Mr. Simon, or was it Mr. Simmons, dropped me off at the sidewalk of, I guess, where I supposedly live.
"Here we are. Helga, this is your home," said Mr. Simmons while he smiled at me. It looked more of an apartment building to me, but then again it's the city. Everything in the city is tall. "I'll pick you up for school tomorrow, Helga." Tomorrow? If it's tomorrow then today must be Sunday. I cringed at the thought. How very annoying.
I opened the passenger door of the car and climbed out. "Thank you for taking me home," I spoke politely and smiled back at him. Then I walked up the steps and I turned the handle. The door was unlocked and so I entered. After I was inside I closed the door softly, twisted the lock, and then listened to Mr. Simmons drive away.
The first thing I saw was a hallway, with four rooms and a staircase that led to the 2nd floor of the house. The closest room was on the left, and it led to the living room. There were two doors at the end of the hallway. One was for the restroom and the other I couldn't tell where it led. The last room was on my right underneath the wooden staircase. I opened it and I saw a closet full of shoes, boots, coats, sweaters, and even mittens. I took of my pink sweater and put it on one of the many hangers that were hanging on the rack of coats. Then I swung my book bag underneath the coats.
I closed the closet door and I ran upstairs. There were five rooms here. Three of them are bedrooms, one was the bathroom, and the other was a staircase behind a door that led to the attic. I went to the first room on my right and I pushed it open. What I saw a very pink room. Everything was pink! Well, except the wall but that doesn't count. I'm guessing that it was my room. If you may wonder why I believe it's my room, well, it's a very easy question. I like pink.
I looked over to my bed and I saw the nightstand with my pink clock on top. It was 6:45PM. My sister was arriving on a plane at noon. Mr. Simmons would pick her up. I was very sleepy and tired after running around the city with Mr. Simmons. I think I went to every store with either world or universe in their name. My dinner had consisted of pizza, breadsticks with cheese, and rocky road ice cream. How very unhealthy, but very tasty. I bet that was probably the best dinner I could remember, but since I can't remember much I could bet anything and probably not lose.
I saw something, and I walked over to my nightstand and saw a folded paper with my name written in black on the front. Helga was printed in capital letters. I opened the paper and this is what it read:
HELGA-
YOUR PARENTS ARE WITH ME. THEY DON'T SEEM SO FOND OF ME, SINCE THEY ARE A BIT TIED UP RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED YOUR FRIENDS SEEM REALLY DO SEEM FOND OF ME, EVEN YOUR PRECIOUS ARNOLD. YES, I'VE SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM. YOUR EYES GO ALL SOFT AND MUSHY. HOW DISGUSTING. NOW, I DO HOPE YOU WON'T MISS YOUR SISTER TOO MUCH. YOU MIGHT BE MISSING SOMETHING TOMMOROW.
It wasn't signed, but I knew exactly whom it was. Only one person could even be this annoying. Riska Sanla. Now I only have one question. How did she know I'd be home today? I gulped. Also, how did she know Olga would be home tomorrow? This is so...not good. Now I felt really tired. I fell on my bed. 'Life sucks,' I thought. Then I spoke out loud, "And I'm in it." I decided to fall asleep and let my problems move to another bad day of bad things to fix. So I fell asleep...
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Next day
8:30AM
Pataki Residence
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I woke up a little later than I had expected. The sad part was, I was going to miss breakfast. I woke up to the sound of an annoying knock on the front door. I groaned and I did my best to get out of bed.
I still had the same clothes on as yesterday, dark blue jeans with a pink t-shirt. Now, I can't go out with the same dirty clothes, now can I? I opened my closet. My eyes flew open wide with shock, though I really shouldn't be surprise. Pink dresses, pink bows, and even pink socks. Gee, I must have been a real pink freak. The only thing I could find, that wasn't a dress, was shiny pink leather pants and an off-white shirt with a red rose on the bottom of each side of the shirt. Guess where I found them? Well, in the farthest corner of the closet. Then my eyes spotted a black drape. I pulled it to the side and saw what I think must be a temple.
There was a football shaped, I think it's a shrine, made of old chewed pink bubblegum. Disgusting, isn't it? Yeah, I thought so too. I also saw another small pink book that was identical to the one in my backpack. Hmm, I must like writing poems.
