Okay, here's the next chapter, or should I say here's chapter one. Anyway I
want to thank those people who reviewed on the first day this was posted. I
posted it at about 3 or 4 in the morning…. Anyway thank you ^_^
And well here's the first chapter, hopefully it will do just as well as the prologue.
1 Chapter 1: Another Point of View
It was strange. When I came back to Hillwood with my parents two years after first moving away to be with them, back to the boardinghouse, there was a void…something missing. I mean I knew that Helga was no longer in Hillwood from the letters that Gerald would send me, but I never thought her not being here would have this much of an affect on me. When I went back to school there always seemed to be and empty desk either beside me or behind me. It seemed as though someone was suppose to be there, but were never going to.
Turning around I found Phoebe starring at the desk, also wondering where that person was. I knew it was Helga that was suppose to sit there, but the during the summer after forth grade she just seemed to disappear. Phoebe had said that she got one latter from Helga, saying that she had to move. That was that, no other word came from the once bully of P.S.118.
It was now December of our freshman year at Hillwood High, and still, in every one of my classes there is an empty desk beside or behind me. Sighing I looked up at my first hour teacher waiting for class to start, almost expecting a spit wad to hit the back of my head.
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Mom pulled up to the house and sighed deeply. We were back in Hillwood after five and half years. Stepping outside of the bus I pulled my long warm coat around me closer, as the snow started to fall from the clouded sky. Looking to Mom I saw that she starred at the house with emotion filled eyes.
Soon after I was released from the hospital Mom found a place out in Arizona to stay where I could get therapy and learn how to sign, but Big Bob objected, that in its self was the final straw. Mom and Dad got a divorce shortly afterward. Though, oddly Big Bob didn't want the house. Said it wasn't worth his time. By that time Mom and I were living in an apartment in Fountain Hills Arizona. For some reason, Mom wanted to go back to Hillwood. I didn't fight it though; I too wanted to go back…if only for a few reasons.
Waving my hands at mom she turned toward me.
"Mom, lets get the stuff into the house before it gets worse out here." I signed to her, she nodded and made her way toward the trunk of the car.
Soon enough we had only the essentials inside the house, we were going to wait until tomorrow to get the rest inside the house. Sitting down on a pillow I looked toward mom who just happened to be sleeping on hers. It was a long drive, so it was understandable. It was strange. Once mom and I left Hillwood… and Big Bob, she changed. She took on more responsibility, acted more like a mother, and took care of me when I really needed it. Lying down on the carpeted floor of the living room I brought up the blanket I had up to my chin and laid my head down on the pillow I had previously been sitting on. Slowly I fell asleep to thoughts of what school was going to be like.
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First Hour began slowly, students filtered in groaning about wanting to go back to sleep and that it was to early for algebra. The teacher brought the class to attention after the final bell had rung, and was about to start the lesson when one of the security guards came into the room and spoke with the teacher. Turning to the class Mrs. Black spoke to the class.
"Everyone, I know this is somewhat late in the year, but we have a new student. Though I was informed that this student is unable to speak. Please try and be nice to her. Helga, you can come in now." Those of us who were from P.S. 118, and knew Helga snapped to attention. The classroom door open and a tall dark green haired girl walked in. Mouths dropped open threw out the class. This "Helga" had to be at least 5'9" feet tall, had short dark green hair, was curved in all the right places, had two slender arching eyebrows over two very startling blue eyes. She looked over the classroom and momentarily stopping on certain people. She looked at me before looking to the teacher.
When her eyes fell on me for that moment I felt like I was being judged. The girl handed a piece of paper to Mrs. Black and waited.
"Arnold, would you please raise your hand. Helga, that is where you will sit." Helga nodded and made her way over to the empty desk beside me. I put my hand down and watched as she sat down.
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I knew that everyone I had known when I lived here was starring at me. I could feel Arnold's eyes burning into me. Looking out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was still starring at me. Pulling out my folder I tore off a small piece of paper and wrote something down. Quickly placing the paper on his desk I began doing the work that the teacher assigned to the class.
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I was somewhat startled when she placed the piece of paper onto my desk, but I quickly over came it and picked up the paper and opened it.
