Chapter Two
As the game progressed, Helga thought more and more about the envelope. What could be inside of it? She nearly missed catching the ball as it zoomed over the plate while she thought about it. Was it a note? Was it money? She hoped it was the latter, Slaucens sounding pretty good right then. But then again, the former might be an even more valuable object…..who might it be from, and for what purpose?
Helga shook her head. She'd find out soon enough….but perhaps not soon enough for her friends. When the game was over (Harold's team having won), everyone crowded around her once more.
"So Heeeeelga, are you going to open your envelope?"
"Not in front of YOU, Harold." She put stinging emphasis on the "H" in Harold. He shut up.
"I think that Helga is doing the right thing. I mean, the guy wanted her to open it when she was alone, right?" Arnold, of course. Helga scoffed and stood up. She started walking away, smiling slightly.
Harold crossed his arms and turned to Sid and Stinky. "Whatta you say we go find out what's in that letter, eh?" The two others nodded their heads emphatically. They set out to follow Helga, sneaking away from the others.
Meanwhile, Helga was walking home. She looked at the envelope and decided only to open it when she was inside her room, safe and sound…..and alone.
Maybe.
Harold, Sid and Stinky slowly stalked her, eying her every move, craning their necks every time she took out the envelope to look at it. This became boring after a while, however, and they started trying to guess what was inside the envelope.
"I think it's a wad of money!" Harold said, rubbing his hands together.
"I think it's a note from a secret admirer…." Sid said, laughing.
"Ew! Laike anyone would ever laike Heelga Pataki. Ise thinks it's a certificate for aaaall the lemon puddin's you can eat!" The other two boys stared at him. "What, a guy can dream, can't 'e?"
The trip became increasingly boring as they went on, even though only a couple minutes had elapsed. Harold began to get angry.
"Alright, I say we beat her to her house, and then when she comes, we jump her and take the envelope!" A chorus of "yeah!"s came from Sid and Stinky, and they hurried off to Helga's house.
As they neared it, they saw a sign standing in front of the house. As they got even closer, they could almost read it, and when they reached it, their jaws dropped. The sign said: For Sale.
"W-woah…man, how're we gonna tell Helga?" Sid asked. Harold stammered in reply:
"We're not! I…I mean…how can we? We were never here…."
"Aah, I gotcha! Let's go before she comes!" Stinky said, as they all ran off towards their own houses.
They left just in time, because Helga showed up right at that moment, and her jaw did precisely the same thing as the boys' did. But even more so. She panicked, and ran up to the house, calling her parents' names.
"Bob!! Miriam!!" She called. No one answered. She ran up to her room, now completely empty of everything that was once in it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed. "How can this be? All my books of poems, clothes, my shrine, EVERYTHING IS GONE!!!!" She ran into the other rooms of the house as well, and finally came to a crashing halt when she ran straight into the counter in the kitchen.
She panted heavily, and sat down on the cold floor. Now, she thought, was as good a time as any to open the envelope.
Well it wasn't exactly the LONGEST chapter, but I finally have a flow. Deeeefinately.
-I. Krag
As the game progressed, Helga thought more and more about the envelope. What could be inside of it? She nearly missed catching the ball as it zoomed over the plate while she thought about it. Was it a note? Was it money? She hoped it was the latter, Slaucens sounding pretty good right then. But then again, the former might be an even more valuable object…..who might it be from, and for what purpose?
Helga shook her head. She'd find out soon enough….but perhaps not soon enough for her friends. When the game was over (Harold's team having won), everyone crowded around her once more.
"So Heeeeelga, are you going to open your envelope?"
"Not in front of YOU, Harold." She put stinging emphasis on the "H" in Harold. He shut up.
"I think that Helga is doing the right thing. I mean, the guy wanted her to open it when she was alone, right?" Arnold, of course. Helga scoffed and stood up. She started walking away, smiling slightly.
Harold crossed his arms and turned to Sid and Stinky. "Whatta you say we go find out what's in that letter, eh?" The two others nodded their heads emphatically. They set out to follow Helga, sneaking away from the others.
Meanwhile, Helga was walking home. She looked at the envelope and decided only to open it when she was inside her room, safe and sound…..and alone.
Maybe.
Harold, Sid and Stinky slowly stalked her, eying her every move, craning their necks every time she took out the envelope to look at it. This became boring after a while, however, and they started trying to guess what was inside the envelope.
"I think it's a wad of money!" Harold said, rubbing his hands together.
"I think it's a note from a secret admirer…." Sid said, laughing.
"Ew! Laike anyone would ever laike Heelga Pataki. Ise thinks it's a certificate for aaaall the lemon puddin's you can eat!" The other two boys stared at him. "What, a guy can dream, can't 'e?"
The trip became increasingly boring as they went on, even though only a couple minutes had elapsed. Harold began to get angry.
"Alright, I say we beat her to her house, and then when she comes, we jump her and take the envelope!" A chorus of "yeah!"s came from Sid and Stinky, and they hurried off to Helga's house.
As they neared it, they saw a sign standing in front of the house. As they got even closer, they could almost read it, and when they reached it, their jaws dropped. The sign said: For Sale.
"W-woah…man, how're we gonna tell Helga?" Sid asked. Harold stammered in reply:
"We're not! I…I mean…how can we? We were never here…."
"Aah, I gotcha! Let's go before she comes!" Stinky said, as they all ran off towards their own houses.
They left just in time, because Helga showed up right at that moment, and her jaw did precisely the same thing as the boys' did. But even more so. She panicked, and ran up to the house, calling her parents' names.
"Bob!! Miriam!!" She called. No one answered. She ran up to her room, now completely empty of everything that was once in it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed. "How can this be? All my books of poems, clothes, my shrine, EVERYTHING IS GONE!!!!" She ran into the other rooms of the house as well, and finally came to a crashing halt when she ran straight into the counter in the kitchen.
She panted heavily, and sat down on the cold floor. Now, she thought, was as good a time as any to open the envelope.
Well it wasn't exactly the LONGEST chapter, but I finally have a flow. Deeeefinately.
-I. Krag