Whoever was waiting for me knocked, again. I sighed, and I threw on my clothes and hurried downstairs to answer the door. I opened it to find Mr. Simmons waiting on the porch steps wearing tan pants and a short-sleeved white shirt with a collar to make him look professional, well, the best he could look trying to act professional. There was a green sleeveless sweater over the shirt. A briefcase was in his hand and a bag a food in the other.
"Food?" I spoke in disbelief.
Mr. Simmons announced, "I thought you might be hungry, since I heard that you're not a morning person," Ah, well, that answers my question. Then my stomach chose to growl at that moment. I invited him in and close the door. I did my best to guide us to the dining room table. Mr. Simmons had taken his time to stop by the Sandwich Chef and had bought two turkey sandwiches with lettuce, tomato, and every other ingredient that anyone could possible think of. Now, who ever knew a teacher could ever be so much fun? I silently coughed.
I pulled a coke out from the refrigerator and a class of ice water for my teacher. We ate our breakfast with mostly Mr. Simmons talking about what will happen today.
"Today we'll be going on a fieldtrip to the Dinosaur Museum. There'll be bones and ancient artifacts over millions of years old that were and still is preserved," Mr. Simmons keep going on with meaning less words till he finished. Then he stood up from his chair. "Time to go, Helga. We can't be late for school. Especially me." He smiled while I nodded and ran to the closet to grab my book bag. We headed to his car, just then I remembered about the note. Olga! I hope she'll be alright. I just have to beat the Sanla bitch there. Excuse me for my profanity. Now, if only I had my own car and I didn't have to school. I sighed and we left for PS 118.
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PS 118
8:30AM
Outside of PS 118
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We arrived at school a bit early. Kids of every age were running through the playground to hurry to catch up with their friends. Mr. Simmons told me to stay on the here till he came back. There was a bright yellow school bus waiting for the rest of my classmates for the Museum.
"Well, look who's back everyone. It's Helga G Pataki! It's a surprise to see you back. I thought you wouldn't be back, since your parents suddenly disappeared without a bit of a trace," she said it slowly and sweetly like she was enjoying every word she was saying. Anger burned inside of me. I clenched my fists. I hadn't bothered to turn around and see her ugly face. It would be a waste of time, and energy.
"If you think your little games would be enough to scare me off, you need to find another way to scare people. You may think you know it all, but do you? It would be a shame if you were wrong," I spoke in a monotone voice. I had really no idea why I had just said that. It was like someone else was talking through me using my voice to speak.
"Do you think you could scare me? Me, Riska Sanla of the Sanla family? Me, overconfident? I don't believe so. You may not know anything about you, but I sure do," With that she left to join everyone else playing baseball. I wondered what she had just said. What did she know about me?
Within minutes Mr. Simmons came back and announced, "I'm sorry class, but we have to cancel the field trip. Something has gone terribly wrong and we will have to re-schedule. In the meantime, you can all go and enjoy the day off." Everyone, but me, celebrated in happiness.
Mr. Simmons walked over to me and whispered loud enough so only I could hear, "Did Riska talk to you?"
"No." I lied. If I'm going to save my family, I'm going to keep my teacher safe instead of dead.
"Do you want a ride home, Helga?"
"Uh, no thanks. I want to enjoy the day off having fun exploring the city." I smiled sweetly. I did my best to lie to Mr. Simmons, though I didn't want to. Everyone needs to have someone like him around to help other people, unlike me. I'm too cold and mean and I rather not do a good deed for every homeless person that comes across my path. Mr. Simmons started to walk to his car and drove away with me watching every second.
Most of everyone had cheered and left for Gerald Field. I decided not to follow them. It would be too much of a distraction if I wanted to find my parents and my sister before Riska did. The airport was on the other side of the town located on the outskirts. So, I ran as fast as I could, my feet pounding on the sidewalk loudly.
I'd been running for around two minutes then I felt out of breath. I couldn't keep running much longer. If I wanted to get to the airport, I'd have to think up of a better way of doing it, instead of killing my lungs trying to breath. The first thing that came to my mind was to pray. I don't know why though. My parents never took me to church. As far as I knew, then never had a religion. They never prayed, I think.
