Alright, back to Helga again. I doubt this is how it is for real child prodigies, but hey, do I look like a child prodigy to you? NO! So how am I supposed to know what it's like? I DON'T! Yeesh. Hehe…okay, well, here's the story, hope you like. Oh and, don't ask why her principal despises her too much; with her attitude, her grief, and her talent, you could assume he resents her, and is possibly jealous of her gift, but I leave it to the imagination. Anyway, I'm gonna write the chapter now…
Chapter 7
I lay upon my bed, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. Okay, so, I'm miserable here, does that mean I won't be back there? No. I don't want things to change, even if it is for the better. As long as things stay the same, I'm comfortable.
I glared at all of the crumpled up papers next to the garbage can. And the garbage can, which was now filled to the top of various poems I'd tossed.
Why couldn't I write? What had changed? Has my inspiration run dry?
I sighed, and plopped a pillow over my head, not desiring to ever take it off. Maybe I'll get lucky and suffocate.
Unfortunately, that would have to wait, because a very loud knocking could be heard outside my door.
"WHAT?!" I screamed, annoyed.
Of course, I knew what they wanted.
"You need to come to my office! NOW!" the voice ordered harshly.
I gulped, knowing my time had come. And I wasn't ready for it.
Slowly, I dragged myself out of bed and headed for his office. When I opened the door, a slightly cross Mr. MacFarlin sat in his chair, eyeing me sharply.
"Please come in," he said, his words polite but his tone rude.
I brought myself to the chair across from him, nervous. A slight smile crossed his face, but not a happy one. He was going to enjoy this.
"As you know, Helga, we make it a habit to check for students who don't seem to be meeting their potentials," he stated, his voice firm. He was looking for a sign from me, trying to make me fidget. I'd already come to grips with what was to happen. So, disappointed, he continued. "Helga, you understand why you're here, don't you? I think we've given you quite enough time on your assignments, and yet your teachers say they've received nothing from you in weeks."
I laughed at him for ever thinking he could bring me down. Obviously, he didn't know Helga Pataki.
"And you want what, my permission? One word and my bags are packed, that'll be the last you see of me. I know how much you're enjoying this, so just say it already."
I'm good at figuring people out. When you grow up around them, it's fairly easy. Well, for me, anyway. I know that not all people are sweet as pie. In fact it is through my experience that I can conclude it is to be quite the opposite.
He shifted in his seat, realizing that he wasn't going to get me. "Helga, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We want you out of here by tomorrow, we're getting a new student and all the other rooms are occupied."
I scoffed, claiming my victory.
"I can do you better. I'll start packing now. I'll be out of here in an hour."
And with that, I slammed the door, and went to my room. There I started packing, wondering where I was going to stay.
I started with my clothes. It was so funny, after all of these years, I still wore those pink dresses. I even wore the ribbon, although of course, I hid it under a cap now, embarrassed to reveal it. A symbol of my undying love, I suppose, that I just couldn't bear to part with.
I didn't forget to include my various journals, each filled with poems I'd written throughout the years. I shook my head, sighed, and finished packing the rest of my items.
I grabbed the doorknob, daring to turn it, and gave my room one last glance before finally turning my back on it. I clutched my locket for a moment of grief, and then proceeded out the door with my suitcases.
"Goodbye forever," I whispered to the building.
And with that, I was gone, and on my way…somewhere…
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Oh, BTW, just cuz she's leaving doesn't mean she's going back to the old neighborhood. Remember, she's not into the idea. Anyway, just thought I'd point that out to you before continuing. Haven't made the next chapter as I'm writing this, so I really can't tell you anything about it. But it's rather interesting that Helga would be kicked out just as she was deciding to never go back "home", so, we'll see…hm…I wonder where she's gonna go, where she's gonna stay, how she'll make money…I mean, she's only 15, and I doubt she'll go to her parents cuz, well, they'll slam a door in her face. Lessee…
Chapter 7
I lay upon my bed, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. Okay, so, I'm miserable here, does that mean I won't be back there? No. I don't want things to change, even if it is for the better. As long as things stay the same, I'm comfortable.
I glared at all of the crumpled up papers next to the garbage can. And the garbage can, which was now filled to the top of various poems I'd tossed.
Why couldn't I write? What had changed? Has my inspiration run dry?
I sighed, and plopped a pillow over my head, not desiring to ever take it off. Maybe I'll get lucky and suffocate.
Unfortunately, that would have to wait, because a very loud knocking could be heard outside my door.
"WHAT?!" I screamed, annoyed.
Of course, I knew what they wanted.
"You need to come to my office! NOW!" the voice ordered harshly.
I gulped, knowing my time had come. And I wasn't ready for it.
Slowly, I dragged myself out of bed and headed for his office. When I opened the door, a slightly cross Mr. MacFarlin sat in his chair, eyeing me sharply.
"Please come in," he said, his words polite but his tone rude.
I brought myself to the chair across from him, nervous. A slight smile crossed his face, but not a happy one. He was going to enjoy this.
"As you know, Helga, we make it a habit to check for students who don't seem to be meeting their potentials," he stated, his voice firm. He was looking for a sign from me, trying to make me fidget. I'd already come to grips with what was to happen. So, disappointed, he continued. "Helga, you understand why you're here, don't you? I think we've given you quite enough time on your assignments, and yet your teachers say they've received nothing from you in weeks."
I laughed at him for ever thinking he could bring me down. Obviously, he didn't know Helga Pataki.
"And you want what, my permission? One word and my bags are packed, that'll be the last you see of me. I know how much you're enjoying this, so just say it already."
I'm good at figuring people out. When you grow up around them, it's fairly easy. Well, for me, anyway. I know that not all people are sweet as pie. In fact it is through my experience that I can conclude it is to be quite the opposite.
He shifted in his seat, realizing that he wasn't going to get me. "Helga, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We want you out of here by tomorrow, we're getting a new student and all the other rooms are occupied."
I scoffed, claiming my victory.
"I can do you better. I'll start packing now. I'll be out of here in an hour."
And with that, I slammed the door, and went to my room. There I started packing, wondering where I was going to stay.
I started with my clothes. It was so funny, after all of these years, I still wore those pink dresses. I even wore the ribbon, although of course, I hid it under a cap now, embarrassed to reveal it. A symbol of my undying love, I suppose, that I just couldn't bear to part with.
I didn't forget to include my various journals, each filled with poems I'd written throughout the years. I shook my head, sighed, and finished packing the rest of my items.
I grabbed the doorknob, daring to turn it, and gave my room one last glance before finally turning my back on it. I clutched my locket for a moment of grief, and then proceeded out the door with my suitcases.
"Goodbye forever," I whispered to the building.
And with that, I was gone, and on my way…somewhere…
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Oh, BTW, just cuz she's leaving doesn't mean she's going back to the old neighborhood. Remember, she's not into the idea. Anyway, just thought I'd point that out to you before continuing. Haven't made the next chapter as I'm writing this, so I really can't tell you anything about it. But it's rather interesting that Helga would be kicked out just as she was deciding to never go back "home", so, we'll see…hm…I wonder where she's gonna go, where she's gonna stay, how she'll make money…I mean, she's only 15, and I doubt she'll go to her parents cuz, well, they'll slam a door in her face. Lessee…