Wow. Those were some pretty nice reviews guys (they liked me! They actually
liked me! (giggling hysterically)). Anyways, here's chapter 3. And the
whole thing is Helga's point of view. She's in the train (I've never sat in
a train so people, please bear with me :)).
The old man on the seat across from Helga let out a slight snore from under his huge mexican hat, causing her to look up from the book she was reading. Or re-reading. She had already finished the book during the train ride to Hillwood City. With a sigh, she put the book back in her old bag she had brought all her clothes in, straightened up and looked out the window. Pushing back a strand of golden hair behind her ear, her mind wandered back to when she was about to leave.
Flashback. "Aunt Nancy WHAT?" a 10 year old Helga cried, dropping the little pink book she was furiously writing in on the carpet below. "You heard me little lady. Your aunt Nancy wants you to stay with her in Vermont. She doesn't think Miriam is able to handle a kid like you since she dri- uh- gets tired a lot and dozes off, and you're being quite a handful yourself," Bob said, standing at her doorway. No wonder she dozes off, Helga thought. Did Bob actually think Helga didn't know about the whiskey Miriam would add to the smoothies? Pssh. Just another one of his pretended "father-daughter caring" thing. "Look Dad, I can't go. My friends are here,". Well, Phoebe anyway. "And...", she trailed off, not being able to think of any other good reason to stay. Except the boy of her dreams... Arnold. Of course, she couldn't tell that to Dad. She liked Aunt Nancy. At least she took better care of Helga than her parents combined. "You and Phoebe can write to each other, now start packing, we take you to the train station tomorrow," Bob said, and walked out, shutting the door hard behind him. "But what about Arnold...?" she whispered, letting a drop of tear make it's way down her cheek. End of flashback.
My dear, sweet Arnold, Helga thought, memorizing his cornflower hair, his football shaped head, his sweet thoughtfulness. Oh she could go on and on. But how would he look now? She knew he was at Ps 118 along with all their elemantary friends. She'd know all that through Phoebe's letters and emails. But she dared not ask Phoebe if Arnold was still with LILA. She'd rather see for herself, than have Phoebe tell her. She didn't know why but for some reason, she still hoped that Arnold would have missed her, that he might have been obsessed with her ever since she left. Helga old girl, that's just crazy wishful thinknig, she smiled wistfully. He probably did have a girlfriend and she would be none other than LILA. She sighed again. She wondered what Arnold would think of her when he saw her. She did go through a lot of changes in physical appearance. And then there was all that blossoming Mother Nature blessed upon her during puberty. One thing she'll never forget was how her friend, Bethel, in Vermont, got her to get her signature unibrow professionally tweezed at the salon. She smiled fondly at the memory.
Flashback. "Oh Bethel, you're killing me!" a 13 year old Helga roared with laughter. She had just come back from the salon where her aunt had finally talked her into getting a hair-cut. The two stiff pig-tails she wore to school everyday got lots of snickers and teases by her classmates, especially the guys. So she finally agreed to it, thinking it wouldn't look much different than before. Helga got her hair trimmed and kept long bangs framing the sides of her face. Wow. That was a surprise. If it weren't for the unibrow, Helga wouldn't have even recognized the attractive young teen staring back at her in the mirror. When she finally went home, and then later, after lunch, to her friend Bethel's place, Bethel was shocked. And then, she suggested something Helga would never have done. "Helga, I swear, If you'd just separate those brows, you'd be the hottest girl in class. Trust me," Bethel said, already imagining Helga's face with two separate, thin brows. Helga scoffed. "Hah! Like THAT'S ever gonna happen. No way sister. This girl would rather stay with the brow than look all sissy and pretty," she said the word 'pretty' like it was a disease. "Besides," she continued. "I would NEVER pluck out my hair. That thing hurts! How can those stupid girls do it anyway?" (no offense to all the girls plucking their brows, i do it too. But this is Helga we're talking about :) ) "Ohhhhhh. So Helga's afraid of a little pain? Looks like you're secretly a sissy after all," Bethel said smugly, raising her eyes to look at Helga's reaction. This would get her good, she knew. And it did. Without saying anything, she grabbed Bethel by the arm, and next thing she knew, they were on their way to the salon. All the way, Helga grumbeled something about showing Bethel who the REAL sissy was, and that pain was nothing. She'd get rid of the caterpiller eyebrow for good. End of flashback.
