Hey, whoa, I haven't replied for so long its not even funny lol. Anyways,
I've got some new ideas. Here's chapter 3
Chapter 3
Helga awoke a few hours later. Her journal still lying beside her. She opened up to a clean page and began to write.
"Oh hell, what will tomorrow bring? I don't know how I'm supposed to tell everyone about my so-called "new friend". What fun. This is going to be an interesting night"
Helga closed the book and went downstairs.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!??" Big Bob yelled at Miriam. "You COOKED MY SHOE! What is wrong with you!?"
Miriam just paid attention to the corn that was on the stove.
"URGH! Those were my best shoes, Miriam!"
"Daddy, don't be mad. I'm sure Mummy didn't mean to do it. Here, would you like me to play something for you?" Olga reasoned with Big Bob.
"Fine," Big Bob sat down in the recliner in the living room as his eldest daughter took a seat in front of the piano and began to play a beautiful melody.
Helga walked into the kitchen and grabbed a yahoo from the shelf.
Once dinner was ready, everyone sat down at the table. The burnt shoe, still on a plate in the kitchen. Still sizzling. On the dining room table, corn, potatoes and fish sticks.
"Pass the corn, Olga," Big Bob directed toward Helga.
Helga and Olga looked at him. Big Bob realized he wasn't getting his request promptly.
"Someone please pass the corn NOW PLEASE?"
Olga picked up the corn and set it down in front of her father.
"So how was your day, baby sister?"
"Nothing really much. Hey, Miriam, if you don't have to cook any more footwear, could ya stop by the drug store and pick me up a package of pads?"
In unison, Olga, Big Bob and Miriam spit out whatever was in their mouths.
Olga spat her water all over her potatoes and fish sticks. Big Bob just dropped his spoonful of corn onto his lap. Miriam dropped her smoothie onto the floor and the glass shattered.
"What?" Big Bob said.
Quickly recovering, Miriam said, "Sure, I'll get you some."
"Ooooh! My widdle baby sister is growing up!" Olga got up from her chair and went over to Helga and gave her a hug.
Helga was gasping for breath as she said, "Hey, lay off. I kinda don't wanna choke on whatever crap this is I'm eating."
Olga released her sister and went and sat back down.
"What do you need pads for?" Big Bob asked ignorantly.
Helga curled her upper lip and imitated an idiot "Ya know, I don't know. I think we're out of toilet paper."
Helga scowled and got up from the table and went upstairs.
It was later that night, about 8 when Helga walked into the bathroom, adjoined to her room. Looking in the mirror, she wasn't exactly what you'd consider pretty. Sure, she'd gotten better over the years. She'd lost the pigtails but she still had a thick unibrow, and the only makeup she ever wore was a combination lip balm/gloss solution. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail against her back. She looked completely average. Nothing really special about her.
Helga turned the light out and went back into her room. She sat on the bed and stared off into space. Suddenly, she was struck with an idea of something to take the damper off her mood. She picked up the phone and dialed Pheobe's number.
"Hey Pheebs," Helga greeted her best friend. "What's up?"
"Oh. Nothing, Helga. You?"
"Same. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night. I was thinking of having a big sleepover."
"Sounds fun. Who else is coming?"
"I dunno. I think I'll invite Rhonda and Nadine. Maybe Sheena and Anna."
"Cool. Do you want me to call some of them?"
"Sure, gotta go. Bye." Helga hung up.
Was this sleepover a good idea? Whats going to happen? R&R
Chapter 3
Helga awoke a few hours later. Her journal still lying beside her. She opened up to a clean page and began to write.
"Oh hell, what will tomorrow bring? I don't know how I'm supposed to tell everyone about my so-called "new friend". What fun. This is going to be an interesting night"
Helga closed the book and went downstairs.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!??" Big Bob yelled at Miriam. "You COOKED MY SHOE! What is wrong with you!?"
Miriam just paid attention to the corn that was on the stove.
"URGH! Those were my best shoes, Miriam!"
"Daddy, don't be mad. I'm sure Mummy didn't mean to do it. Here, would you like me to play something for you?" Olga reasoned with Big Bob.
"Fine," Big Bob sat down in the recliner in the living room as his eldest daughter took a seat in front of the piano and began to play a beautiful melody.
Helga walked into the kitchen and grabbed a yahoo from the shelf.
Once dinner was ready, everyone sat down at the table. The burnt shoe, still on a plate in the kitchen. Still sizzling. On the dining room table, corn, potatoes and fish sticks.
"Pass the corn, Olga," Big Bob directed toward Helga.
Helga and Olga looked at him. Big Bob realized he wasn't getting his request promptly.
"Someone please pass the corn NOW PLEASE?"
Olga picked up the corn and set it down in front of her father.
"So how was your day, baby sister?"
"Nothing really much. Hey, Miriam, if you don't have to cook any more footwear, could ya stop by the drug store and pick me up a package of pads?"
In unison, Olga, Big Bob and Miriam spit out whatever was in their mouths.
Olga spat her water all over her potatoes and fish sticks. Big Bob just dropped his spoonful of corn onto his lap. Miriam dropped her smoothie onto the floor and the glass shattered.
"What?" Big Bob said.
Quickly recovering, Miriam said, "Sure, I'll get you some."
"Ooooh! My widdle baby sister is growing up!" Olga got up from her chair and went over to Helga and gave her a hug.
Helga was gasping for breath as she said, "Hey, lay off. I kinda don't wanna choke on whatever crap this is I'm eating."
Olga released her sister and went and sat back down.
"What do you need pads for?" Big Bob asked ignorantly.
Helga curled her upper lip and imitated an idiot "Ya know, I don't know. I think we're out of toilet paper."
Helga scowled and got up from the table and went upstairs.
It was later that night, about 8 when Helga walked into the bathroom, adjoined to her room. Looking in the mirror, she wasn't exactly what you'd consider pretty. Sure, she'd gotten better over the years. She'd lost the pigtails but she still had a thick unibrow, and the only makeup she ever wore was a combination lip balm/gloss solution. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail against her back. She looked completely average. Nothing really special about her.
Helga turned the light out and went back into her room. She sat on the bed and stared off into space. Suddenly, she was struck with an idea of something to take the damper off her mood. She picked up the phone and dialed Pheobe's number.
"Hey Pheebs," Helga greeted her best friend. "What's up?"
"Oh. Nothing, Helga. You?"
"Same. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night. I was thinking of having a big sleepover."
"Sounds fun. Who else is coming?"
"I dunno. I think I'll invite Rhonda and Nadine. Maybe Sheena and Anna."
"Cool. Do you want me to call some of them?"
"Sure, gotta go. Bye." Helga hung up.
Was this sleepover a good idea? Whats going to happen? R&R