I lased my fingers together and kneeled on the ground. Then I started praying, "Please help me, in this battle of struggle. To save my family, from the depths of Riska's grasp. Please help me, Amaria." Amaria? Why did I say that? Who is Amaris? I swallowed hard. My breath came in shallow breaths. I started to remember something about Riska said. She said she knew something about me. Maybe she knows why I keep saying things without trying to. Especially things I don't even remember hearing before.
A car pulled up beside my kneeling form. No, not a car but actually a limo. The nearest window of the car glided down and showed a dark shadow. The shadow moved and appeared in the sunlight. It was Riska. Anger shot through me. How did she keep finding me, and knowing exactly what's going on in my life? That's another question I should ask, that's if I stay alive and find my parents.
"Do you really think you can save your sister by running by foot to the airport. If you keep stopping like this it'll be the next morning when you get to the airport," she spoke while in laughter. I just glared. I had nothing to say. Why, you may ask? Well, because she's right. I hate it when I'm wrong and they're right. Then the limo drove away while her laughter rang in my ears. How annoying. Another car pulled up beside me. I sighed. This time I recognized the voice.
"Need some help," Always the caring person to help people in times of danger, just like the Mr. Simmons I knew and wanted to be safe and protected. The same smile that usually appeared on his face disappeared into a blank face. Then he spoke softly, "I have been following Riska since you left school in a hurry. I waited around the corner. Something inside of me told me that you may have tried to lie to me," My eyes widen at those words, but I covered it quickly. I guess he's not a stupid teacher. He continued while he shook his head in disappointment, "Something has gone wrong, but you won't tell me. Why, Helga? Why?"
I took another deep breath. I didn't want to tell him, it would only get him hurt. So I responded, "I need to get to the airport." I keep the cards close to my chest. Now, I can't give much away. He nodded and he drove me to the airport. Mr. Simmons broke a lot of speed limits to get to the airport, though he hadn't needed to. I believed we got there in record time. He parked at one of the many parking lots.
"Stay here." I said quickly.
"No." Then he jumped out of his car quickly before I could say a word. I told my mind to protect him at all cost, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Then I left and hurried to catch up to him.
After we passed the metal detector with ease and searched the building for Riska, the time was around 10:50AM. We were a bit early. My eyes didn't find an annoying blonde though. I sat in one of the chairs at gate 31. Gate 31 is where my sister's plane will be arriving at. Mr. Simmons took a seat next to me and we waited.
I felt bored and tired. For what seemed like hours, though it was probably only minutes, I dozed off.
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Airport
11:59AM
Gate 31
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A hand on my shoulder woke me. Then a voice, "The plane's coming." My eyes shot open and I ran to the window. Sure enough, there was a large plane heading this way. I watched closely. Mr. Simmons stood close behind. I wanted to get to Olga before Riska. The plane was coming in for a landing, but then the impossible happened. The plane exploded.
Sad and shocked whimpers and screams came from me. Then I was pulled down onto the ground. The windows exploded with a screeching yell. I noticed the person that was holding me down was Mr. Simmons. I was shaking violently in his arms. Pieces of glass were shattered everywhere. People were crying and children were yelling for their parents. I wasn't moving so Mr. Simmons picked me up in his arms and ran out of the building.
The last thing I heard was Mr. Simmons telling me that everything would be alright, again, and his car roaring to life.
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Hospital
7:00PM
Hospital Room
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I woke up to another hospital room with a really ugly off-white ceiling. Somehow, I seem not to like hospitals anymore. I wonder why? Well, something tragic always happens, and I'm always ending up with misery.
I had one cut under my left eye, but that had stopped bleeding. My forehead had four stitches that I could feel. Other than being hurt, I felt good. Nah, I felt like shit. My mind traveled back to the explosion. Olga. She was the one person, in my family, that might actually be able to help me with my amnesia. Now, my life may be never known. Damn.
It was pitched dark outside. I convinced Mr. Simmons to go home, that I could take perfectly care of myself, yeah right. After fighting for some time, he gave up and left. I wondered if he actually left or stayed near? Hmm, I hope he left.