Helga chuckled. After she had looked at herself in the mirror, she was REALLY surprised. She had decided to keep her new look. Now Helga, 16, at 5'5, With long golden blonde hair, which caressed the counters of her curvy back, light brown eyes, and fair skin, was every guys dream, and every girl's nightmare. She was a little on the skinny side, even though she ate like a pig (don't you just hate those girls? it's just not fair, lol), but oh well, it doesn't matter. The only guy she wanted to impress was Arnold, and she knew he was probably taken. She sighed again. The train slowed to a stop. "Hillwood City! All out and watch your step!" the ticket person yelled (I told you I've never been on a train). We're here! Helga thought excitedly. She stepped off the train and drew in the gentle, cool breeze that welcomed her. I'm home... she thought to herself, feeling a wave of emotion pass through her. Mother Nature also threw in some mushy feelings inside Helga at 12. "Where's Bob and Miriam?" Helga wondered out loud. Not a sign of them. Olga wasn't there either. Good. The first person Helga wanted to see didn't include her annoying older sister. Well, Helga, did you actually expect your folks to be on time? Bob doesn't even remember you, no doubt. She rolled her eyes. Walking toward the little refreshment bar next to the station, Helga decided she needed a little caffiene and sugar to boost up her energy. She ordered a large Coke, and sat at one of the tables. She could feel the eyes of the young male attendant behind the bar follow her to her table, but she didn't care. She had long given up on stares. After a while, Helga looked at the clock on the wall behind her. Five minutes to ten! Criminey, where were her parents? Didn't they know what time to pick her up?! That does it. Helga scooped up her old duffel bag, and walked out of the little bar. Bob is going to get a piece of my mind when I get home, she thought, seethed.
Ok, that's chapter 3. Next chapter, Helga bumps into Phoebe and the gang, and that's when Arnold can't keep his eyes off Helga. Remember, R & R!
The old man on the seat across from Helga let out a slight snore from under his huge mexican hat, causing her to look up from the book she was reading. Or re-reading. She had already finished the book during the train ride to Hillwood City. With a sigh, she put the book back in her old bag she had brought all her clothes in, straightened up and looked out the window. Pushing back a strand of golden hair behind her ear, her mind wandered back to when she was about to leave.
Flashback. "Aunt Nancy WHAT?" a 10 year old Helga cried, dropping the little pink book she was furiously writing in on the carpet below. "You heard me little lady. Your aunt Nancy wants you to stay with her in Vermont. She doesn't think Miriam is able to handle a kid like you since she dri- uh- gets tired a lot and dozes off, and you're being quite a handful yourself," Bob said, standing at her doorway. No wonder she dozes off, Helga thought. Did Bob actually think Helga didn't know about the whiskey Miriam would add to the smoothies? Pssh. Just another one of his pretended "father-daughter caring" thing. "Look Dad, I can't go. My friends are here,". Well, Phoebe anyway. "And...", she trailed off, not being able to think of any other good reason to stay. Except the boy of her dreams... Arnold. Of course, she couldn't tell that to Dad. She liked Aunt Nancy. At least she took better care of Helga than her parents combined. "You and Phoebe can write to each other, now start packing, we take you to the train station tomorrow," Bob said, and walked out, shutting the door hard behind him. "But what about Arnold...?" she whispered, letting a drop of tear make it's way down her cheek. End of flashback.
