Chapter 5
Throughout the rest of the night, workers and movers walked through the hallways of the mansion. Helga wandered around the house, peeking into the various rooms and closets, becoming familiar with her new home. She found many hiding places, along with places to stash her things. It began to dawn on her just how much of a change this was going to be, and she decided to make it into a good change. I mean, how bad can a four-story mansion be?
Their yard had a very large garden, and a big fountain. Helga personally thought it was a bit gaudy, and looked quite out of place in the low garden. It depicted two fish back to back, spitting water out of their mouths. It wasn't too original, but Helga figured Bob wasn't really a big art critic.
Miriam walked out of the mansion and came up to Helga, carrying a rather large smoothie. Helga shifted uneasily from foot to foot, waiting for Miriam to say something. After a short moment of silence, she did speak, and she sounded much more at ease than she had since Helga could remember.
"Ah, Helga….isn't this great? No cramped quarters, no worrying about house payments….it's like heaven." Helga thought this was a bit too big of a comment for her to say, but she didn't want to ruin her moment of happiness. "I mean, we're pretty much financially secure for the rest of our lives! You can go to whatever college you want, and Bob and I can live the rest of our lives without worry."
Miriam let out a huge sigh as she put her hand on Helga's shoulder. Helga flinched, and pulled away. Miriam didn't seem to notice, lost in her own world. She sat on a bench and fell asleep at her smoothie. Helga shook her head and went back inside.
When she found her room once again, there were much more things inside, things that didn't even previously belong to her. A large sleigh bed now sat inside, along with large dressers and a nightstand, complete with a reading light. No more late night flashlight poetry. She looked at the large dressers, and wondered if she'd even have enough of her usual outfit to fill even ONE drawer. Maybe they'd get her new clothes to fill them.
It was getting dark, and she had to get some sleep. One thing was sure, however. No matter how differently people treated HER, she was going to stay the same Helga G. Pataki.
Sometimes, people become different people when they get their hands on money. In other cases, their peers' attitudes change, but the person's attitude doesn't. The second was the case with Helga, as she was soon going to find out.
The next day at school was an enlightening one. She saw her classmates in a way that they have never been before. Everyone was acting different. They acted as if she was something worth looking at for once, and they were mysteriously friendly with her. Even the 6th grade girls looked at her like one of their own. That was a change. Helga was no fool, however, she saw through it, and she beat it down with her fist. Helga was no different, and they were going to understand it, even if she had to pound it into them.
The first one to approach her was Phoebe. Fortunately, Phoebe was truly her friend, and treated her no differently, and was determined to help her through the day.
"Helga, rumors have spread throughout the whole school. Everyone knows that you're rich, and I have noticed certain behavioral differences in our classmates. You may want to watch out, some might…suck up to you, as the phrase goes."
"Don't worry Pheebs, I've got it under control." She held up her fist, and Phoebe smiled. Not at the thought that she was going to inflict pain into her fellow students, but because it meant that Helga would not change along with them.
Sid walked up to her before school started, smiling sweetly. "Hey, Helga, how's it goin'?" he said, nudging her elbow. Helga scowled. "Say, I heard some rumors, and me and my friends-"
"Oh, you mean the ones that I have been equal to and have known their names since preschool? THOSE friends?" Sid flinched. He regained his composure, and continued.
"Well….yeah. We wanted to know if you were really rich, and if so, how you DID get the money. And I'm open for Saturday night…" Helga gave him a piercing look, and pushed him into a nearby locker. She chuckled, and walked to Mr. Simmons' class.
So...how am I doing? I promise, I'll move quicker. I've been going slowly, and the next chapter will have some new twists.
-I. Krag
Throughout the rest of the night, workers and movers walked through the hallways of the mansion. Helga wandered around the house, peeking into the various rooms and closets, becoming familiar with her new home. She found many hiding places, along with places to stash her things. It began to dawn on her just how much of a change this was going to be, and she decided to make it into a good change. I mean, how bad can a four-story mansion be?
Their yard had a very large garden, and a big fountain. Helga personally thought it was a bit gaudy, and looked quite out of place in the low garden. It depicted two fish back to back, spitting water out of their mouths. It wasn't too original, but Helga figured Bob wasn't really a big art critic.
Miriam walked out of the mansion and came up to Helga, carrying a rather large smoothie. Helga shifted uneasily from foot to foot, waiting for Miriam to say something. After a short moment of silence, she did speak, and she sounded much more at ease than she had since Helga could remember.
"Ah, Helga….isn't this great? No cramped quarters, no worrying about house payments….it's like heaven." Helga thought this was a bit too big of a comment for her to say, but she didn't want to ruin her moment of happiness. "I mean, we're pretty much financially secure for the rest of our lives! You can go to whatever college you want, and Bob and I can live the rest of our lives without worry."
Miriam let out a huge sigh as she put her hand on Helga's shoulder. Helga flinched, and pulled away. Miriam didn't seem to notice, lost in her own world. She sat on a bench and fell asleep at her smoothie. Helga shook her head and went back inside.
When she found her room once again, there were much more things inside, things that didn't even previously belong to her. A large sleigh bed now sat inside, along with large dressers and a nightstand, complete with a reading light. No more late night flashlight poetry. She looked at the large dressers, and wondered if she'd even have enough of her usual outfit to fill even ONE drawer. Maybe they'd get her new clothes to fill them.
It was getting dark, and she had to get some sleep. One thing was sure, however. No matter how differently people treated HER, she was going to stay the same Helga G. Pataki.
Sometimes, people become different people when they get their hands on money. In other cases, their peers' attitudes change, but the person's attitude doesn't. The second was the case with Helga, as she was soon going to find out.
The next day at school was an enlightening one. She saw her classmates in a way that they have never been before. Everyone was acting different. They acted as if she was something worth looking at for once, and they were mysteriously friendly with her. Even the 6th grade girls looked at her like one of their own. That was a change. Helga was no fool, however, she saw through it, and she beat it down with her fist. Helga was no different, and they were going to understand it, even if she had to pound it into them.
The first one to approach her was Phoebe. Fortunately, Phoebe was truly her friend, and treated her no differently, and was determined to help her through the day.
"Helga, rumors have spread throughout the whole school. Everyone knows that you're rich, and I have noticed certain behavioral differences in our classmates. You may want to watch out, some might…suck up to you, as the phrase goes."
"Don't worry Pheebs, I've got it under control." She held up her fist, and Phoebe smiled. Not at the thought that she was going to inflict pain into her fellow students, but because it meant that Helga would not change along with them.
Sid walked up to her before school started, smiling sweetly. "Hey, Helga, how's it goin'?" he said, nudging her elbow. Helga scowled. "Say, I heard some rumors, and me and my friends-"
"Oh, you mean the ones that I have been equal to and have known their names since preschool? THOSE friends?" Sid flinched. He regained his composure, and continued.
"Well….yeah. We wanted to know if you were really rich, and if so, how you DID get the money. And I'm open for Saturday night…" Helga gave him a piercing look, and pushed him into a nearby locker. She chuckled, and walked to Mr. Simmons' class.
So...how am I doing? I promise, I'll move quicker. I've been going slowly, and the next chapter will have some new twists.
-I. Krag