Okay peoples, this here is chapter three. Hopefully chapter two went well
and was not too bad of a cliffy for you all who decided to stick with this
fic and read it. I still have some explaining to do. oh wells, on with the
chapter.
Chapter 3: Friends, New and Old
I stared down at the dark green wig that Arnold had pulled off my head. Angrily I threw it on the table and stood there. Looking down at the floor I saw droplets.I saw more accumulating. It was then that I noticed that I was crying.
I was frustrated. not being able to talk has driven me to near insanity a few times. It's at those times that I am alone, I write during those times. The poems that come forth from my mind at those times are what others would explain as insane, mad or morbid. I hide those.or burn them. But right now I didn't feel like writing or doing anything of the sort. All I wanted to do was cry. I had time to be alone.mom wasn't to come home for another few hours.
I slowly made my way to a standing position. I felt my body move in the direction of the living room. My steps were slow, like as if I were in a dream.I eventually made my way to the stairs and step upon step I walked up them to my room. Opening the door I came to find a very different room then what it used to be when I was an almost carefree nine year old. The walls were a plain white; the curtains to my windows were a solid black, though the carpet had remained the same. Collapsing onto my bed I curled into a ball. A few moments later I heard the soft footsteps of another being in the room. A small black body revealed its self at the foot of the bed. Slowly it made its way over to the hand that was stretched out away from my body.that one that had hit his cheek.
'Felix.' Looking at the cats face I saw his light blue eyes and was reminded of the pale blue sky I remembered from Arizona. Sitting up I picked Felix up and held him to my chest. Very faintly I heard him begin to purr. Felix reminded me of a friend I had made while staying in Arizona. She's tall, at least six feet tall with blue-green eyes and long blonde hair that had turned darker as she got older. She would always say that she was not a "Dirty Blonde". She was quiet most of the time, but when bothered or when she was doing something she really enjoyed she was more talkative. Her name was.I mean is Ellen. She had said that it was her mother's name, and that she had wondered what her mother was up to. Her parent are divorced, her mother living somewhere in the same city she lived in but never sees.
Felix had begun rubbing his head against the hand that had hit Arnold while I thought about Ellen. Looking down at him I smiled, until something on my dresser caught my eye. A pile of crisp white envelopes laid, the top one written in a very familiar style. Slowly getting up while still holding Felix, I made my way over to the dresser. Picking up the letter I saw my name. Helga Anderson. Mom's maiden name.I was somewhat glad to get rid of the name Pataki. It let me free of certain things that Big Bob said were expected of a Pataki. Then the other name hit me. Ellen Jones. Placing Felix on the bed I sat down and opened the letter to find her slanted handwriting.
Hey Helga my dear!
So, how's the cold weather? Hehe ...Just had to ask didn't I? Well I figured that since you must be missing the mild winters of Arizona.I thought I would bring it to you in the form of . me! I'm gonna becoming there, though not for school. I already finished that, but how? You say! Well I just came back from the land of the East, and I come bearing gifts of knowledge and um.gifts. You see I took a whole bunch of classes, as well as a few classes on Saturdays. Yes I know, I am nuts for doing that, but I get to have so much free time until the new school year starts.
Plus.I want to continue with my art. And what a better way then going to Hillwood and getting so many new experiences! Oh, and when I do come.expect to hear lots of Japanese from me.I'm still stuck on it.. It's funny when I answer the phone. Well anyway, since it's about two weeks or so 'til Christmas and just a week 'til your break, I figured that hey. Why not just drive to Hillwood and be there in record time. You know I'll do it.
Be seeing ya
Ellen Jones A.K.A "Jim"
Smiling slightly, I placed her letter on my lap and laughed a bit. She was an odd one to say the least. But the first time she saw me she said, "Hey you! Yeah, the silent one, I'm gonna be your new friend." After that we both got to know each other and became friends. She had this odd obsession with Japan, but that was her thing.
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Monday morning was cold and snowy, yet not to the point of school being canceled for the day. As the bus let me off I happen to see Arnold and Gerald walking together. Smiling I head toward them. "Good morning Arnold, Gerald." They looked up and smiled. "Hey Phoebe." Both said in unison. Smiling I went to Gerald's side, where he proceeded to snake his arm around my waist. Soon after the start of sixth grade the two of use finally admitted that we liked each other. "Hey Arnold, what was it that you were saying about that Helga girl?" At this my curiosity was pricked. Ever since I came to my sixth hour class a week ago and found that the new girl was named Helga I had a feeling that there was something more to the girl then what she let on. "Well. I don't think now is a good time to discuss it." Arnold said with some hesitation. Looking in the direction I saw him starring at a tall girl wearing a black trench coat. At first I thought it was another person then the Helga I had met in class. Why is because this girl had straight waist length black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. "Morning Helga." Arnold called out, surprising both Gerald and I. The girl stopped and turned toward us, glaring she turned and quickly made her way into the school building.
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School went by slowly. All throughout the day I kept getting this feeling that I should go and speak to someone.someone I hadn't spoken to in a long time. Knowing her, she would probably understand my sign language.
Looking to the clock I saw that it was only five minutes until the bell would ring. Taking out a piece of paper I wrote down a small note. Looking up I noticed that Phoebe was still reading her book. Folding up the note I grabbed my pencil and made my way over to the pencil sharpener. As I passed by Phoebe I dropped the note on her desk. Coming back to my desk I saw that she was looking my way.
Okay, that's all for chapter three. I know, an odd place to stop. But I had to get this chapter out and to see what people thought of it. Well, there it was, review now. Please? Oh.and something else.I'm back in school. I'm not sure how the updates are going to go.can you believe it! I started school on Aug. 7th.the day before was my birthday ^_^ I'm 17 now.
