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This is the big one folks. 'Olga Comes Home'. No turning back now, this is going to be pretty... well, you'll understand as you read the chapter. Enjoy.

Pretty soon, it became six o' clock as I departed from my friends and went straight for Olga's house. I dug around my backpack pocket and pulled out the address she gave me a couple weekends back.

"Let me see... 423 Monoco Road..." I read as I looked up at the street signs. "Let's see... Rocky Avenue, Devine Road... here it is, Monoco."

I followed the house numbers right up until I reached the destined place I was about to enter. I took a deep breath. Simple enough, just knock on the door, ask for Olga if her parents were here, exchange report cards, no damage done.

As I was nearing the door, I could have sworn I heard tragic music being played out from one of the windows. I knocked on the door carefully. "Hello?"

I waited, but there was no answer. I tried again. "Hello?"

Still no answer. Only the silence and... that tragic music. And a headache that just started up again. Sheesh, why does this headache start every time I think about or see Olga?

I decided to turn the knob, wondering if the door was locked. To my surprise, the door opened up. I carefully walked inside as I took the time to take a look around the place. It was a bit of a big place, a nice fixer-upper, to quote some of the lower class people. I looked around and noticed a kitchen to my far left. A blender, next to some bottles of substance were inside as I looked around. Olga's parents didn't seem to be around, and if they were, I didn't see them. That was when I was aware of the crying where the tragic music was.

I looked up towards the stairs, feeling a little worried. Was Olga okay, I wondered. I carefully went upstairs as I looked around. Upstairs, I noticed three rooms. One of them had lights on as I heard the crying and tragic music playing. I went a little closer and carefully peeked into the door... and for the first time in my life, I saw Olga... not being the Olga I saw in the pictures or being... happy.

She was on the bed, crying tears as the report card fell to the left side of the bed. My report card. I figured it out. Olga must have made the same mistake I did, looking at the grades first, and didn't bother looking at the name or the subjects on there... she really felt... depressed.

I knocked on the door, as I heard Olga say, "Mom, Dad, I'm really not in the mood right now."

"Olga, it's me." I said as I walked in.

Olga looked up to her surprise. "Rh-Rhonda? What are you doing here?"

I was about to explain, but then I noticed Olga was still a little shaky. "Are you okay?"

Olga sighed. "I guess I should be honest, shouldn't I?"

Olga then sat down on the foot of her bed as I joined her. Olga said, "No... no, I'm not okay. I want everything to be okay, but everything... well, everything's just NOT okay."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, Rhonda..." Olga sighed as she looked down. "I don't know if you've noticed, but my mom and dad... well, you saw my dad, and how he liked me and treats me well."

"Yeah." I nodded.

"And my mom would do the same as well when she's around." Olga sighed. "I always believed that me, my mother and my father would be this... big happy family, and they treat me as the perfect daughter."

"That doesn't sound so bad." I said, reassuringly.

"Oh sure... outside the area, we may be happy, but inside... no matter how I impress them, there's always some animosity between my family. Mom and Dad would always fight, and sometimes I would just get scared." Olga sighed.

"Couples fight all the time. It's what keeps a healthy rela-" I started.

"A healthy relationship, I know. But this relationship between our family... well... it's anything but healthy. Rhonda, during my childhood, I was IGNORED by my parents." Olga explained.

I raised my eyebrows in shock as my headache... just went away all of a sudden. "What?"

"Yeah. When I was a young kid, I was basically just ignored. I only got attention when my dad and mom heard of my successes... and they played it off me, like a wind-up doll." Olga sighed. "I entered competitions and won almost every one of them... the only one I couldn't win at was a trivia competition, and even then, it was a 'too slow' aspect on my end."

"So, your parents only LIKE you because of your successes?" I asked.

"Yes..." Olga sighed. "Oh, I try to ignore the fact that my parents are bad, I do... but sometimes... sometimes I wish I could just live in a normal family... a caring mom, an understanding dad... maybe a little... little..."

Olga looked down.

"What's the matter?" I asked in concern.

"...have you ever wanted a little sibling that you always wanted to bond with?" Olga asked.

I paused at the question as I thought about something...

Arnold frowned as he turned towards Gerald. "You know Gerald, you're lucky! You always had a big brother to hang out with! I haven't. And for the first time in my life, I've got somebody older to look up to!"

"Somebody OLDER to look up to?" I said. "What about your grandpa? Your grandma? The people in the boarding house?"

"Well, that's different, Rhonda. They're sort of like family!" Arnold frowned. "Anyway, Frankie G is somebody that likes me even though I'm just a kid! I thought that you, of all people, would be happy for me... instead, you... all of you... are just jealous!"

I frowned. "Call us jealous, we call it looking out for your well being! And at least Gerald's older brother didn't drop out of school and join a street gang!"

"That's... honestly a good question. It never occurred to me before..." I said. "But it would be nice to have a little brother or sister... someone who wants to look up to you..."

