there's a preview of more to come at the bottom so be sure to read!
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The ride to Ms. Tirran's office was a quiet and uncomfortable one. Helga sat with her arms folded and her lips drawn in a tight line. Julie turned the radio on to a station to cover the awkward silence and said,
"I love this song!"
Unfortunately for our main girl, Julie was the kind of person who sang along to these types of songs, and she sang off key.
"Rat ta ta ta ta rat ta ta ta ta ta"
Helga looked up and to be contrary she said,
"Don't you think that this song isn't appropriate for a kid like me?"
Julie blushed and turned the radio off, trying to seem professional but failing entirely.
Helga and Julie rode the rest of the way in undisturbed silence, Julie sometimes looking at Helga edgily. She was angry at herself, none of the other children she had removed had affected her this way. It had seemed that today nothing she had said or done had gone right. Now she was feelig threatened by a nine year old girl! She must've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.
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The Saab came to a stop in front of an office building and the two walked to the front doors. Helga took in her surroundings. It was a rather seedy office for a government run place. Julie directed Helga up the elevator and to a small cubicle that was decorated tackily. Cheesy bright yellow mardi gras beads were strung around the top and stickers and stenciled animals covered all of the visibler folders. Her computer was a mess of beanie babies and Helga personally thought that it was a Lisa Frank nightmare.
"Wow, and I thought you were bad, this is like a Lisa Frank nightmare."
Julie frowned and said perkily,
"Well I've always been a girly girl at heart!"
Helga replied,
"So you chose to make a living of ripping children away from their parents? Yeah, a real girly girl!"
Julie froze before changing the subject,
"Well I have some bad news and some good news, the bad news is that your foster family had a problem with their electricity and aren't able to pick you up tonight, but the good news is that you're going to spend the night with me!"
Helga had bravely fought her tears off during the whole ride there and during her goodbyes but now she had realized that there was no going back and that she really was going to be put into foster care.
After Julie's statement she burst into tears and cried miserably. Julie immediately tried to make it better by rubbing Helga's back, btu Helga ripped herself from her hands.
"Don't touch me!"
Julie was at her wits ends at what to do, but Helga asked,
"Where's the bathroom?"
Julie pointed down the hallway and Helga made her way there. Julie understood plenty of things about kids. She had taken tons of child develoment courses and even had studied a course designed about abused children during college. She understood the basic needs of all children and what they can or can't have, but she did not understand Helga G. Pataki.
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Short chappy, I know, but I'm in the middle of class and snuck away to a computer!
If I get caught I'll say I did it for the fans! ;-)
Who I'm about to thank:
King Cheetah: I really love all the nice reviews! Thanks so much, I'll only update if you promise to update your fics! ;-) p.s. I love Cloudburst! you really got the characters down!
apie: thank you for your reviews too! you're too nice! in bed? it has more appeal than i thought! ;-)
~*Crystal Lily*~: thank you too for the reviews, i really appreciate them!
PREVIEW of Next Chapter: Bob walked up the staircase and paused beside Helga's room. The house was so quiet without her. He opened the door and realized that he knew too little about his youngest daughter. Looking toward her bed, he noticed his wife Miriam was curled up on the pink sheets, one of Helga's teddy bears in her arms. He smiled sadly, and pulled one of the blankets over her. He sat down softly on the side of the bed and looked around. The room was just a shell now, hollow and empty. The cheerful pink seemed mournful now, and Bob put his head in his hands. He opened his eyes slowly and noticed the corner of a cardboard box. Slightly curious he pulled it out and saw a notebook, a journal to be precise. It was obviously one of many because it was labeled, 'Journal 7' in curly script. Bob looked around as though he was doing something wrong. He held it in his hands and decided that if he wanted his daughter back, he needed to know more about her, and this was the only way he knew.
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The ride to Ms. Tirran's office was a quiet and uncomfortable one. Helga sat with her arms folded and her lips drawn in a tight line. Julie turned the radio on to a station to cover the awkward silence and said,
"I love this song!"
Unfortunately for our main girl, Julie was the kind of person who sang along to these types of songs, and she sang off key.
"Rat ta ta ta ta rat ta ta ta ta ta"
Helga looked up and to be contrary she said,
"Don't you think that this song isn't appropriate for a kid like me?"
Julie blushed and turned the radio off, trying to seem professional but failing entirely.
Helga and Julie rode the rest of the way in undisturbed silence, Julie sometimes looking at Helga edgily. She was angry at herself, none of the other children she had removed had affected her this way. It had seemed that today nothing she had said or done had gone right. Now she was feelig threatened by a nine year old girl! She must've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.
-_-_-_-
The Saab came to a stop in front of an office building and the two walked to the front doors. Helga took in her surroundings. It was a rather seedy office for a government run place. Julie directed Helga up the elevator and to a small cubicle that was decorated tackily. Cheesy bright yellow mardi gras beads were strung around the top and stickers and stenciled animals covered all of the visibler folders. Her computer was a mess of beanie babies and Helga personally thought that it was a Lisa Frank nightmare.
"Wow, and I thought you were bad, this is like a Lisa Frank nightmare."
Julie frowned and said perkily,
"Well I've always been a girly girl at heart!"
Helga replied,
"So you chose to make a living of ripping children away from their parents? Yeah, a real girly girl!"
Julie froze before changing the subject,
"Well I have some bad news and some good news, the bad news is that your foster family had a problem with their electricity and aren't able to pick you up tonight, but the good news is that you're going to spend the night with me!"
Helga had bravely fought her tears off during the whole ride there and during her goodbyes but now she had realized that there was no going back and that she really was going to be put into foster care.
After Julie's statement she burst into tears and cried miserably. Julie immediately tried to make it better by rubbing Helga's back, btu Helga ripped herself from her hands.
"Don't touch me!"
Julie was at her wits ends at what to do, but Helga asked,
"Where's the bathroom?"
Julie pointed down the hallway and Helga made her way there. Julie understood plenty of things about kids. She had taken tons of child develoment courses and even had studied a course designed about abused children during college. She understood the basic needs of all children and what they can or can't have, but she did not understand Helga G. Pataki.
-_-_-_-
Short chappy, I know, but I'm in the middle of class and snuck away to a computer!
If I get caught I'll say I did it for the fans! ;-)
Who I'm about to thank:
King Cheetah: I really love all the nice reviews! Thanks so much, I'll only update if you promise to update your fics! ;-) p.s. I love Cloudburst! you really got the characters down!
apie: thank you for your reviews too! you're too nice! in bed? it has more appeal than i thought! ;-)
~*Crystal Lily*~: thank you too for the reviews, i really appreciate them!
PREVIEW of Next Chapter: Bob walked up the staircase and paused beside Helga's room. The house was so quiet without her. He opened the door and realized that he knew too little about his youngest daughter. Looking toward her bed, he noticed his wife Miriam was curled up on the pink sheets, one of Helga's teddy bears in her arms. He smiled sadly, and pulled one of the blankets over her. He sat down softly on the side of the bed and looked around. The room was just a shell now, hollow and empty. The cheerful pink seemed mournful now, and Bob put his head in his hands. He opened his eyes slowly and noticed the corner of a cardboard box. Slightly curious he pulled it out and saw a notebook, a journal to be precise. It was obviously one of many because it was labeled, 'Journal 7' in curly script. Bob looked around as though he was doing something wrong. He held it in his hands and decided that if he wanted his daughter back, he needed to know more about her, and this was the only way he knew.
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