~Vega
Chapter 3: Friends, New and Old
I stared down at the dark green wig that Arnold had pulled off my head. Angrily I threw it on the table and stood there. Looking down at the floor I saw droplets.I saw more accumulating. It was then that I noticed that I was crying.
I was frustrated. not being able to talk has driven me to near insanity a few times. It's at those times that I am alone, I write during those times. The poems that come forth from my mind at those times are what others would explain as insane, mad or morbid. I hide those.or burn them. But right now I didn't feel like writing or doing anything of the sort. All I wanted to do was cry. I had time to be alone.mom wasn't to come home for another few hours.
I slowly made my way to a standing position. I felt my body move in the direction of the living room. My steps were slow, like as if I were in a dream.I eventually made my way to the stairs and step upon step I walked up them to my room. Opening the door I came to find a very different room then what it used to be when I was an almost carefree nine year old. The walls were a plain white; the curtains to my windows were a solid black, though the carpet had remained the same. Collapsing onto my bed I curled into a ball. A few moments later I heard the soft footsteps of another being in the room. A small black body revealed its self at the foot of the bed. Slowly it made its way over to the hand that was stretched out away from my body.that one that had hit his cheek.
'Felix.' Looking at the cats face I saw his light blue eyes and was reminded of the pale blue sky I remembered from Arizona. Sitting up I picked Felix up and held him to my chest. Very faintly I heard him begin to purr. Felix reminded me of a friend I had made while staying in Arizona. She's tall, at least six feet tall with blue-green eyes and long blonde hair that had turned darker as she got older. She would always say that she was not a "Dirty Blonde". She was quiet most of the time, but when bothered or when she was doing something she really enjoyed she was more talkative. Her name was.I mean is Ellen. She had said that it was her mother's name, and that she had wondered what her mother was up to. Her parent are divorced, her mother living somewhere in the same city she lived in but never sees.
Felix had begun rubbing his head against the hand that had hit Arnold while I thought about Ellen. Looking down at him I smiled, until something on my dresser caught my eye. A pile of crisp white envelopes laid, the top one written in a very familiar style. Slowly getting up while still holding Felix, I made my way over to the dresser. Picking up the letter I saw my name. Helga Anderson. Mom's maiden name.I was somewhat glad to get rid of the name Pataki. It let me free of certain things that Big Bob said were expected of a Pataki. Then the other name hit me. Ellen Jones. Placing Felix on the bed I sat down and opened the letter to find her slanted handwriting.
Hey Helga my dear!
So, how's the cold weather? Hehe ...Just had to ask didn't I? Well I figured that since you must be missing the mild winters of Arizona.I thought I would bring it to you in the form of . me! I'm gonna becoming there, though not for school. I already finished that, but how? You say! Well I just came back from the land of the East, and I come bearing gifts of knowledge and um.gifts. You see I took a whole bunch of classes, as well as a few classes on Saturdays. Yes I know, I am nuts for doing that, but I get to have so much free time until the new school year starts.
Plus.I want to continue with my art. And what a better way then going to Hillwood and getting so many new experiences! Oh, and when I do come.expect to hear lots of Japanese from me.I'm still stuck on it.. It's funny when I answer the phone. Well anyway, since it's about two weeks or so 'til Christmas and just a week 'til your break, I figured that hey. Why not just drive to Hillwood and be there in record time. You know I'll do it.
Be seeing ya
Ellen Jones A.K.A "Jim"
Smiling slightly, I placed her letter on my lap and laughed a bit. She was an odd one to say the least. But the first time she saw me she said, "Hey you! Yeah, the silent one, I'm gonna be your new friend." After that we both got to know each other and became friends. She had this odd obsession with Japan, but that was her thing.
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Monday morning was cold and snowy, yet not to the point of school being canceled for the day. As the bus let me off I happen to see Arnold and Gerald walking together. Smiling I head toward them. "Good morning Arnold, Gerald." They looked up and smiled. "Hey Phoebe." Both said in unison. Smiling I went to Gerald's side, where he proceeded to snake his arm around my waist. Soon after the start of sixth grade the two of use finally admitted that we liked each other. "Hey Arnold, what was it that you were saying about that Helga girl?" At this my curiosity was pricked. Ever since I came to my sixth hour class a week ago and found that the new girl was named Helga I had a feeling that there was something more to the girl then what she let on. "Well. I don't think now is a good time to discuss it." Arnold said with some hesitation. Looking in the direction I saw him starring at a tall girl wearing a black trench coat. At first I thought it was another person then the Helga I had met in class. Why is because this girl had straight waist length black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. "Morning Helga." Arnold called out, surprising both Gerald and I. The girl stopped and turned toward us, glaring she turned and quickly made her way into the school building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
School went by slowly. All throughout the day I kept getting this feeling that I should go and speak to someone.someone I hadn't spoken to in a long time. Knowing her, she would probably understand my sign language.
Looking to the clock I saw that it was only five minutes until the bell would ring. Taking out a piece of paper I wrote down a small note. Looking up I noticed that Phoebe was still reading her book. Folding up the note I grabbed my pencil and made my way over to the pencil sharpener. As I passed by Phoebe I dropped the note on her desk. Coming back to my desk I saw that she was looking my way.
Okay, that's all for chapter three. I know, an odd place to stop. But I had to get this chapter out and to see what people thought of it. Well, there it was, review now. Please? Oh.and something else.I'm back in school. I'm not sure how the updates are going to go.can you believe it! I started school on Aug. 7th.the day before was my birthday ^_^ I'm 17 now.
~Vega