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Hospital
2:00AM
Hospital Room
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Someone grabbed my arm roughly. My eyes flew open wide when a hand over a handkerchief pressed against my lips. I tried screaming, but like in every movie it hadn't worked. Neither a nurse or a doctor or anyone for that matter had some in. I'm guessing they hadn't heard. Well, I guess I'll have to be noisy.
There were three men dressed in black jeans, trench coats, black t-shirts, and black turtlenecks. Only one man wore a black t-shirt, and that was the one holding me. I scanned the room and found something that could help me. I struggled in his arms and swung my leg over to knock the telephone off the nightstand. A loud sounding crash came, and Mr. Simmons came flying into the room. Dang. If I could cross my arms over my chest, I would.
The other two men ran over to stop Mr. Simmons. Mr. Simmons lost in a matter of seconds, but since he's not that strong, as far as I knew, he put up an amazingly good fight. It took both of the men to pin him down, one on each side, but still he struggled. He seemed to calm down, but instead of giving up he bit one of the man's hand. Mr. Simmons kicked the other man in the groin. Then he ran over to the man holding me. The man in black made a quick decision and I was thrown into the wall. My head was pounding and I felt tired again, but this time I didn't mind being thrown into a wall or even the blacktop. I smiled devilishly. I'm back. Time to settle things with Riska. Old Betsy and I are going to have some fun, now only if I could find a way to get up. I tried to get up and I groaned. There was too much pain to get up.
I looked over to the other two standing men. Mr. Simmons had a bloody nose while the other wasn't hurting. Pounding came from the door and I crooked by head to that direction. The door was pinned by the other two companions of the man fighting Mr. Simmons. Then I looked back to the fight. Mr. Simmons had a bloody face while the other was still unharmed. The unharmed one pulled out a short knife from his waist hidden by his coat.
"Knife." My voice spoke in a croaked sound. Mr. Simmons quickly looked back at me then to the man. He saw the knife coming, but too late. Mr. Simmons put a hand up to grab the wrist of the man, but he wasn't strong enough. Mr. Simmons fell onto unconsciousness. I sighed and I gave up struggling to stay awake and I also fell in a state of unconsciousness.
"Here we are. Helga, this is your home," said Mr. Simmons while he smiled at me. It looked more of an apartment building to me, but then again it's the city. Everything in the city is tall. "I'll pick you up for school tomorrow, Helga." Tomorrow? If it's tomorrow then today must be Sunday. I cringed at the thought. How very annoying.
I opened the passenger door of the car and climbed out. "Thank you for taking me home," I spoke politely and smiled back at him. Then I walked up the steps and I turned the handle. The door was unlocked and so I entered. After I was inside I closed the door softly, twisted the lock, and then listened to Mr. Simmons drive away.
The first thing I saw was a hallway, with four rooms and a staircase that led to the 2nd floor of the house. The closest room was on the left, and it led to the living room. There were two doors at the end of the hallway. One was for the restroom and the other I couldn't tell where it led. The last room was on my right underneath the wooden staircase. I opened it and I saw a closet full of shoes, boots, coats, sweaters, and even mittens. I took of my pink sweater and put it on one of the many hangers that were hanging on the rack of coats. Then I swung my book bag underneath the coats.
I closed the closet door and I ran upstairs. There were five rooms here. Three of them are bedrooms, one was the bathroom, and the other was a staircase behind a door that led to the attic. I went to the first room on my right and I pushed it open. What I saw a very pink room. Everything was pink! Well, except the wall but that doesn't count. I'm guessing that it was my room. If you may wonder why I believe it's my room, well, it's a very easy question. I like pink.
I looked over to my bed and I saw the nightstand with my pink clock on top. It was 6:45PM. My sister was arriving on a plane at noon. Mr. Simmons would pick her up. I was very sleepy and tired after running around the city with Mr. Simmons. I think I went to every store with either world or universe in their name. My dinner had consisted of pizza, breadsticks with cheese, and rocky road ice cream. How very unhealthy, but very tasty. I bet that was probably the best dinner I could remember, but since I can't remember much I could bet anything and probably not lose.
