I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

Helga: 9

"Alright class, you can pack up and head on home now. Have a great weekend", said Mr Simmons in his usual over enthusiastic and perky voice. A chorus of cheer echoed after his words, as students of P.S. 118 scrambled home.

All except Helga. She packed her things slowly, placing each item delicately into her back pack, taking her own sweet time. Unlike everyone else, she didn't want to go home, didn't want to face unreasonable Bob, drunken Miriam and the sickeningly perfect Olga. In fact, Helga could not go home, because she didn't have a home in the first place, no family she could rely on. Even at that tender age of nine, Helga already knew that the only person she could rely on in her life was no one but herself.

Deciding to take a new route today, with time on her hands to waste, she walked towards the park, taking slow, careful steps. She embraced the cold winds that day, with nothing on her but a thin cardigan, which hung limply, to keep her warm and her loneliness, a close dear friend of hers that she had known for years, her faithful companion.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

Helga: 17

Darkness tightly wrapped itself around Helga as she roamed the streets that cold, blustery night.

Helga enjoyed these cold, late night walks, which she went on often. She craved the beautiful silence and the peaceful solitude that she possessed when she went on her daily night walks. It gave her the peace to think and reflect on her life, as well as the chance to escape from her prison, which most people call "home". Home was where the heart was for most people, a place where all their loved ones were. Knowing that, Helga could never acknowledge her house as her home, because she had never felt the true love from a home.

As she turned into the corner, she glanced up at a familiar red building. No matter how hard she tried, her feet would always magically take her to the boarding house. And Helga knew this was because no matter how hard her mind told her no, her heart would always eventually win in the end. Her heart said yes.

"I wonder if football head can see the stars tonight from the jungle". murmured Helga silently as her salty tears fell gracefully down her face. These tears, the ones that she had been holding in for so long, since he had left Hillwood, since he had left her.

My first (and probably last) songfic. Inspired when I heard Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams on the radio today. I love the old Green Day.