Hey everyone ^_^ I'm glad that everyone loves this story! I'm kind of
juggling this around with some other fics... as well as remembering what's
due for school...I'm surprised I can do that.... Anyway, thank you for the
reviews and thanks to the person who says they like Ellen. That character
is based somewhat off of me on the inside. And the name Ellen, I got that
from my mother (she died over nine years ago, nice way of remembering her
^_^) and the little thing about the "AKA Jim" I'm called Jim by someone at
school... not sure why though.. Also, now that I think a bit about where I
got the idea for Helga to not be able to speak comes partly from myself. I
didn't speak until I was over three years old; my father thought I was
going to be mute. Well there's some insight on the story and myself.
Now about chapter three...I'm sorry for not updating for over two months. I drift away from my fics sometimes. As for this chapter.... lets see how it goes.
Chapter 4: Ellen
It was nearly the end of class, I was reading a book I had heard about called "Clan of the Cave Bear". From what I had read, a young girl loses her family in an earthquake and soon is found by a group of people who class themselves Clan of the Cave Bear. As I was reading further into the book someone passed by my desk, glancing up I saw the retreating back of Helga. Looking to my desk I saw a note. Stetting the book down I reached out and plucked the note where it sat on the hard desk. Opening it I saw the familiar handwriting in purple ink.
Phoebe, meet me after school by the office.
Helga
Looking up I saw Helga coming back from the pencil sharpener, our eyes met for a brief moment. She adverted her eyes and continued to her seat in the back of the room.
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Looking down at my paper I noticed I had written only maybe two sentences. Mentally banging my head against a wall I looked to the window that was up near the ceiling of the classroom. 'Why in the heck did they put window in if no one could see out of them very well?' Just as I was about I place my pen to paper the bell rang. The sound of notebooks being closed, zippers, and sighs of relief came to my ears. The school day had finally ended. Closing my notebook and placing it civilly inside my backpack I stood up, shrugging into my trench coat and placed my bag over one shoulder. Making my way out of the classroom and down the now nearly deserted hallways. It was now that the thought of talking to Phoebe came to front of my mind. Just what was I going to say to her. Shaking my head I continued walking.
As I got closer to the office I saw Phoebe standing there waiting, staring out into the parking lot that sat in front of the office. I stopped and looked her over and noticed how much she had changed over the years. She had grown some, but was still shorter then me, maybe only a little over five feet tall. She had grown her hair out to her shoulders and wore glasses there weren't as huge as they were when she was younger. It was then that I noticed how her taste in clothing had changed as well. She wore clothing that said she was an "In" person yet; the clothes made her look like someone you would think was an old friend. Shaking my head again I resumed walking toward her. Stopping behind her I tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped slightly before turning around and faced me. "Helga, you scared me." "Sorry." I signed, she seemed somewhat surprised at my action but soon nodded. Without a word we began walking toward my house.
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".everything I've ever done, everything I ever do, it's a sin." Blared from a stereo in an old van. The driver, singing along slightly while watching the somewhat icy road as she drove down the street. "Great, she comes to this cold place and then I can't remember where she lives." The young woman grumbled. Turning down a street she came to find a site that drew her eyes to it. On one side of the street a seemingly vacant lot sat, though it looked like a well-kept baseball field. Pulling up to the curb in front of the lot she looked out the window to find a group teenagers that seemed familiar, though only by what someone had told her. Putting her round rimmed, black sunglasses on she turned the ignition and van went silent. Looking out the window she saw that she had gotten the attention of the group. Opening the door she stepped out and let the group get a look at her.
What the group of teenagers saw was a very tall woman, her brown hair pulled back from her face, black round rimmed sunglasses, knee high black boots, black pants, a black shirt and to finish the look off, a full length black trench coat. The woman smiled at the group and began walking toward them.
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When a brown van pulled up to the curb in front of Gerald Field I had a feeling that who ever was in the van was going to be trouble. A woman decked out entirely in black came out. I was very surprised by that, though it was her height that added to it. She was tall, she had to have been six feet tall or more. She smiled at us and began walking over to the assembled group. It was when she was walking that I saw how long her hair was, it was pulled back into a ponytail and ended around where her thighs would be. But because of her clothes I wasn't sure. She stopped a few feet from where I stood and looked the group over. She smiled again and spoke directly to me. "You must be Arnold." I gaped at her. I don't even know who this person was yet she knew my name. "I take from your expression that you are indeed Arnold." I nodded. Held out her hand, slowly I took. Looking down I found her hand to be larger then mine, but slimmer. She shook my hand a let go. "I've wanted to meet you since my dear friend told me about you. Now could you possibly help me? I'm looking for Helga." Again she shocked me, how in the world did this woman know Helga. "Why do you want to know?" I got out once I found my voice. She sighed and spoke. "I told her I was coming here, but I've forgotten her address.and also I'm not used to this city. But I happened to remember what she told me about "The Gang" and that you would most likely be here. Now can you help me or not?" She sounded irritated by my questioning; it was then that I noticed her accent. It sounded a bit Asian or something like that.