I saw something, and I walked over to my nightstand and saw a folded paper with my name written in black on the front. Helga was printed in capital letters. I opened the paper and this is what it read:
HELGA-
YOUR PARENTS ARE WITH ME. THEY DON'T SEEM SO FOND OF ME, SINCE THEY ARE A BIT TIED UP RIGHT NOW, BUT YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED YOUR FRIENDS SEEM REALLY DO SEEM FOND OF ME, EVEN YOUR PRECIOUS ARNOLD. YES, I'VE SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM. YOUR EYES GO ALL SOFT AND MUSHY. HOW DISGUSTING. NOW, I DO HOPE YOU WON'T MISS YOUR SISTER TOO MUCH. YOU MIGHT BE MISSING SOMETHING TOMMOROW.
It wasn't signed, but I knew exactly whom it was. Only one person could even be this annoying. Riska Sanla. Now I only have one question. How did she know I'd be home today? I gulped. Also, how did she know Olga would be home tomorrow? This is so...not good. Now I felt really tired. I fell on my bed. 'Life sucks,' I thought. Then I spoke out loud, "And I'm in it." I decided to fall asleep and let my problems move to another bad day of bad things to fix. So I fell asleep...
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Next day
8:30AM
Pataki Residence
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I woke up a little later than I had expected. The sad part was, I was going to miss breakfast. I woke up to the sound of an annoying knock on the front door. I groaned and I did my best to get out of bed.
I still had the same clothes on as yesterday, dark blue jeans with a pink t-shirt. Now, I can't go out with the same dirty clothes, now can I? I opened my closet. My eyes flew open wide with shock, though I really shouldn't be surprise. Pink dresses, pink bows, and even pink socks. Gee, I must have been a real pink freak. The only thing I could find, that wasn't a dress, was shiny pink leather pants and an off-white shirt with a red rose on the bottom of each side of the shirt. Guess where I found them? Well, in the farthest corner of the closet. Then my eyes spotted a black drape. I pulled it to the side and saw what I think must be a temple.
There was a football shaped, I think it's a shrine, made of old chewed pink bubblegum. Disgusting, isn't it? Yeah, I thought so too. I also saw another small pink book that was identical to the one in my backpack. Hmm, I must like writing poems.
Whoever was waiting for me knocked, again. I sighed, and I threw on my clothes and hurried downstairs to answer the door. I opened it to find Mr. Simmons waiting on the porch steps wearing tan pants and a short-sleeved white shirt with a collar to make him look professional, well, the best he could look trying to act professional. There was a green sleeveless sweater over the shirt. A briefcase was in his hand and a bag a food in the other.
"Food?" I spoke in disbelief.
Mr. Simmons announced, "I thought you might be hungry, since I heard that you're not a morning person," Ah, well, that answers my question. Then my stomach chose to growl at that moment. I invited him in and close the door. I did my best to guide us to the dining room table. Mr. Simmons had taken his time to stop by the Sandwich Chef and had bought two turkey sandwiches with lettuce, tomato, and every other ingredient that anyone could possible think of. Now, who ever knew a teacher could ever be so much fun? I silently coughed.
I pulled a coke out from the refrigerator and a class of ice water for my teacher. We ate our breakfast with mostly Mr. Simmons talking about what will happen today.
"Today we'll be going on a fieldtrip to the Dinosaur Museum. There'll be bones and ancient artifacts over millions of years old that were and still is preserved," Mr. Simmons keep going on with meaning less words till he finished. Then he stood up from his chair. "Time to go, Helga. We can't be late for school. Especially me." He smiled while I nodded and ran to the closet to grab my book bag. We headed to his car, just then I remembered about the note. Olga! I hope she'll be alright. I just have to beat the Sanla bitch there. Excuse me for my profanity. Now, if only I had my own car and I didn't have to school. I sighed and we left for PS 118.
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PS 118
8:30AM
Outside of PS 118
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We arrived at school a bit early. Kids of every age were running through the playground to hurry to catch up with their friends. Mr. Simmons told me to stay on the here till he came back. There was a bright yellow school bus waiting for the rest of my classmates for the Museum.
