Helga turned around, again. 'I swear someone is following me…' She faced forward and kept walking until she reached the studio. A beautiful skinny woman known as Madame Belle, who was a muscular yet skinny tall brunette with a kind heart, instantly greeted her. Madame Belle had been Helga's ballet teacher since she was three years old and knew all too well of Helga's emotional struggle. She threw every bit of passion into her dancing, and if she wasn't dancing, she threw it into her poetry. The only problem with Madame Belle was that she spoke French. Helga had known her for 12 years, and was fluent enough to carry on conversations with Madame
"Bonjour Madamoiselle Belle. L'école a encore appelé? Apparemment, je suis de garde d'enfants à Tots urbain et de son sur les jours où je suis censé exercer." Helga greeted, throwing her gym bag to the floor and hugging the kind woman.
"Oui, Helga. Je comprends que vous avez besoin des heures de service communautaire pour une bourse. Je ne m'occupe pas, juste ne soit en retard en classe. et si vous allez être en retard, le texte moi et laissez-moi savoir d'abord." The woman looked at Helga as she walked into the dressing room, and followed only to lean against the doorway.
"Oui Madamoiselle Belle. Donc, sur le récit à venir ... Je pensais à danser sur une chanson sur ... amour forbidden?" Helga asked while slipping on her tights and into her ballet shoes.
"Haven't encore lui dit encore, avez-vous?" Madame Belle raised an eyebrow at the girl. Her heart truly went out to Helga.
"Laissez-moi tranquille ... Je viens de ... Peu importe. Im faire un sketch Roméo et Juliette. Je vais sauter sur le partenaire Romeo bien." Helga wanted off the topic…
"Est-ce ce que vous voulez cher? Thaddeus pourrait être votre partenaire?" Madame asked as Helga walked by her and into the studio.
"Non, je veux faire quelque chose le long des lignes de Juliet faisant son chemin à son véritable amour." Helga fiddled with the aux chord, plugging it into her phone to find the right song.
"Bien cher ... et ne vous inquiétez pas Helga. Un jour, vous lui dites." Madame grabbed the phone from Helga and waited till Helga was in starting position.
"Ouais, quand les porcs volent." Helga remarked sarcastically before Madame pressed Play.
(Translation 1)
"Hello Madame Belle. Has the school called yet? Apparently I'm babysitting at Urban Tots and its on the days I'm supposed to practice." Helga greeted, throwing her gym bag to the floor and hugging the kind woman.
Yes, Helga. I understand you need community service hours for a scholarship. I dont mind, just don't be late to class, and if you are going to be late, text me and let me know first." The woman looked at Helga as she walked into the dressing room, and followed only to lean against the doorway.
"Yes Madame Belle. So about the recital coming up... I was thinking of dancing to a song about... forbidden love?" Helga asked while slipping on her tights and into her ballet shoes.
"Still haven't told him yet, have you?" Madame Belle raised an eyebrow at the girl. Her heart truly went out to Helga.
"Leave me alone... I just... Whatever. I'm doing a Romeo and Juliet skit. I'll skip out on the Romeo partner though." Helga wanted off the topic…
"Is that what you want dear? Thaddeus could be your partner?" Madame asked as Helga walked by her and into the studio.
"No, I want to do something along the lines of Juliet making her way to her true love." Helga fiddled with the aux chord, plugging it into her phone to find the right song.
"Alright dear... and don't worry Helga. Someday, you'll tell him." Madame grabbed the phone from Helga and waited till Helga was in starting position.
"Yeah, when pigs fly." Helga remarked sarcastically before Madame pressed Play.
Arnold and Gerald had followed Helga after school and were lucky enough to not get caught, even though Helga kept turning around.
When Helga had entered a building, Gerald let out a LONG groan.
"Arnold! Timberly takes Ballet here! I Cant be seen! That stupid foreign teacher is so annoying. Come on man, lets just go."
"No, Gerald! Timberly comes here after school right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Don't you see Gerald? If we wait until Timberly gets here, then we have a reason to be here and we can actually see Helga dance.
"Arnold, you are a bold guy, but im telling you, if Helga catches us here, she is going to beat you with your own appendix and shove it up your-"
"HI GERALD! HI ARNOLD!" Timberly greeted them, quite loudly.
"Timberly! Shhhhh!" Gerald covered his sisters mouth, but she bit him, earning a yelp of pain from Gerald.
"Hey, Timberly" Arnold spoke casually "Do you think we could sit inside with you while you practice? A classmate of ours is in there and we want to say Hi when she is done."
"Sure, Arnold!" Timberly spoke with a playful smile. Gerald and Arnold knew Timberly couldn't say no to Arnold. She had no reason to be mean to him. Plus there was the suspicion she still liked him. "Come on inside. Madame should be in the middle of practice with Helga right now and I have to get changed so sit out here."
"Hey Timberly, before you leave, which studio would Helga be in?"
"Oh, Studio 2. It's down the hall on the left."
"Thanks Timberly!" Arnold said as he began to walk down the hallway.
"Oh, and Mom said you have to take me home, Gerald!" Timberly called before running into the locker room.