My dear, sweet Arnold, Helga thought, memorizing his cornflower hair, his football shaped head, his sweet thoughtfulness. Oh she could go on and on. But how would he look now? She knew he was at Ps 118 along with all their elemantary friends. She'd know all that through Phoebe's letters and emails. But she dared not ask Phoebe if Arnold was still with LILA. She'd rather see for herself, than have Phoebe tell her. She didn't know why but for some reason, she still hoped that Arnold would have missed her, that he might have been obsessed with her ever since she left. Helga old girl, that's just crazy wishful thinknig, she smiled wistfully. He probably did have a girlfriend and she would be none other than LILA. She sighed again. She wondered what Arnold would think of her when he saw her. She did go through a lot of changes in physical appearance. And then there was all that blossoming Mother Nature blessed upon her during puberty. One thing she'll never forget was how her friend, Bethel, in Vermont, got her to get her signature unibrow professionally tweezed at the salon. She smiled fondly at the memory.
Flashback. "Oh Bethel, you're killing me!" a 13 year old Helga roared with laughter. She had just come back from the salon where her aunt had finally talked her into getting a hair-cut. The two stiff pig-tails she wore to school everyday got lots of snickers and teases by her classmates, especially the guys. So she finally agreed to it, thinking it wouldn't look much different than before. Helga got her hair trimmed and kept long bangs framing the sides of her face. Wow. That was a surprise. If it weren't for the unibrow, Helga wouldn't have even recognized the attractive young teen staring back at her in the mirror. When she finally went home, and then later, after lunch, to her friend Bethel's place, Bethel was shocked. And then, she suggested something Helga would never have done. "Helga, I swear, If you'd just separate those brows, you'd be the hottest girl in class. Trust me," Bethel said, already imagining Helga's face with two separate, thin brows. Helga scoffed. "Hah! Like THAT'S ever gonna happen. No way sister. This girl would rather stay with the brow than look all sissy and pretty," she said the word 'pretty' like it was a disease. "Besides," she continued. "I would NEVER pluck out my hair. That thing hurts! How can those stupid girls do it anyway?" (no offense to all the girls plucking their brows, i do it too. But this is Helga we're talking about :) ) "Ohhhhhh. So Helga's afraid of a little pain? Looks like you're secretly a sissy after all," Bethel said smugly, raising her eyes to look at Helga's reaction. This would get her good, she knew. And it did. Without saying anything, she grabbed Bethel by the arm, and next thing she knew, they were on their way to the salon. All the way, Helga grumbeled something about showing Bethel who the REAL sissy was, and that pain was nothing. She'd get rid of the caterpiller eyebrow for good. End of flashback.
Helga chuckled. After she had looked at herself in the mirror, she was REALLY surprised. She had decided to keep her new look. Now Helga, 16, at 5'5, With long golden blonde hair, which caressed the counters of her curvy back, light brown eyes, and fair skin, was every guys dream, and every girl's nightmare. She was a little on the skinny side, even though she ate like a pig (don't you just hate those girls? it's just not fair, lol), but oh well, it doesn't matter. The only guy she wanted to impress was Arnold, and she knew he was probably taken. She sighed again. The train slowed to a stop. "Hillwood City! All out and watch your step!" the ticket person yelled (I told you I've never been on a train). We're here! Helga thought excitedly. She stepped off the train and drew in the gentle, cool breeze that welcomed her. I'm home... she thought to herself, feeling a wave of emotion pass through her. Mother Nature also threw in some mushy feelings inside Helga at 12. "Where's Bob and Miriam?" Helga wondered out loud. Not a sign of them. Olga wasn't there either. Good. The first person Helga wanted to see didn't include her annoying older sister. Well, Helga, did you actually expect your folks to be on time? Bob doesn't even remember you, no doubt. She rolled her eyes. Walking toward the little refreshment bar next to the station, Helga decided she needed a little caffiene and sugar to boost up her energy. She ordered a large Coke, and sat at one of the tables. She could feel the eyes of the young male attendant behind the bar follow her to her table, but she didn't care. She had long given up on stares. After a while, Helga looked at the clock on the wall behind her. Five minutes to ten! Criminey, where were her parents? Didn't they know what time to pick her up?! That does it. Helga scooped up her old duffel bag, and walked out of the little bar. Bob is going to get a piece of my mind when I get home, she thought, seethed.
Ok, that's chapter 3. Next chapter, Helga bumps into Phoebe and the gang, and that's when Arnold can't keep his eyes off Helga. Remember, R & R!