"Yeah, I can help you. She lives about-" "Wait, you're going to have to show me. I was never good at taking directions like that." She said with a somewhat lopsided grin. "Okay, then." I said, not sure what I was getting into. She smiled, weird. I was beginning to like that smile. "Well come on, hope into the van and show me. Oh, and hope you don't mind my taste in music." With that she turned and began walking back to her van. Looking to the gang I shrugged. "I'll be back. I think." With that I walked toward the van and went around to the passenger side. Opening the door I was assaulted with the lyrics,
"Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand pointing to your head, you think you're mad, to unstable, kicking in chairs and knocking down table in a restaurant, in a Western town." It was then that the music stopped, I then noticed I had been standing there gaping somewhat at the woman. She sat in the drivers' side looking at me with amused eyes. I got in slowly, the color of the woman's eyes flitting across my mind. They were a blue-gray-green color, almost like an ocean. "I see that you don't care to much for The Pet Shop Boys." She said as she buckled her seat belt and started up the van. As I buckled my seat belt she began driving.
"I've never heard of them." I said as I pointed which way for her to turn. She laughed a bit and reached her right hand to the stereo and pressed play. This time the music was different, haunting and strange. It gave me the image of the desert for some reason. Sometime later we pulled up to the curb in front of Helga's house. The woman pressed stop and the song stopped. I was somewhat shaken at what she listened to. The song she had told me was called "The End" by a group called The Doors. It was then that I noticed that still didn't know this woman's name. "Thanks for the help, by the way, my name's Ellen." She smiled and unbuckled her seat belt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Phoebe and I came into the house I took my shoes off and put on the black slippers. Pointing to another pair for Phoebe to use. "Go into the kitchen, I'll be back." Phoebe nodded and began removing her snow boots. I walked away from her and upstairs to my room. Walking into the room and closing the door I came to find Felix sitting on my bed staring at me. "Felix maybe you can help me." I signed to the cat; he blinked and remained on the bed. Sighing silently I removed my trench coat and began changing into something else. When I was down I was wearing a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck. Turning to the mirror on my dresser I removed my back wig and took my hair down and began unbraiding it. After brushing it I looked my self over in the mirror and found my old self, blonde hair and blue eyes.
Making my way down stairs and into the kitchen I found Phoebe sitting at the table. She looked up, her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. "Helga?!"
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I had walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table waiting for Helga. She seemed to taking a little longer then I thought. Looking up I saw Helga. My mouth fell open from my shock. She was wearing still a black top but no longer black pants, but what caught me off guard was he hair. It was the yellow blonde that I remember from years ago, only now it ended a little past her waist. "Helga?!" I practically screamed, she stood there and nodded. Not phased by my reaction at all. She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, staring at me expectantly. "Helga is that really you?" I said after picking my mouth up off the tabletop. She nodded. "Yeah, Phoebe, it's me." She signed. I was now glad that I learned signed language a few years ago. "Helga, why did you leave?" There, I had said it, the question that had been plaguing my mind since I laid my eyes on my old friend. Her hands came up into view and stayed there for moment, then moved. "For the same reason I can't talk." She signed; the expression on her face was calm, almost.
"But why did you leave?" I said yet again. She hesitated again before "talking". "The summer that I left, I had gotten into an accident. I had lost my ability to talk; the other part of the reason was because of Big Bob. They divorced." She stopped signing and seemed to wait for my reaction. I almost couldn't believe it her parents had divorced. I wouldn't have expected that, not with what I knew about Helga's mother. I was about to ask her what the accident was when the doorbell rang. Helga stood up and walked out of the kitchen. I soon heard some woman's voice come from where Helga went.
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I got out of the van just as Ellen rang the doorbell. For a moment things were silent until the door opened to reveal a blonde haired girl. Looking at her closely I found her to be Helga. I saw Helga smile; Ellen stepped up and gave Helga a hug. "Well now Helga, I told you I would come. But I had to get the help of this guy here to find your house. Helga looked past Ellen and her gaze landed on me. Her face contorted to a glare. Ellen turned to me and then back to Helga, I saw Helga's hands move. "Hey Arnold, Helga says, "Leave football head." I thank you for your help, but I do say that it would be in your best interest to leave." For a moment I didn't know what to say, looking to Helga I still saw that glare. Ellen's face said to leave, nodding slightly I turned and began walking away.
