guess what, I might be, but at least I know when I'm imagining something and when its real, and let me tell ya, this is real!!!"
By the time she was done, Helga was red in the face and breathing heavily. So much anger had built up in her, simply because she knew what she was talking about, but no one had seemed to care or believe. And now Helga's last hope, her best friend Phoebe, had just been snuffed out. Helga turned away, arms folded, a scowl upon her brow. Then, as she was about to say something more, the young girl noticed the hurt look in Phoebe's eyes.
Helga sat down next to Phoebe, and placed her arm around the girl in a comforting gesture, hushing her voice, "I'm sorry Phoebe...I've just been a little angry about this whole thing." Now Helga's voice, just as quickly as it had switched from anger and frustration to a soft whisper, became filled with conniption. " It's just that, no one seems to want to listen when I tell them about how the weather seems funny, or how the air seems heavier, or how no matter where I am there's always this little red light that I know is watching me!" Tears began falling down her cheeks as she sat back down on her bed, knees to her chest and head down.
Phoebe stared with even more perplexion. What did Helga mean about the weather and the air and some 'little red light'?
"Helga...what are you talking about? Your hysterical and your beginning to scare me...please Helga, explain it to me, maybe I can understand then."
So, with a deep sigh, the young blonde child closed her eyes and began her long story. She spilled everything to Phoebe. For once Helga G. Pataki wasn't keeping everything bottled up inside (not that she was exactly spilling every thought and emotion she had ever had) just allowing the basics to come forward. And at last she ended with her dream...that 'so real you could have almost touched it' dream, that had plagued her continuously all week. When finished, Helga blinked and opened her eyes, expecting to see her vigilant friend sitting upon her pink sheeted bed...but instead of that warm, comforting scene of the one person who had cared and would probably always do so...all she saw, was a small red light surrounded by gray and black smoke...
"Oh my..."
A/N: Sorry for the slight delay, but I'm working on another story...not as serious as this one, more of a comical crossover if you will. Not written as good (*thats on purpose obviously ;)*), but I think you'll all like it. And I know I said I try and make each chapter about 1000 words, but I found a decent ending place, and its deserving enough. R&R!!!!!