This chapter is kind of dark (i think) I hope you like this story.

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Chapter One

Not Gonna Write You A Love Song

"Mom!" I yelled through the house looking for my mother's respond but didn't get it.

"Miriam!" I yelled again still no responds. I walked into the trophy room and see her lying across the couch asleep.

"That's just nice," I said to myself and rolled my eyes.

I left my drunken mother in the room and walked back upstairs, went to my room and took some money out of the top dresser for lunch.

I couldn't wait until I moved out of this house; they really don't care about me. I ran away two years ago and left for a few days and they haven't even looked for me, when I got home they were doing the same thing they always do. Bob sat on the couch looking at T.V. and Miriam lies around and sleep and make smoothies (a.k.a her liquor), I bet if I die they wouldn't care.

The only thing they care about is Olga, I don't why, but it's because she the first child or she just much better at everything I do. My life sucks right now.

"Helga!" my dad yelled as I picked up my backpack up from the floor next to my bed.

"What!" I yelled back at him.

"Where are my keys?"

"I don't know!" I walked over to the mirror and start brushing my hair.

My hair was down and wavy, I got my unibrow waxed, and lost that stupid pink bow. I'm still a tough girl, but I'm starting to show my other side. I'm not the same girl that is crazy in love with the spiky, blond haired boy that is sweet to me even when I'm mean to him. Arnold.

I guess I was getting tired of trying to win his heart that I gave up. I was tired of writing stupid poems of him, making statues of him, and keeping a locket with his picture in it. It wasn't like I had a chance with him so why should I keep going crazy over him, I finally realized that when I turn thirteen, I threw all my statues away, burnt my poems, and threw my locket in the lake.

Now I can stop trying to mess up Arnold relationship with a girl he likes. He with Lila now and I'm happy for them, they started going out in the 8th grade.

"I can't find them!" Bob yelled.

I sighed and slammed the brush down on the dresser then walked out of my room then down the stairs to my dad looking in the hall closet.

"I don't think the keys are in the closet" I said rolling my eyes.

"Well where do you think they are?" he said.

I noticed something shiny from Bob's back pocket. It was his keys, I reached to them and pulled them out, and he turned around and was surprised.

"In your back pocket" I jingle them in the air.

He took them out of my hand then stormed out the door without saying bye.

I never really liked my father. It was like we were strangers living in the same house, when I was little I was trying to have a father and daughter relationship but he kept pushing me away, I just gave up. I wanted to have a relationship like my parents had with Olga.

Right when I was about to leave I heard somebody calling my name again."Helga"

I turned around and see my mother standing in the hallway rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"What Miriam?" I said angrily with my hands on my hip.

"You going to school?"She asked.

"Yeah there nowhere else to go"

"Oh yeah it's Thursday, well bye" she walked back in the trophy room. I rolled my eyes then turn back around and went out the door. Finally left the hell house, I'll be so happy when I leave my house from my parents and family.

I got off the bus in front of my school and saw Phoebe standing at the bottom stairs waiting for me as usual.

She wore a bob hairstyle with a yellow headband on it, blue V-shirt, dark blue skirt, and black shoes.

I wore a pink shirt, rip jeans, white with pink sneakers, and black wristbands on my right arm.

"Hey Phoe" I said walking to her.

"Hi Helga, did you do your homework last night?" she asked.

"Shoot I forgot" I said slapping my hand against my head.

Phoebe sighed knowing what I'm about to say to her.

"You can copy my homework." she said.

"Thanks Phoebe"

"You welcome" she rolled her eyes.

Don't blame her I would be annoyed if somebody keeps asking me to do copy their homework every time they forget. I be feeling bad for taking advantage of her sometimes, she be a good friend to me and I just boss her around I want to do something good for her but, right now I have to give this paper to Mrs. Jenkins so I can't get a F.

Before we walked into the school I heard somebody calling out to a name that I do not want to hear anymore. I turn my head and see the blonde now combed back haired boy who was walking with his best friend. I turn my head back around and kept walking.

"Helga what's wrong?" Phoebe asked me.

I shook my head."Nothing" we walked through the crowd hallway to our class.

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