Helga walked home. Her mind was full of thoughts she didn't want to decipher. She walked into her house. Her family didn't notice her. She walked up the stairs. She made no sound. She reached for the door knob of her room. Opened the door, and saw something that made her furious.
"OLGA! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!?!".
Olga looked up at her like a deer caught in headlights. Olga regained her posture, stood up, and towered over Helga. Helga wasn't about to back down just cause he sister was taller. Helga's felt a combination of anger and adrenaline flowing through her veins. She felt 12 feet tall. Olga had nothing on her. Olga noticed Helga's lack of fear so she backed down, but Helga stayed in her offensive pose. "Why are you going through my poetry and diaries!" fumed Helga. Olga had an evil smile on her face. An expression she had never seen on Olga. "Because they are an ample opportunity to make your life heck" replied Olga. "W-What?" asked Helga. She was shocked that Olga would say anything like that. "Don't you get it yet? 'Baby-sister'?", Olga talked in a voice like a villain, "HA! 'Baby-sister', I can't believe I called you that all these years, how disgusting". Helga was frozen. She tried to understand all this, but it wasn't getting through. "All these years I tried and tried and tried to get you down, but you always seemed to pop back up later" Olga said, like a bad guy in a comic book confessing, " I finally realized that it was that-that… how do you say it? That Foot-ball-headed geek that kept you going". Olga was pacing around Helga room now, and it was beginning to scare Helga. Olga was acting insane! "So I tried to set up him and Ruth McDougal, but you spoiled that, then I had those idiots pick Summer for casting, but that was ruined, I even helped Lila get transferred to P.S. 118, but you always seemed to ruin my plans".
Helga was in total shock. Olga was trying to make my life miserable! she thought, She really was out to get me! "Oh yeah, do you remember this?" asked Olga, with an odd twinkle in her eye. She was holding up Helga's locket. Helga took a sharp breath. "Where on earth did you find that?" asked Helga. "Are you blind? I stole it from you!" Olga said. "W-why? Why did you steal it?" asked Helga. She could feel fear and apprehension replacing the anger and adrenaline now. "Why! Why!? I'll tell you why" Olga was getting more out of control now,
"Ever since you were little, I've been reading your poems, your thoughts, if you will. And your writings were so incredible, so unbeatable, even when you were a little 5 year old girl". Helga wasn't sure where this was going. "I watched you, tried to figure out where you got the inspiration from, but I couldn't find it. I loved your poems; I wanted to write my own. But they were all awful. I thought about stealing some of yours for a college class, but you were completely locked up. Then you started playing guitar; something I could never do. And you were great at that, and as if you were adding to my torture, you could write brilliant songs also. That was the last straw! I said to myself 'If I can't have her poems and talent she won't be able to show them to anyone else'. So after you, Arnold and that boy with the tall hair saved the neighborhood I tried as hard as I could to bring you down. But you had already started the process. I wasn't sure why, but you started to become depressed, so I took advantage of it. I made sure you didn't go near Arnold, but latly you still found away to slip through my grasp." Olga was breathing hard now. This was too much for Helga to take.
"But Olga, you were the one with all the talent, mom and dad love you!" said Helga, trying to come up with something to contradict Olga. She had always said Olga was out to get her, but she never really believed it!
Olga laughed…
