YES! I finished writing the story, I'm back, and I'm high on my new perfume! GO PERFUME! Ha ha, sorry. I had to do that. Today was so frigging boring. My other stories will be updated, and to my fellow SpongeBob fans, Zuke (my little Sponge Wars character) will live on. Happy reading!
Nobody was happy. Not even Sydney was happy. She was a little mad. Bob hadn't showed up yet. If he didn't, she'd have to just kill Helen. But then again, it would make Bob a little less unhappy. Then she was happy again. She had waited so long for revenge.
The door opened. It was Sydney.
"I deserve an apology."
"Since when do you deserve anything?"
"You're right. I don't deserve anything."
"You don't?"
"I give up!" Helen was about to cry, but she held it in. "You've ruined my life! What have I ever done to you besides get married to Bob?"
"Torturing you is fun."
"You call torturing killing my brother? THAT'S WHAT YOU CALLED TORTURING?"
"Very well I do. You're wonderful at keeping your feelings in."
"Sydney, I can't take it anymore!" By now, there were tears racing down Helen's face. "I know that there is a good in you. If there wasn't then Bob wouldn't have loved you. But you're just angry."
Sydney didn't know what to say. Of course there is a good in everybody, but for the first time, she was seeing some good in Helen that she hadn't even tried to look at before. The first time she saw Helen, she saw her as some cautious person who wouldn't take chances. Sure, she still thought that. There was always going to be an old part of Sydney left in her.
That's why she would keep up the fight.
"Go ahead. Give up. You are willing to give Bob to me? Fine! Do so. I thought you had a lot more gut in you Helen. I guess I was wrong."
Helen stared at the floor while Sydney's butt was shaking. There were more tears coming out then before. She took off her mask for the first time in five days. The mask had left red circles around her eyes. More and more tears were falling. There were only two words she could think of at such a site like this.
Save me.
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"And then you're gonna say "Why don't we just let the guy decide?"."
"Mayme, if you say that, you'll be referring to me as well."
Conflicts. They happened often between Mayme and Dash. The reason that they fought so much was because they were the exact same person. They couldn't help the fact that their personalities were identical.
"Mayme," said Stacie. "Can you do a check up on Helen?"
"Yeah, sure." Mayme concentrated hardly, and then gasped. "You don't wanna know."
"Oh yes I do."
"Um, she's okay, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Fine! She gave him up. Can you not just stare at me this one time? PLEASE!"
There was no need to stare at her. She wasn't the reason everybody was shocked. Helen was the reason Violet was almost in tears. Helen was the reason Stacie slumped back into her seat, muttering words of regret. Helen was the reason Dash was banging his head for the millionth time this summer.
But Helen wasn't the reason that Bob immediately ran out of the car, going into the house. This was his fault and he knew it.
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You always have to put your blood, sweat, and tears into something you want. Helen had given all of that, but she didn't have what she wanted. Her arm had blood all over it. She was covered in sweat. Tears were coming down like confetti at birthday parties. Why couldn't she win?
Sydney had exactly what she wanted, and she had never EVER done anything for it except smile and shake her butt. How was it that Helen was feeling completely controlled by her?
Helen looked over to the drawer where Sydney actually kept her secret stuff. Inside was candy, a magazine, and an album of stuff. It looked like something that they had given the time capsule project from 17 years ago.
Helen opened it, surprised to see so many colorful things about such a dark person like Sydney. There were pictures of people and things she loved. Of course, Bob was written all over it. Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob.
As she turned the page, she looked back and saw that she was almost skipping a page. That page contained two people and only two people on it. Sydney and David.
No matter how many tears were given, there was always room for more. Helen's eyes were almost dried up from the amount she had cried in the past five days.
When more and more tears were streaming down Helen's face, she started to feel more and more regret through her body. She should've never let David date her. She never really knew him compared to Stacie. If she had known him better, she could've known so much more about his "relationship".
The good feeling that had once gone throughout Helen's head at the beginning of the summer was gone. Forever. The tears would never stop.
Her little emotional break-downs were coming back.
And then it hit her like, like, well, a lot of stuff. She could win. And if she didn't, she would die trying.
And she meant that.
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Stacie was getting worried about Bob. She was worried about Helen, but Bob seemed more important at the moment. He hadn't been back for an hour. "Vi, Mayme, watch Dash and Jack-Jack. I'm going in."
"You are? It's my mom, you know."
"Vi, this is important. I need to talk to Bob."
"That's my dad."
"Listen, I'm his sister in-law and I've known him longer then you have."
"I know a lot about him."
"Did you know that he went to NYU?"
"He did? I mean, of course I knew!"
"Just what I thought."
"I wanna talk to him, too."
"Yeah!" Mayme would stick up for her cousin if she couldn't even do it. "I wanna talk to Aunt Helen. I'm the only one who can know just how to respond back to her."
"FINE!" Stacie had enough of it already. "You can go. Dash, watch Jack-Jack."
"WHAT? He's asleep." There was no way the Dash would stay out of this. "I'm not scared."
"You have to. I'll give you money."
Dash wouldn't do it, even it was money.
"My money."
Dash looked up, completely shocked that she had won him over. "Your money is my favorite word."
"Good. Now, we got a marriage to save."
The last chapter is coming up, soon! I'm so excited to update the last one. It'll be so much fun. It's good to be back, people.
And it's good to read those review. (Hint. Hint)