Chapter 1
Helga woke up in a strange place. She was wearing a light pink nightgown, covered in light pink sheets, and surrounded by a light pink canopy. She sat up and felt something brush against her neck; she touched it and found out it was her hair. She never wore her hair down, except for one Valentine's Day night, but that wasn't intentional.
She opened the canopy, stepped out, and walked to the mirror. I look like I'm 14, Helga thought as she examined herself; and surely enough, she did. She was taller, skinnier, and her bosom had enlarged. She turned around and screamed, "WHAT THE.?" Her room was HUGE! She had a pink carpet, and a step out balcony. From this, she knew she was loaded.
"Robert, o' my word, we'll not carry coals."
Who is that? Helga wondered. She walked to the balcony and looked over. She saw two guys who looked like Robert and Joey. In fact, they were Robert and Joey! She got closer and listened harder.
"No, for then we should be colliers," Robert responded.
"I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw."
"Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar."
"I strike quickly, being moved."
"But thou art not quickly moved to strike."
"A dog of the house of Montague moves me."
"To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away."
"A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's."
"Who art the Montagues?" Helga questioned out loud. "For he spake Old English. I am also! What twist of dimensions hath we entered in order of us to talk fluently in this deceased language?"(I am not good at old English at all.) She was extremely confused so she lied down.
All of a sudden she heard a major fight, a sword fight! She ran to the balcony as she heard Sid scream, "Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do," as he beat down their swords. Then Curly came in and challenged with this, "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death." "I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me," Sid responded "What," Curly screamed, "drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!" Then those two started fighting! Ooh! Drama! Helga thought as she watched on. All of a sudden a citizen shouted, "Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!"
All of a sudden Bob and Miriam came in and Bob screamed, "What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!" and Miriam responded, "A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?" What the.? Helga thought as she listened on. Bob rolled his eyes and bellowed, "My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me." Then an old couple came out from the house next door. To us they looked like Arnold's grandparents. To Helga, they were perfect strangers. The man said, "Thou villain Capulet," then turned to the woman and struggled, "Hold me not, let me go." The lady responded, "Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe." Helga rushed downstairs to see it closer.
Helga woke up in a strange place. She was wearing a light pink nightgown, covered in light pink sheets, and surrounded by a light pink canopy. She sat up and felt something brush against her neck; she touched it and found out it was her hair. She never wore her hair down, except for one Valentine's Day night, but that wasn't intentional.
She opened the canopy, stepped out, and walked to the mirror. I look like I'm 14, Helga thought as she examined herself; and surely enough, she did. She was taller, skinnier, and her bosom had enlarged. She turned around and screamed, "WHAT THE.?" Her room was HUGE! She had a pink carpet, and a step out balcony. From this, she knew she was loaded.
"Robert, o' my word, we'll not carry coals."
Who is that? Helga wondered. She walked to the balcony and looked over. She saw two guys who looked like Robert and Joey. In fact, they were Robert and Joey! She got closer and listened harder.
"No, for then we should be colliers," Robert responded.
"I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw."
"Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar."
"I strike quickly, being moved."
"But thou art not quickly moved to strike."
"A dog of the house of Montague moves me."
"To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away."
"A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's."
"Who art the Montagues?" Helga questioned out loud. "For he spake Old English. I am also! What twist of dimensions hath we entered in order of us to talk fluently in this deceased language?"(I am not good at old English at all.) She was extremely confused so she lied down.
All of a sudden she heard a major fight, a sword fight! She ran to the balcony as she heard Sid scream, "Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do," as he beat down their swords. Then Curly came in and challenged with this, "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death." "I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me," Sid responded "What," Curly screamed, "drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!" Then those two started fighting! Ooh! Drama! Helga thought as she watched on. All of a sudden a citizen shouted, "Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!"
All of a sudden Bob and Miriam came in and Bob screamed, "What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!" and Miriam responded, "A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?" What the.? Helga thought as she listened on. Bob rolled his eyes and bellowed, "My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me." Then an old couple came out from the house next door. To us they looked like Arnold's grandparents. To Helga, they were perfect strangers. The man said, "Thou villain Capulet," then turned to the woman and struggled, "Hold me not, let me go." The lady responded, "Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe." Helga rushed downstairs to see it closer.