Author Notes: Well I'm glad that my little songfic was enjoyed. I'd like to thank a few people specially...
~*Mandy*~
I'm working on getting you that cookie!
Helga GP
Good luck to your friend and thanks!
Drama310 and Suzanne
After I'm done with this story, I'll get to work on a sequel to Everything I Do, but how do you continue a songfic?
Serendiptiy
Tee hee hee... Thanks for correcting that for me. I read a story before that and it said Lila was spelled Lela... :)
Helga's Locket
I hope you'll like this one even though I plan to make it long. I don't think this will be a confession one... but you never can tell...
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Anyway, I hope that you'll all help me with this by giving me input. You can put it in a review or if you really want me to see it, send it to me at PrincessPataki@hotmail.com. Sometimes I forget to check the reviews so email is the better way to go.
Til the end of the prologue
@~.~Princess Pataki~,~@
Doi!
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Prologue
I'm a fifteen year old girl named Helga G. Pataki. I've lived in Paris since I was ten with my parents Bob and Miriam Pataki. We were on our way to America to visit family when there was an accident and I ended up in a French hospital.
I couldn't possibly tell you why I'm here or where I was going in America, but that, I've been told, isn't my fault. They keep telling me how lucky I am. I came out of a huge accident with only a gash above my left eye and temporary memory loss. At least it should be temporary... Yeah, I'm real lucky, I'm a fifteen year old orphan with no home and no memories. I'm ready to strangle one of these stupid quacks.
And yet, I know it's not their fault that I can't remember anything. I shouldn't be mad at them that I got delt a bad card in life. Crimeny! I'm confused.
They put me on a plane to "home" wherever that is. I'm supposed to meet my older sister Olga at the airport. I'm going to live with her until things are sorted out. I'll have a month to adjust before high school starts. I'm going into my freshmen year with a few fuzzy memories of a nine-year-old, blonde haired, blue eyed boy. How lucky am I?
Maybe once I get home, I'll be able to get my feelings sorted out. I didn't cry over my parents, I didn't cry when I woke up alone in my hospital room in the middle of France. I didn't cry when the pain was overwhelming, I didn't cry when dreams of screaming and blood would haunt my nights. Maybe I'll never cry at all. I guess I won't know until I get home, wherever that may be.
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Author Notes: I know... short... but it'll probably be the only one. I'm already in the process of writing the next chapter and I can tell you it's a little strange. What do you expect, we're going through the confused mind of Helga G. Pataki.
@~,~Princess Pataki~,~@
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In the next chapter: Helga makes it home and we go a little deeper into the accident that changed her life. What about the stange dreams and the nine-year-old boy?