"Well, look who's back everyone. It's Helga G Pataki! It's a surprise to see you back. I thought you wouldn't be back, since your parents suddenly disappeared without a bit of a trace," she said it slowly and sweetly like she was enjoying every word she was saying. Anger burned inside of me. I clenched my fists. I hadn't bothered to turn around and see her ugly face. It would be a waste of time, and energy.
"If you think your little games would be enough to scare me off, you need to find another way to scare people. You may think you know it all, but do you? It would be a shame if you were wrong," I spoke in a monotone voice. I had really no idea why I had just said that. It was like someone else was talking through me using my voice to speak.
"Do you think you could scare me? Me, Riska Sanla of the Sanla family? Me, overconfident? I don't believe so. You may not know anything about you, but I sure do," With that she left to join everyone else playing baseball. I wondered what she had just said. What did she know about me?
Within minutes Mr. Simmons came back and announced, "I'm sorry class, but we have to cancel the field trip. Something has gone terribly wrong and we will have to re-schedule. In the meantime, you can all go and enjoy the day off." Everyone, but me, celebrated in happiness.
Mr. Simmons walked over to me and whispered loud enough so only I could hear, "Did Riska talk to you?"
"No." I lied. If I'm going to save my family, I'm going to keep my teacher safe instead of dead.
"Do you want a ride home, Helga?"
"Uh, no thanks. I want to enjoy the day off having fun exploring the city." I smiled sweetly. I did my best to lie to Mr. Simmons, though I didn't want to. Everyone needs to have someone like him around to help other people, unlike me. I'm too cold and mean and I rather not do a good deed for every homeless person that comes across my path. Mr. Simmons started to walk to his car and drove away with me watching every second.
Most of everyone had cheered and left for Gerald Field. I decided not to follow them. It would be too much of a distraction if I wanted to find my parents and my sister before Riska did. The airport was on the other side of the town located on the outskirts. So, I ran as fast as I could, my feet pounding on the sidewalk loudly.
I'd been running for around two minutes then I felt out of breath. I couldn't keep running much longer. If I wanted to get to the airport, I'd have to think up of a better way of doing it, instead of killing my lungs trying to breath. The first thing that came to my mind was to pray. I don't know why though. My parents never took me to church. As far as I knew, then never had a religion. They never prayed, I think.
I lased my fingers together and kneeled on the ground. Then I started praying, "Please help me, in this battle of struggle. To save my family, from the depths of Riska's grasp. Please help me, Amaria." Amaria? Why did I say that? Who is Amaris? I swallowed hard. My breath came in shallow breaths. I started to remember something about Riska said. She said she knew something about me. Maybe she knows why I keep saying things without trying to. Especially things I don't even remember hearing before.
A car pulled up beside my kneeling form. No, not a car but actually a limo. The nearest window of the car glided down and showed a dark shadow. The shadow moved and appeared in the sunlight. It was Riska. Anger shot through me. How did she keep finding me, and knowing exactly what's going on in my life? That's another question I should ask, that's if I stay alive and find my parents.
"Do you really think you can save your sister by running by foot to the airport. If you keep stopping like this it'll be the next morning when you get to the airport," she spoke while in laughter. I just glared. I had nothing to say. Why, you may ask? Well, because she's right. I hate it when I'm wrong and they're right. Then the limo drove away while her laughter rang in my ears. How annoying. Another car pulled up beside me. I sighed. This time I recognized the voice.
"Need some help," Always the caring person to help people in times of danger, just like the Mr. Simmons I knew and wanted to be safe and protected. The same smile that usually appeared on his face disappeared into a blank face. Then he spoke softly, "I have been following Riska since you left school in a hurry. I waited around the corner. Something inside of me told me that you may have tried to lie to me," My eyes widen at those words, but I covered it quickly. I guess he's not a stupid teacher. He continued while he shook his head in disappointment, "Something has gone wrong, but you won't tell me. Why, Helga? Why?"
I took another deep breath. I didn't want to tell him, it would only get him hurt. So I responded, "I need to get to the airport." I keep the cards close to my chest. Now, I can't give much away. He nodded and he drove me to the airport. Mr. Simmons broke a lot of speed limits to get to the airport, though he hadn't needed to. I believed we got there in record time. He parked at one of the many parking lots.
"Stay here." I said quickly.
