A/N: I'm finally back and very sorry that I did not update at all over the summer. I said I would update more often, but I didn't! I feel really bad, but I'm going to try and make it up! I was out like every day. I slept for most of the day and went outside for the afternoon! It was crazy, but now that school's back, so am I. Here's the long awaited third chapter!

"Wait, what about food?" Miriam asked while rummaging through her eccentric purple purse.

"Umm...No ideas..." I answered glumly.

"You want tacos?"

"Yea, but remember no beef!" Miriam walked out the door, with her head in her bag.

Hopefully, she heard me... I grasped the strap of my luggage bag and lugged it upstairs. Passing the bathroom and guest bedroom, I stared into my frightening fluffy, white-and-pink bedroom. Note to self: Get some black paint, A.S.A.P! There was no bed and no cabinets and no curtains and no... Nothing! I decided to leave my clothes in the bag. No point taking them out to put them on the dusty floor where an invisible dresser stood. I rushed back downstairs to watch some TV and at the same time keep my mind off tomorrow.

I walked into the living room, but there was definitely nothing living except for a bunch of tiny spiders in the corner living off who knows what. There was a small TV sitting in the corner with cobwebs hanging above. A couple of books and photo frames on the side. I looked at one of the books, called "Address Book". My curiosity led to me to open the dusty thing. On the first page read Helga's Address Book. I turned the next page read Arnold 555-3524, Arnie 555-7960. I jumped a little at the name. I remember Arnold telling me to keep the number, just in case he was at Arnie's house, and I needed to call him. I closed the book and placed it on the stack of books.

Now where is the remote? It can't be too hard to find in this empty house. I ventured into the trophy room after searching the living room. All the trophies had been taken away from the case. The only remains left was the actual case. I gave a small smile, knowing that this had be one of Bob's proudest possessions. Olga's trophies had led him to believe that his second daughter would do the same, but Helga knew better. As much as Bob called her "Olga" she wasn't actually like her and never would be.

As she left the room in search of the stupid remote, Miriam walked in with a bag with a Mexican aroma.

"What is up with this place?"

"Well this whole move was kind of quick, so I couldn't hire people earlier to fix the house up, but I promise by the end of this week, it will be quite the sight!"

"Umm…sure. How about we eat out on the stoop?" I asked eagerly. Miriam agreed without questions. At this point, the stoop seemed like a fancy dining room compared to the actual interior house.

Soon enough dinner was over. With a taste of spice still in my mouth, I went upstairs to bed…well actually to a sleeping bag.

Miriam had seemed upset when I passed on playing Blackjack with her, but I really do need the rest. Next to my comfy sleeping bag stood a picture of Phoebe, Arnold, Gerald, Sid, Stinky, Herald, Rhonda, and everyone when they were younger, of course. Everyone was so full of each other, who knows what's going on now? I wonder if they're all still friends or if growing changed them. It certainly changed me.

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I thought it was essential to separate Helga's thoughts before school starts. Please let me know what you think I your review.