The Voices Within

Helga, who was now, have a dull look on her face, half of her eyelids were down, and her body were like a big black stick that have legs and arms. It was five more steps to reach her class and ten steps away from the Girl Bathroom. She walked carelessly passed the classroom and into the Girl Bathroom, knowing she's going to be late for class. She probably is going to use her 'new student' excuse. Helga looked at herself in the mirror and began to realized the girl she was and the girl she is…

Nothing has change. Her bushy eye browns, her round nose, un-sensitive lips, a bow of her head, the beautiful blond hair sticking out, yet seemed a little bit different now. Sure, the face, the body, the shape, and the size hadn't change much, but instead of a curly pink bowtie, it was a black bow instead; the short white and pink dress replaced with the a black shirt label, 'Get out of my Way' and black jean.

Who has Helga became? How? What on earth happened to the tough, dramatic, yet a coward of expressing her feelings, and deeply a nice girl within her has turned into? Sometimes, whenever Helga looked into herself, the same questions popped into her head rapidly, and yet left unanswered again and again…

Perhaps, was it the time spent alone in another new world then? Or maybe people were despite her because of her un-stand-able attitude? All the voices in her head her head kept on chipping like those chicks yipping their mother for the delicious worms for lunch.

Finally, Helga moved her fists strongly on the sink and said to herself.

"I give up! What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I be the old Helga I used to be? I fought so hard to be back at this place again…" Helga cried.

The bell rang.

"Perhaps it was because everyone hates you," a distinctive voice said, laughing Helga's old laugh.

"No, I think it was stress that caused by moving to a new place every year, and why people laughed at her in her new school at what she was wearing; bullies tried to take her lunch money, and …" another voice said surely.

"And get hating every place she went!", the first voice said, laughing again. Helga laughed. It was ridiculous. She doesn't care if people hate her, at least she still have Phoebe… No… Now Helga doesn't have anyone when she moved. No friend at all. Neither now.

"It's all because of Arnold; she missed him so much. Her grief has turned her into this…" another voice said, really sure this time.

"Still in love with that blonde football-head, eh?" the vicious voice interrupted again, and then busted out laugher. "That stupid football-head tried to talk to you, but you walked away. What are you, stupid? HAHA, Helga, you're such an idiotic coward! I despite you…"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Helga yelled punching the wall. "Damn it! I hate Bob! I hate Merriam! I hate my sister! I hate this world! Go ahead and despite me all you want… Nobody ever care for me… or at least consider my feelings."

Helga splashed water in her face, panting, and then walked out the door, going to class before the teacher caught her ditching in the bathroom. After Helga left, a bathroom door creaked.

"I don't hate you, Helga," Phoebe whispered sadly to herself and ran to class. That was the first time Phoebe was late… listening to Helga's voices.

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Helga's flashback: The end of 4th grade.

" Come on, Helga!" Bob yelled. " We're moving to your sister's place."

" What?!? Why?" Helga shocked.

" Oh, because I just get this job in California that's like total arrogant, so I asked Mom and Dad to live with me in California," Helga's sister, miss-perfect, said.

Helga's sister asked Mom and Dad to move to California… but she hasn't asked Helga. Nobody cared if Helga wants to go or not.

" What?!? But you haven't ask if I want to go or not!" Helga yelled. Her face was so red as if it was a volcano ready to explode.

" Oh, Helga, want to move to California with the family?" Bob said carelessly as he hurried packing. Before Helga opened her mouth to answer, Bob yelled out. " Alright! Done packing! Helga, get in the car."

" But… what about my stuff?" Helga asked in confusion and madness.

" Who cares, you'll get new stuff later," Bob said as he throw packages in the car and jumped in the driver seat as everyone else.

Helga's everything was left behind; her shrine of Arnold in the closet, her diary, and her football-head drawings... all she has left is the locket with Arnold picture, the one and only item she ever treasured.

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First day of new school…

"Is that the new girl," someone said. " Look at her hair, look like a weirdo…"

That was the impression of her to everyone in the school: weirdo.

Ever since, she's an outcast.

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End Chap. 2.
First day of new school is the begining of Chap. 3.