"Ugh… Timberly is so-" Arnold smacked his hand over Gerald's mouth "MHHM!" Gerald Mumbled before realizing Arnold was staring into the Ballet studio window watching Helga and she was… Elegant?
"HUH?" Gerald mumbled through Arnold hand. Gerald looked over and found Arnold hadn't moved. He was frozen and his jaw was gaping.
Gerald turned back to look through the window into the studio as Helga elegantly twirled in circles so perfect it made hurricanes jealous. That is, until she saw them through the window. Gerald began to laugh hysterically as Helga slipped and fell to the ground. Arnold raced over inside to help Helga up. She shoved his hand away and picked herself up off the floor.
"What The Heck! WHY Are you hair-boys here?!" Helga sounded surprised, but her face- oh yeah, she was Angry!
"My little sister, Timberly, is about to start practice" Gerald stated confidently "And my mom is making us watch her so she can walk home."
"So why in the heck are you watching me dance?!" Helga was close to screaming, and the studio didn't make her yelling any better.
"We heard music and wanted to check it out. We didn't know they let Ogre's dance here."
"GET OUT!" Helga screamed causing Gerald and Arnold to jump out of their skin.
"Hey! Who says we have to. Like you always say Pataki, It's a free country!"
"En fait, il n'est pas. C'est mon studio et j'ai l'habitude de vous provoquer un de mes meilleurs étudiants, surtout devant notre grand récital. Maintenant laisse, ou je vais vous enlever." Madame cut in, stomping over to the three teens.
"Uh… in English please?" Gerald stated annoyed.
She said "Actually it isn't a free country. This is her studio and she wont have you provoking one of her finest students, especially before our huge recital. Now leave, or I will remove you." Helga glared at them, seriously annoyed they messed her up in the middle of a big part of her recital performance.
"Well Madame! My sister goes here and I'm supposed to walk her home. So I HAVE to stay, and my buddy here is keeping me company."
"Je ne m'inquiète pas. Helga est l'un de mes meilleurs étudiants et j'ai besoin d'elle pour aller à plein régime avec ce morceau. Pas de distractions. soit attendre dans le hall ou faire le tour, mais ne plaisante pas avec mon élève étoiles." Madame was so furious that she was speaking too fast for Arnold or Gerald to comprehend a word of it.
Helga rolled her eyes, seeing the confused looks on their faces. "She said she doesn't care. She said im one of her finest students and she needs me to go full out with this piece. No distractions. Either wait in the lobby or shop around, but Do not mess with me while im dancing!"
"Helga, we just want to see you dance. You are really good at it." Arnold smiled at her and Helga froze in place.
"Wait… you- watched me…" Helga began stuttering. Madame noticed Helga's shift in attitude and suddenly recognized the boy from a picture in a piece of Helga's jewelry (that Helga didn't know she had seen).
Madame grabbed Helga and pulled her to the side
"Helga, est ce garçon?" Madame asked just above a whisper.
"uhhhh ... ... Non madame ..." Helga tried to lie, but Madame wasn't having it.
"Helga, ne me mens pas. " Madame looked at Helga sternly.
"... Oui, le football de la tête un ..." Helga glanced over at the two boys.
"Ah, maintenant je vois pourquoi tu l'aimais depuis si longtemps..." Madame smirked at Helga, causing Helga to blush- something Madame had never seen before.
"Voulez-vous la fermer? Ils sont juste ici!" Helga shouted just above a whisper!
"Bon Helga. Devrais-je me débarrasser de l'Afro dirigé un?" Madame asked quietly.
"Oui .. Qu'en est-Arnold?" Madame hadn't mentioned him.
"Il peut rester." Madame said casually.
"Attendez-Quoi?" Helga jumped. No. No. No. Arnold couldn't stay. He couldn't watch her dance. NO!
"Il peut rester. De toute évidence, il est spécial pour vous. Il veut vous voir danser, laisser. Je m'occupe de l'enfant à tête afro." Madame smiled at Helga before walking over to the boys and grabbing their arms, motioning for Helga to follow so she could translate.
(Translation 2)
"Helga, is this the boy?" Madame asked just above a whisper.
"uhhhh.. No Madame..." Helga tried to lie, but Madame wasn't having it.
"Helga, don't lie to me." Madame looked over at Helga sternly
"...Yes, the football headed one..." Helga glanced over at the two boys.
"Ah, Now i see why you liked him for so long..." Madame smirked at Helga, causing Helga to blush- something Madame had never seen before.
"Will you shut up? They're right here!" Helga shouted just above a whisper!
"Okay Helga. Should i get rid of the Afro headed one?" Madame asked quietly.
"Yes... What about Arnold?" Madame hadn't mentioned him.
"He can stay." Madame said casually.
"Wait- What?" Helga jumped. No. No. No. Arnold couldn't stay. He couldn't watch her dance. NO!
"He can stay. Obviously he is special to you. He wants to see you dance, let him. I'll handle the afro headed boy." Madame smiled at Helga before walking over to the boys and grabbing their arms, motioning for Helga to follow so she could translate.
So Im sorry i've been lousy at updating but i have a life too! Anyways, read and enjoy my lovelies! More to come soon! -toriblake95