Olga gave a smile, then sighed as she looked down. "Yeah, I've always felt that way too. And I almost had a sibling as well..."

I raised an eyebrow as Olga looked down in depression as I decided to ask, "What happened?"

"I'd... I'd rather not talk about it... let's just say mom was pregnant and... well, there was some arguing... and... and..." Olga just couldn't hold it in anymore as she cried, hugging me tightly. "I'm sorry, I don't want to tell the story! All I can tell you is that mom tripped and got injured. Dad felt a little sorry, but I think I was mostly affected."

"...you really wanted a sibling, didn't you?" I asked. "Even if your parents weren't... healthy parents?"

Olga sighed. "Yes... but because of what happened, I don't think I'll ever get that chance. I'll just have to be the perfect girl for the rest of my life. That's why I went to a nearby community college... to keep an eye on my parents to make sure they didn't snap."

"...you never had a normal childhood?" I said, feeling bad for her.

"Pretty much." Olga explained. "Oh, I tried. I wanted to have one, and I always seen kids laughing with their parents, playing around... but to dad, everything's a competition. Why do you think his beeper business went so good?"

"...and your mother?" I asked.

"I love her, I do... and she tries to help me out and be happy, I'm sure she does... but even I notice she has a drinking problem." Olga sighed. "You've probably seen the blender and those bottles."

"Drinking smoothies shouldn't be that big of a deal." I started.

"...Those aren't smoothies she's drinking." Olga sighed. "So, I kept up being happy... for my family and working hard towards a good career, which I know dad would be proud of..."

"Why don't you just leave them? You're old enough." I said.

"...I wish I could... but I feel they need me to be there..." Olga said.

"Olga, from what you're telling me, living with this family isn't healthy! Why didn't you at least call Child Services or tell anybody if you've been neglected for the first few years of your childhood?" I asked.

"...I was afraid of what my dad would do if I turned him in..." Olga sighed. "Have you seen his tough exterior?"

I paused. "Hmmm... I suppose he wouldn't have taken it lightly... but Olga, you need to make a stand for yourself. Separate from this family... live your own life."

Olga looked at me and paused as if to think. "I guess I'll think about it..."

She got up as she went to turn off the tragic music that was playing on a nearby record player. She had her hands near the needle as she asked, "So, what are you doing here, Rhonda?"

"I came to return your report card."

Olga's eyes widened as her hand pushed the record needle down, making a scratch sound on the record. "What?"

"Your report card." I said, pulling out Olga's report card. "When we bumped into each other, we dropped our report cards at the same time, and I grabbed yours by mistake."

Olga turned off the record as she ran over and grabbed my report card from her floor as she looked at it again... then sighed in relief. "Oh, okay, yeah, NOW I see your name! What a relief!"

Olga then traded report cards with me as Olga smiled, "I guess I was having a bit of a blonde moment there."

"It's a simple mistake. It happens." I said.

Olga looked down. "Sorry I... sorry I went and spilled everything on you, I was so depressed, I thought I'd get that all out of my system. This is the first time I ever actually told anybody my family life..."

"That's all right." I said. "You sounded like you needed a lot to spill."

"Man!" Olga laughed. "When I saw that C plus, I thought I was going to die!"

"You sounded like it!" I said as we both laughed.

We paused as Olga looked down at me. "Well..."

"You really mean it when you said you wanted a sibling?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Olga sighed in sadness.

"Look, I don't know if it'll help, but... if we ever meet up again..." I hugged Olga. "I wouldn't mind being a sister to you."

Olga stared in surprise, then smiled as she gave me another hug back... a tight hug, but a hug nonetheless. "Thank you, Rhonda. That's really sweet of you."

I gave a small smile in response as I opened my mouth.

You're welcome.

I blinked. That didn't come out of my mouth... was that in my mind?

As I was about ready to depart to my house, Olga came downstairs, "Oh, Rhonda, there's something else!"

"Yes?" I asked.

"Well... I'm supposed to be in charge of doing a parade float for the summer's annual Hilliwood City Festival Competition, but my friends can't do it because they have other engagements." Olga said. "I was wondering, if you can get your friends, could you help build up a float for the competition? I already got daddy's support behind it."

I smiled. "Sure, Olga. I'm sure the others will love to work something out."

Olga smiled as she hugged me again. "Thank you. The parade and competition is in six days!"

"All right, plenty of time to help get a float prepared!" I smiled as I walked out. "See you later, Olga!"

"Bye, Rhonda!" Olga smiled as I went on my way.

As I kept walking, I couldn't help but think of that voice that said "You're welcome" in my head. What just happened there? Did I imagine that voice? Why did it sound like the tone of the voice that appeared in my dream before?

I decided to shrug it off my mind. Whatever answers there were... it'll come. It'll come soon...

There's the thirty-second episode! How do you like it? And now, the official summer vacation episodes are about to begin! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!

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