Take a picture, it lasts longer
I was taken back. This could not be "The Helga". I mused a little while longer before I began the work Mrs. Black had put on the board. Occasionally I would glanced at Helga. She seemed somewhat emotionless, like she wanted to hide who she really was…
"Hey Gerald, where were you this morning during first hour?" Arnold said sitting down beside his African American best friend. Gerald had grown quite a bit over the last five years. Now standing at 5'7"feet tall, his hair was shorter but still in the tall style he had it when he was younger, which made him look taller then he was. He wore designer clothes and was apart of the "In" group.
"I was late this morning, I only came to forth hour…. who is that?" Gerald said, his gazed following someone. I turned to look and found the girl known as Helga. She was wearing faded jeans with holes at the knee's, a black material showing from the holes, a black turtle neck, and heavy looking faded black boots. Her hair caught the light and green highlights stood out.
"Gerald, that is the new girl Helga." I said still watching her walking; she suddenly stopped and turned in our direction. She glared at us and made a few signs with her hands. Looking at our bewildered faces she rolled her eyes and sat down at a table that no one was sitting at.
"What was that about?" Gerald said staring at the green haired beauty.
"She can't speak. I guess she said something to us in sign language." (Dense isn't he folks…) We watched the girl as she took out a sack lunch and began eating.
The school day ended and students poured out from the front of the school. I waited to see if I could talk to the green haired girl. She had ended up being in my first four classes. By the time the second class rolled by I had found out her name was Helga Anderson. I caught sight of her just as she was getting into a black Volkswagen bus, I watched as it pulled away from the curb and out of sight.
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I got into the old VW bus mom had bought when we were out in Arizona, and closed my eyes as I buckled the seat belt.
"How was school honey?" Mom said as we pulled away. I signed,
"It was okay, tiring though."
"Well while you were at school I got a few of the neighbors to help out and get the rest of the stuff in the house, all we have to do is put it how we want it." Mom said somewhat happily. Things were going to get weird in the fallowing days. I just knew it.
Well peoples, there is chapter one. I'm sorry it took a while for this one to come out. I was playing around with some ideas, and came up with an interesting one. Hopefully you peeps liked this one. I'll have chapter two out soon hopefully. Until then, peace, love, and always keep a spare shirt 'O.O'
~Vega
And well here's the first chapter, hopefully it will do just as well as the prologue.
1 Chapter 1: Another Point of View
It was strange. When I came back to Hillwood with my parents two years after first moving away to be with them, back to the boardinghouse, there was a void…something missing. I mean I knew that Helga was no longer in Hillwood from the letters that Gerald would send me, but I never thought her not being here would have this much of an affect on me. When I went back to school there always seemed to be and empty desk either beside me or behind me. It seemed as though someone was suppose to be there, but were never going to.
Turning around I found Phoebe starring at the desk, also wondering where that person was. I knew it was Helga that was suppose to sit there, but the during the summer after forth grade she just seemed to disappear. Phoebe had said that she got one latter from Helga, saying that she had to move. That was that, no other word came from the once bully of P.S.118.
It was now December of our freshman year at Hillwood High, and still, in every one of my classes there is an empty desk beside or behind me. Sighing I looked up at my first hour teacher waiting for class to start, almost expecting a spit wad to hit the back of my head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mom pulled up to the house and sighed deeply. We were back in Hillwood after five and half years. Stepping outside of the bus I pulled my long warm coat around me closer, as the snow started to fall from the clouded sky. Looking to Mom I saw that she starred at the house with emotion filled eyes.
Soon after I was released from the hospital Mom found a place out in Arizona to stay where I could get therapy and learn how to sign, but Big Bob objected, that in its self was the final straw. Mom and Dad got a divorce shortly afterward. Though, oddly Big Bob didn't want the house. Said it wasn't worth his time. By that time Mom and I were living in an apartment in Fountain Hills Arizona. For some reason, Mom wanted to go back to Hillwood. I didn't fight it though; I too wanted to go back…if only for a few reasons.
Waving my hands at mom she turned toward me.
"Mom, lets get the stuff into the house before it gets worse out here." I signed to her, she nodded and made her way toward the trunk of the car.