"No." Then he jumped out of his car quickly before I could say a word. I told my mind to protect him at all cost, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Then I left and hurried to catch up to him.
After we passed the metal detector with ease and searched the building for Riska, the time was around 10:50AM. We were a bit early. My eyes didn't find an annoying blonde though. I sat in one of the chairs at gate 31. Gate 31 is where my sister's plane will be arriving at. Mr. Simmons took a seat next to me and we waited.
I felt bored and tired. For what seemed like hours, though it was probably only minutes, I dozed off.
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Airport
11:59AM
Gate 31
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A hand on my shoulder woke me. Then a voice, "The plane's coming." My eyes shot open and I ran to the window. Sure enough, there was a large plane heading this way. I watched closely. Mr. Simmons stood close behind. I wanted to get to Olga before Riska. The plane was coming in for a landing, but then the impossible happened. The plane exploded.
Sad and shocked whimpers and screams came from me. Then I was pulled down onto the ground. The windows exploded with a screeching yell. I noticed the person that was holding me down was Mr. Simmons. I was shaking violently in his arms. Pieces of glass were shattered everywhere. People were crying and children were yelling for their parents. I wasn't moving so Mr. Simmons picked me up in his arms and ran out of the building.
The last thing I heard was Mr. Simmons telling me that everything would be alright, again, and his car roaring to life.
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Hospital
7:00PM
Hospital Room
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I woke up to another hospital room with a really ugly off-white ceiling. Somehow, I seem not to like hospitals anymore. I wonder why? Well, something tragic always happens, and I'm always ending up with misery.
I had one cut under my left eye, but that had stopped bleeding. My forehead had four stitches that I could feel. Other than being hurt, I felt good. Nah, I felt like shit. My mind traveled back to the explosion. Olga. She was the one person, in my family, that might actually be able to help me with my amnesia. Now, my life may be never known. Damn.
It was pitched dark outside. I convinced Mr. Simmons to go home, that I could take perfectly care of myself, yeah right. After fighting for some time, he gave up and left. I wondered if he actually left or stayed near? Hmm, I hope he left.
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Hospital
2:00AM
Hospital Room
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Someone grabbed my arm roughly. My eyes flew open wide when a hand over a handkerchief pressed against my lips. I tried screaming, but like in every movie it hadn't worked. Neither a nurse or a doctor or anyone for that matter had some in. I'm guessing they hadn't heard. Well, I guess I'll have to be noisy.
There were three men dressed in black jeans, trench coats, black t-shirts, and black turtlenecks. Only one man wore a black t-shirt, and that was the one holding me. I scanned the room and found something that could help me. I struggled in his arms and swung my leg over to knock the telephone off the nightstand. A loud sounding crash came, and Mr. Simmons came flying into the room. Dang. If I could cross my arms over my chest, I would.
The other two men ran over to stop Mr. Simmons. Mr. Simmons lost in a matter of seconds, but since he's not that strong, as far as I knew, he put up an amazingly good fight. It took both of the men to pin him down, one on each side, but still he struggled. He seemed to calm down, but instead of giving up he bit one of the man's hand. Mr. Simmons kicked the other man in the groin. Then he ran over to the man holding me. The man in black made a quick decision and I was thrown into the wall. My head was pounding and I felt tired again, but this time I didn't mind being thrown into a wall or even the blacktop. I smiled devilishly. I'm back. Time to settle things with Riska. Old Betsy and I are going to have some fun, now only if I could find a way to get up. I tried to get up and I groaned. There was too much pain to get up.
I looked over to the other two standing men. Mr. Simmons had a bloody nose while the other wasn't hurting. Pounding came from the door and I crooked by head to that direction. The door was pinned by the other two companions of the man fighting Mr. Simmons. Then I looked back to the fight. Mr. Simmons had a bloody face while the other was still unharmed. The unharmed one pulled out a short knife from his waist hidden by his coat.
"Knife." My voice spoke in a croaked sound. Mr. Simmons quickly looked back at me then to the man. He saw the knife coming, but too late. Mr. Simmons put a hand up to grab the wrist of the man, but he wasn't strong enough. Mr. Simmons fell onto unconsciousness. I sighed and I gave up struggling to stay awake and I also fell in a state of unconsciousness.