Well people, thank you for the reviews ^_^…. I know I have some spelling
errors…such as the follow and fallow thing; I almost always make that
mistake. Also I noticed that two of my lovely readers noticed her last
name. That was deliberate, and will be explained. Some of you also noticed
her green hair…there was a mistake in there. I'm sorry about that. I do try
and correct my mistakes. Oh, and Happy belated Birthday to Musicfreakkatie!
Well here is chapter two! Enjoy ^_^
1 Chapter 2: Oh Glorious Friday
It was finally Friday. Walking into my first hour class I came to find that the only student in the room was Helga. For the past week she had been nice to everyone, but she seemed to not get involved with anyone. She sat beside me, but she hardly ever looked my way and was almost always writing in her notebook when she was done with her algebra work. Looking up she gave a small nod and went back to writing.
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Looking up from my notebook I saw Arnold walk into the room. As he looked my way I gave a small nod and went to writing in my notebook. I still write poetry, though now I would have to say it was more of a career. That was one of the ways the bills were paid, Mom's job paid well, but sometimes it didn't pay enough if I had to go see the doctor. She worked at a bank of all places, it turned out that if you put her in the right job she wasn't absent minded about it.
Soon other students came into the room and sat down waiting for the final bell to ring. The bell soon rang and Mrs. Black started the lesson. That dragged on for a mind numbing fifty-five minutes until the bell rang.
The final bell of the day rang and I sighed inwardly with relief. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I had yet to get used to the whole thing with the time difference between here and Arizona. Here, it was three hours ahead, while Arizona never had to deal with the daylight-savings-time. (It's true! I love never having to turn my clock forward or back ^_^;) I gathered my books and my black winter coat that was made to look like a trench coat and headed out of the classroom. Walking down the crowed hallway I let myself be carried along by the other students. Soon I was outside and making my way to the bus stop. Reaching into my pocket I found that I had no change.
'I guess I'll walk then.' Shrugging slightly I started in the direction of my house when I heard someone yell my name.
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I saw a black clad dark green haired girl making her way toward the bus stop when she paused and reached into her pocket then shrug slightly. She then turned and started walking again.
"Helga!" I yelled, she stopped and turned toward me. She had an expectant look on her face as I made my way over to her. I finally came to stand five feet from her when I stopped.
"Hey Helga, do you mind if I walk you home?" I don't know what had came over me, but something was telling me to try and find out more about this girl. She was silent then shook her head and started walking. I caught up to her and we walked in silence. The way that we were walking was slowly becoming familiar, but I still couldn't quite tell where she lived exactly. We soon came a very familiar blue house with red trim. Then it dawned on me, this was Helga's house, "The Helga". I stopped at the top of the stoop and looked to her. She pulled out a key and opened the door to the house. She took a step into the house and paused and turned to me, giving me an expectant look. Taking a step into the house she moved aside and closed the door after I came inside. She removed her tall faded black boots and motioned for me to do the same. I did so, when I looked up she was gone.
"Helga?" I called out, not wanting to venture into the house. Helga came back a moment later. She was no longer wearing her trench coat and now wore what looked like black slippers. She handed me a pair and handed a pad of paper to me at the same time. Putting the slippers on I looked at the pad and read what it said.
Would you like to stay a while to warm up a little? And if yes, what would you like to drink?
"Yes, and some tea would be nice. Thank you…Helga." I'm not sure why, but it felt odd to call this girl Helga. It felt odd when she acted nice to me. The only Helga that I knew well was one that was anything but nice…but this girl seemed like that girl I knew in forth grade…the side of her that not many ever saw. I fallowed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table, she went to a cupboard and pulled out two boxes. She held them out to me; glancing at both I picked the wild raspberry one. She nodded and began the process of making the tea. I watched her as she worked; it was then that I noticed something about her hair. I saw a bit of golden hair coming out from the back. I slowly got up and made my way over to her, she had yet to notice me. Reaching out a hand I grasped some of her hair and pulled.
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I was busy making Arnold his tea when somewhat suddenly I felt my wig being pulled off. I turned around quickly and found a rather startled Arnold holding my short dark green wig in one hand, but his eyes weren't on the wig, but on me. Grabbing the wig from his hand I glared at him. He still stared at me with wide eyes. I reached up let my hair down from its position in a braid around my head. I t had been placed so that it wouldn't make the wigs that I wore look fake.
Arnold's mouth started to move, but no sound came out. Finally he found his voice.
"I can't believe it's you Helga! Where have you been? Why the wig? Why is your last name Anderson?" He started out slowly but soon it flowed together. Closing my eyes and clutching the wig in my left hand I opened my eyes and let my hand fly.
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I was still shocked; shocked to the point I had not paid total attention to Helga's reaction. I was about to ask another question when a stinging pain washed over my left cheek. Bringing my hand to my cheek I stared at Helga with wide eyes yet again in the last few minutes.
"Helga…" My voice was soft and confused. Her face was blank, even her eyes were void of emotion. She pointed toward the direction of the front door. I understood, without another word I walked out of the kitchen to the hall and took off the black slippers off and put my snow boots back on. Grabbing my coat and putting it on I opened the front door and stepped out into the cold. Softly and quietly I shut the door and stepped down the stoop and headed home. Looking upward I saw that it was just beginning to snow.