Soon enough we had only the essentials inside the house, we were going to wait until tomorrow to get the rest inside the house. Sitting down on a pillow I looked toward mom who just happened to be sleeping on hers. It was a long drive, so it was understandable. It was strange. Once mom and I left Hillwood… and Big Bob, she changed. She took on more responsibility, acted more like a mother, and took care of me when I really needed it. Lying down on the carpeted floor of the living room I brought up the blanket I had up to my chin and laid my head down on the pillow I had previously been sitting on. Slowly I fell asleep to thoughts of what school was going to be like.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First Hour began slowly, students filtered in groaning about wanting to go back to sleep and that it was to early for algebra. The teacher brought the class to attention after the final bell had rung, and was about to start the lesson when one of the security guards came into the room and spoke with the teacher. Turning to the class Mrs. Black spoke to the class.
"Everyone, I know this is somewhat late in the year, but we have a new student. Though I was informed that this student is unable to speak. Please try and be nice to her. Helga, you can come in now." Those of us who were from P.S. 118, and knew Helga snapped to attention. The classroom door open and a tall dark green haired girl walked in. Mouths dropped open threw out the class. This "Helga" had to be at least 5'9" feet tall, had short dark green hair, was curved in all the right places, had two slender arching eyebrows over two very startling blue eyes. She looked over the classroom and momentarily stopping on certain people. She looked at me before looking to the teacher.
When her eyes fell on me for that moment I felt like I was being judged. The girl handed a piece of paper to Mrs. Black and waited.
"Arnold, would you please raise your hand. Helga, that is where you will sit." Helga nodded and made her way over to the empty desk beside me. I put my hand down and watched as she sat down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I knew that everyone I had known when I lived here was starring at me. I could feel Arnold's eyes burning into me. Looking out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was still starring at me. Pulling out my folder I tore off a small piece of paper and wrote something down. Quickly placing the paper on his desk I began doing the work that the teacher assigned to the class.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was somewhat startled when she placed the piece of paper onto my desk, but I quickly over came it and picked up the paper and opened it.
Take a picture, it lasts longer
I was taken back. This could not be "The Helga". I mused a little while longer before I began the work Mrs. Black had put on the board. Occasionally I would glanced at Helga. She seemed somewhat emotionless, like she wanted to hide who she really was…
"Hey Gerald, where were you this morning during first hour?" Arnold said sitting down beside his African American best friend. Gerald had grown quite a bit over the last five years. Now standing at 5'7"feet tall, his hair was shorter but still in the tall style he had it when he was younger, which made him look taller then he was. He wore designer clothes and was apart of the "In" group.
"I was late this morning, I only came to forth hour…. who is that?" Gerald said, his gazed following someone. I turned to look and found the girl known as Helga. She was wearing faded jeans with holes at the knee's, a black material showing from the holes, a black turtle neck, and heavy looking faded black boots. Her hair caught the light and green highlights stood out.
"Gerald, that is the new girl Helga." I said still watching her walking; she suddenly stopped and turned in our direction. She glared at us and made a few signs with her hands. Looking at our bewildered faces she rolled her eyes and sat down at a table that no one was sitting at.
"What was that about?" Gerald said staring at the green haired beauty.
"She can't speak. I guess she said something to us in sign language." (Dense isn't he folks…) We watched the girl as she took out a sack lunch and began eating.
The school day ended and students poured out from the front of the school. I waited to see if I could talk to the green haired girl. She had ended up being in my first four classes. By the time the second class rolled by I had found out her name was Helga Anderson. I caught sight of her just as she was getting into a black Volkswagen bus, I watched as it pulled away from the curb and out of sight.
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I got into the old VW bus mom had bought when we were out in Arizona, and closed my eyes as I buckled the seat belt.
"How was school honey?" Mom said as we pulled away. I signed,
"It was okay, tiring though."
"Well while you were at school I got a few of the neighbors to help out and get the rest of the stuff in the house, all we have to do is put it how we want it." Mom said somewhat happily. Things were going to get weird in the fallowing days. I just knew it.
Well peoples, there is chapter one. I'm sorry it took a while for this one to come out. I was playing around with some ideas, and came up with an interesting one. Hopefully you peeps liked this one. I'll have chapter two out soon hopefully. Until then, peace, love, and always keep a spare shirt 'O.O'
~Vega