Well people, there is chapter 4. Finally got off my fat ass and wrote it. Hope you all liked it ^_^. Please review. Oh, and I do not own The Pet Shop Boys, nor their songs "It's a Sin" or West End Girls. And I do not own The Doors and their song "The End". Until chapter five peoples.
~ YoYo (formerly known as Vega, I'll explain at another time.)
Now about chapter three...I'm sorry for not updating for over two months. I drift away from my fics sometimes. As for this chapter.... lets see how it goes.
Chapter 4: Ellen
It was nearly the end of class, I was reading a book I had heard about called "Clan of the Cave Bear". From what I had read, a young girl loses her family in an earthquake and soon is found by a group of people who class themselves Clan of the Cave Bear. As I was reading further into the book someone passed by my desk, glancing up I saw the retreating back of Helga. Looking to my desk I saw a note. Stetting the book down I reached out and plucked the note where it sat on the hard desk. Opening it I saw the familiar handwriting in purple ink.
Phoebe, meet me after school by the office.
Helga
Looking up I saw Helga coming back from the pencil sharpener, our eyes met for a brief moment. She adverted her eyes and continued to her seat in the back of the room.
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Looking down at my paper I noticed I had written only maybe two sentences. Mentally banging my head against a wall I looked to the window that was up near the ceiling of the classroom. 'Why in the heck did they put window in if no one could see out of them very well?' Just as I was about I place my pen to paper the bell rang. The sound of notebooks being closed, zippers, and sighs of relief came to my ears. The school day had finally ended. Closing my notebook and placing it civilly inside my backpack I stood up, shrugging into my trench coat and placed my bag over one shoulder. Making my way out of the classroom and down the now nearly deserted hallways. It was now that the thought of talking to Phoebe came to front of my mind. Just what was I going to say to her. Shaking my head I continued walking.
As I got closer to the office I saw Phoebe standing there waiting, staring out into the parking lot that sat in front of the office. I stopped and looked her over and noticed how much she had changed over the years. She had grown some, but was still shorter then me, maybe only a little over five feet tall. She had grown her hair out to her shoulders and wore glasses there weren't as huge as they were when she was younger. It was then that I noticed how her taste in clothing had changed as well. She wore clothing that said she was an "In" person yet; the clothes made her look like someone you would think was an old friend. Shaking my head again I resumed walking toward her. Stopping behind her I tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped slightly before turning around and faced me. "Helga, you scared me." "Sorry." I signed, she seemed somewhat surprised at my action but soon nodded. Without a word we began walking toward my house.
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".everything I've ever done, everything I ever do, it's a sin." Blared from a stereo in an old van. The driver, singing along slightly while watching the somewhat icy road as she drove down the street. "Great, she comes to this cold place and then I can't remember where she lives." The young woman grumbled. Turning down a street she came to find a site that drew her eyes to it. On one side of the street a seemingly vacant lot sat, though it looked like a well-kept baseball field. Pulling up to the curb in front of the lot she looked out the window to find a group teenagers that seemed familiar, though only by what someone had told her. Putting her round rimmed, black sunglasses on she turned the ignition and van went silent. Looking out the window she saw that she had gotten the attention of the group. Opening the door she stepped out and let the group get a look at her.
What the group of teenagers saw was a very tall woman, her brown hair pulled back from her face, black round rimmed sunglasses, knee high black boots, black pants, a black shirt and to finish the look off, a full length black trench coat. The woman smiled at the group and began walking toward them.
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When a brown van pulled up to the curb in front of Gerald Field I had a feeling that who ever was in the van was going to be trouble. A woman decked out entirely in black came out. I was very surprised by that, though it was her height that added to it. She was tall, she had to have been six feet tall or more. She smiled at us and began walking over to the assembled group. It was when she was walking that I saw how long her hair was, it was pulled back into a ponytail and ended around where her thighs would be. But because of her clothes I wasn't sure. She stopped a few feet from where I stood and looked the group over. She smiled again and spoke directly to me. "You must be Arnold." I gaped at her. I don't even know who this person was yet she knew my name. "I take from your expression that you are indeed Arnold." I nodded. Held out her hand, slowly I took. Looking down I found her hand to be larger then mine, but slimmer. She shook my hand a let go. "I've wanted to meet you since my dear friend told me about you. Now could you possibly help me? I'm looking for Helga." Again she shocked me, how in the world did this woman know Helga. "Why do you want to know?" I got out once I found my voice. She sighed and spoke. "I told her I was coming here, but I've forgotten her address.and also I'm not used to this city. But I happened to remember what she told me about "The Gang" and that you would most likely be here. Now can you help me or not?" She sounded irritated by my questioning; it was then that I noticed her accent. It sounded a bit Asian or something like that.