'Helga…what happened to you…'
I know, I know. It was somewhat short, but you have to admit that was a nice place to stop, ne? Hopefully everyone enjoyed that chapter…also if this chapter seemed somewhat boring…. well I wrote most of it from about 6am to 2pm.… I had gotten up at about 4pm the day before, and had not gone to bed…. Also I was listening to the Beatles the whole time…well until chapter three.
~Vega
1 Chapter 2: Oh Glorious Friday
It was finally Friday. Walking into my first hour class I came to find that the only student in the room was Helga. For the past week she had been nice to everyone, but she seemed to not get involved with anyone. She sat beside me, but she hardly ever looked my way and was almost always writing in her notebook when she was done with her algebra work. Looking up she gave a small nod and went back to writing.
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Looking up from my notebook I saw Arnold walk into the room. As he looked my way I gave a small nod and went to writing in my notebook. I still write poetry, though now I would have to say it was more of a career. That was one of the ways the bills were paid, Mom's job paid well, but sometimes it didn't pay enough if I had to go see the doctor. She worked at a bank of all places, it turned out that if you put her in the right job she wasn't absent minded about it.
Soon other students came into the room and sat down waiting for the final bell to ring. The bell soon rang and Mrs. Black started the lesson. That dragged on for a mind numbing fifty-five minutes until the bell rang.
The final bell of the day rang and I sighed inwardly with relief. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I had yet to get used to the whole thing with the time difference between here and Arizona. Here, it was three hours ahead, while Arizona never had to deal with the daylight-savings-time. (It's true! I love never having to turn my clock forward or back ^_^;) I gathered my books and my black winter coat that was made to look like a trench coat and headed out of the classroom. Walking down the crowed hallway I let myself be carried along by the other students. Soon I was outside and making my way to the bus stop. Reaching into my pocket I found that I had no change.
'I guess I'll walk then.' Shrugging slightly I started in the direction of my house when I heard someone yell my name.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw a black clad dark green haired girl making her way toward the bus stop when she paused and reached into her pocket then shrug slightly. She then turned and started walking again.
"Helga!" I yelled, she stopped and turned toward me. She had an expectant look on her face as I made my way over to her. I finally came to stand five feet from her when I stopped.
"Hey Helga, do you mind if I walk you home?" I don't know what had came over me, but something was telling me to try and find out more about this girl. She was silent then shook her head and started walking. I caught up to her and we walked in silence. The way that we were walking was slowly becoming familiar, but I still couldn't quite tell where she lived exactly. We soon came a very familiar blue house with red trim. Then it dawned on me, this was Helga's house, "The Helga". I stopped at the top of the stoop and looked to her. She pulled out a key and opened the door to the house. She took a step into the house and paused and turned to me, giving me an expectant look. Taking a step into the house she moved aside and closed the door after I came inside. She removed her tall faded black boots and motioned for me to do the same. I did so, when I looked up she was gone.
"Helga?" I called out, not wanting to venture into the house. Helga came back a moment later. She was no longer wearing her trench coat and now wore what looked like black slippers. She handed me a pair and handed a pad of paper to me at the same time. Putting the slippers on I looked at the pad and read what it said.
Would you like to stay a while to warm up a little? And if yes, what would you like to drink?
"Yes, and some tea would be nice. Thank you…Helga." I'm not sure why, but it felt odd to call this girl Helga. It felt odd when she acted nice to me. The only Helga that I knew well was one that was anything but nice…but this girl seemed like that girl I knew in forth grade…the side of her that not many ever saw. I fallowed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table, she went to a cupboard and pulled out two boxes. She held them out to me; glancing at both I picked the wild raspberry one. She nodded and began the process of making the tea. I watched her as she worked; it was then that I noticed something about her hair. I saw a bit of golden hair coming out from the back. I slowly got up and made my way over to her, she had yet to notice me. Reaching out a hand I grasped some of her hair and pulled.
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I was busy making Arnold his tea when somewhat suddenly I felt my wig being pulled off. I turned around quickly and found a rather startled Arnold holding my short dark green wig in one hand, but his eyes weren't on the wig, but on me. Grabbing the wig from his hand I glared at him. He still stared at me with wide eyes. I reached up let my hair down from its position in a braid around my head. I t had been placed so that it wouldn't make the wigs that I wore look fake.
Arnold's mouth started to move, but no sound came out. Finally he found his voice.
"I can't believe it's you Helga! Where have you been? Why the wig? Why is your last name Anderson?" He started out slowly but soon it flowed together. Closing my eyes and clutching the wig in my left hand I opened my eyes and let my hand fly.
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I was still shocked; shocked to the point I had not paid total attention to Helga's reaction. I was about to ask another question when a stinging pain washed over my left cheek. Bringing my hand to my cheek I stared at Helga with wide eyes yet again in the last few minutes.
"Helga…" My voice was soft and confused. Her face was blank, even her eyes were void of emotion. She pointed toward the direction of the front door. I understood, without another word I walked out of the kitchen to the hall and took off the black slippers off and put my snow boots back on. Grabbing my coat and putting it on I opened the front door and stepped out into the cold. Softly and quietly I shut the door and stepped down the stoop and headed home. Looking upward I saw that it was just beginning to snow.
'Helga…what happened to you…'
I know, I know. It was somewhat short, but you have to admit that was a nice place to stop, ne? Hopefully everyone enjoyed that chapter…also if this chapter seemed somewhat boring…. well I wrote most of it from about 6am to 2pm.… I had gotten up at about 4pm the day before, and had not gone to bed…. Also I was listening to the Beatles the whole time…well until chapter three.
~Vega