"Yeah, I can help you. She lives about-" "Wait, you're going to have to show me. I was never good at taking directions like that." She said with a somewhat lopsided grin. "Okay, then." I said, not sure what I was getting into. She smiled, weird. I was beginning to like that smile. "Well come on, hope into the van and show me. Oh, and hope you don't mind my taste in music." With that she turned and began walking back to her van. Looking to the gang I shrugged. "I'll be back. I think." With that I walked toward the van and went around to the passenger side. Opening the door I was assaulted with the lyrics,
"Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand pointing to your head, you think you're mad, to unstable, kicking in chairs and knocking down table in a restaurant, in a Western town." It was then that the music stopped, I then noticed I had been standing there gaping somewhat at the woman. She sat in the drivers' side looking at me with amused eyes. I got in slowly, the color of the woman's eyes flitting across my mind. They were a blue-gray-green color, almost like an ocean. "I see that you don't care to much for The Pet Shop Boys." She said as she buckled her seat belt and started up the van. As I buckled my seat belt she began driving.
"I've never heard of them." I said as I pointed which way for her to turn. She laughed a bit and reached her right hand to the stereo and pressed play. This time the music was different, haunting and strange. It gave me the image of the desert for some reason. Sometime later we pulled up to the curb in front of Helga's house. The woman pressed stop and the song stopped. I was somewhat shaken at what she listened to. The song she had told me was called "The End" by a group called The Doors. It was then that I noticed that still didn't know this woman's name. "Thanks for the help, by the way, my name's Ellen." She smiled and unbuckled her seat belt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Phoebe and I came into the house I took my shoes off and put on the black slippers. Pointing to another pair for Phoebe to use. "Go into the kitchen, I'll be back." Phoebe nodded and began removing her snow boots. I walked away from her and upstairs to my room. Walking into the room and closing the door I came to find Felix sitting on my bed staring at me. "Felix maybe you can help me." I signed to the cat; he blinked and remained on the bed. Sighing silently I removed my trench coat and began changing into something else. When I was down I was wearing a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck. Turning to the mirror on my dresser I removed my back wig and took my hair down and began unbraiding it. After brushing it I looked my self over in the mirror and found my old self, blonde hair and blue eyes.
Making my way down stairs and into the kitchen I found Phoebe sitting at the table. She looked up, her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. "Helga?!"
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I had walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table waiting for Helga. She seemed to taking a little longer then I thought. Looking up I saw Helga. My mouth fell open from my shock. She was wearing still a black top but no longer black pants, but what caught me off guard was he hair. It was the yellow blonde that I remember from years ago, only now it ended a little past her waist. "Helga?!" I practically screamed, she stood there and nodded. Not phased by my reaction at all. She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, staring at me expectantly. "Helga is that really you?" I said after picking my mouth up off the tabletop. She nodded. "Yeah, Phoebe, it's me." She signed. I was now glad that I learned signed language a few years ago. "Helga, why did you leave?" There, I had said it, the question that had been plaguing my mind since I laid my eyes on my old friend. Her hands came up into view and stayed there for moment, then moved. "For the same reason I can't talk." She signed; the expression on her face was calm, almost.
"But why did you leave?" I said yet again. She hesitated again before "talking". "The summer that I left, I had gotten into an accident. I had lost my ability to talk; the other part of the reason was because of Big Bob. They divorced." She stopped signing and seemed to wait for my reaction. I almost couldn't believe it her parents had divorced. I wouldn't have expected that, not with what I knew about Helga's mother. I was about to ask her what the accident was when the doorbell rang. Helga stood up and walked out of the kitchen. I soon heard some woman's voice come from where Helga went.
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I got out of the van just as Ellen rang the doorbell. For a moment things were silent until the door opened to reveal a blonde haired girl. Looking at her closely I found her to be Helga. I saw Helga smile; Ellen stepped up and gave Helga a hug. "Well now Helga, I told you I would come. But I had to get the help of this guy here to find your house. Helga looked past Ellen and her gaze landed on me. Her face contorted to a glare. Ellen turned to me and then back to Helga, I saw Helga's hands move. "Hey Arnold, Helga says, "Leave football head." I thank you for your help, but I do say that it would be in your best interest to leave." For a moment I didn't know what to say, looking to Helga I still saw that glare. Ellen's face said to leave, nodding slightly I turned and began walking away.
Well people, there is chapter 4. Finally got off my fat ass and wrote it. Hope you all liked it ^_^. Please review. Oh, and I do not own The Pet Shop Boys, nor their songs "It's a Sin" or West End Girls. And I do not own The Doors and their song "The End". Until chapter five peoples.
~ YoYo (formerly known as Vega, I'll explain at another time.)