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Ahh…this vanilla mocha isn't that bad. Anyway, I moved into my little apartment next to the Hillwood University which is about 100miles away from it's surename. I was aiming for somewhere farther, but this college gave me a full 4-year scholarship because of my 'extra-curricular activities' and 'surprisingly outstanding potential'. In case you haven't noticed, kids from Hillwood don't really get good grades. Other than Phoebe's (of course), only 26 students in the whole school were able to stay on A Honor Roll all four years. You should have seen everyone's faces when they announced the list of people who did it at graduation! I would've gotten kicked out if I didn't control my laughter until the end.
You may also be wondering what happened with the sleepover and my 'cousins'. Well, Rhonda was dared to transform the ugliest girl she believed to exist in Hillwood High and transform her into a beauty like one of those cliché movies. With Rhonda being Rhonda and all, claimed to be the self claimed (notice the word self) Queen of Dares, had to accept it. So she pulled Lila into it too, saying if they were going to do this, they're gonna need A LOT of help. Thus the sleepover
Flashback
"I probably won't have enough money to pay for all the make-up we're gonna have to use just to turn the beast into a toad. And we may go bankrupt trying to turn her into anything pretty!" were Rhonda's exact words as she and Lila laughed it up in the hallway before entering the classroom.
But don't worry, I handled it.
Once we left the house I finally got a chance to look in the mirror. My hair was down in thick blonde waves thanks to phoebe, but that was about the only good thing about it. My face was over powdered, they used eyeliner on my lips and lipstick on my eyes, WAY too much blush was splotched to make it look like I had a pepperoni face, and more eye liner was used to give me somewhere around 50 moles! Phoebe looked shocked while the rest of the girls rolled on the floor and balanced each other while laughing. Phoebe looked between me and the girls before doing something I never thought I would here sweet, quiet, nice Phoebe do:
She cursed them out.
Because this is a rated K story, the content could not be posted due to the graphic language used in the girl's smackdown. So to some it all up, Phoebe needed at least two bars of soap to scratch the surface of her foul words. The whole time she just kept muttering incoherent words into her bathroom mirror while I stood there and watched her mutter on with soap foam oozing out of her mouth.
Once we took off the make-up. Phoebe apologized, saying she didn't know the true reason. Like the forgiving person I am( and with the fact that she just ingested 2 pounds of Dove) I swiftly forgave her while we planned our revenge. It wasn't that hard really, we used the old tactic of killing them with kindness.
The next day at school, Rhonda and Lila posted pictures of my monstrous face, bad make-up and everything, on the school post it board. People were shriveling back in disgust and everything, or at least that's what Nadine told me. The rest of the girls said they knew of the prank, but didn't know those two would take it that far and refused to help post them all over school. After that, I heard Arnold broke it off with her when Lila went home from the sleepover, claiming he was now able to leave and find his parents in San Lorenzo seeing as he graduated early, and she was not at all happy. Unlike her I prayed for his safety in clandestine (I don't talk to the big man in the sky for just anyone) and hoped he would return to me one day. This was giving her even more reason to gleefully staple those photos everywhere.
"And now everybody," Rhonda announced through her red megaphone while Lila jumped up and down, clapping in excitement, "the creature from Hell that can make the Devil's skin crawl: Helga Pataki!" Everyone stood at the school entrance, some trying to hold back laughter while others were not so luck and began snickering, waiting in anticipation for the public humiliation of the legendary school bully. I walked in a few seconds after Phoebe, and let's just say, many people didn't know who I was Guys eyes widened and mouths dropped to the point that I thought we were living in a cartoon world! Girls were also wide eyed or narrowed eyed with narrowed nostrils in silent envy. I didn't plan for it to happen, I just wanted revenge on twiddle de and twiddle dumb. You figure the two apart.
And oh how kind upon thou I shall be.
"I must thank you for the make-over Rhonda and Lila." I said in the sweetest voice possible. I think I gave some people diabetes just by listening. "All of these pictures will remind me how much I've changed since childhood." Then I just walked away with Phoebe next to me, and two leaving two fuming girls behind. Only when I heard them scream in frustration did my sweet smile turn into a smirk.
Flashback
From then on I began insanely popular in the last half of our school year, earning me Prom Queen and a lot of unwanted attention. People would try to get me to sit at the popular table, but since Phoebe wasn't invited and Rhonda and Lila were always against it, I always sat with the other girls. We became good friends and to this day I still keep good contact with Nadine and Sheena.
We haven't heard from Arnold since he left two years ago, and we are all worried sick. I would help out at the Sunset Arms and pay back Phil and Gertie for all of those time they had to cover for me, but I really just do it because they've helped me in more ways than explainable. They're getting old even though they never admit it, ya' now?
My 'cousins' settled up. We apologized to Angelica and explained that we aren't used to trusting more than one person with our secrets. We still talk, but as of recently I haven't spoken to either of them in months. The last thing Cindy said was "Sheen get away from my window!" and something about Ultradorks? Angelica's last words were muffled by her continuous sobs, but I caught "Dumb Dill", "Flamed Finster", and "waterproof mascara my butt!"
Yup, none of us ever got the guys we fell for because none of us (except me at one point and almost Cindy) confessed. They either stayed in their relationships (Cindy can yell pretty loud btw) or broke up and are still trying to get that person's attention again (I mean c'mon man, she was a no good cheater. I hope Angi will be alright.) Arnold is still in San Lorenzo and no one has gotten word from him since he left two years ago.
"This isn't the low fat vanilla mocha latte that I ordered. What is the meaning of this?" an annoying, yet familiar voice sounds out.
"Ma'am we ran out vanilla, so we gave you a hot chocolate swirl instead." The cashier said, albeit a little nervousness in her otherwise strong voice.
"How does that happen? You're Starbucks! You need vanilla to have coffee and I can tell you at least half of the people in this joint can agree with me when I say that this is just ridiculous!" She growled angrily and walked outside.
No way did I see this coming.
"Angelica?!"
The blonde woman in a light pink silk blouse and skinny jeans turns to me and her eyes widen just as large as mine. We stand there shocked for a moment before she produces one of the most ear piercing squeals I have ever heard. I think I heard class shatter inside but it may have been muffled by the blood coming out of my ear.
"Helga?! Who would've ever thought that we would end up seeing each other in person!" Then she looks me over. Wearing a dark blue Yankees t-shirt and boot cut jeans with my hair in a ponytail, I think I looked nice. "And you look so much more beautiful in person. Not as good as me, but you're getting there."
I roll my eyes. Yup, that's Angelica Pickles for ya. "Thanks." I said dryly. "So what have you been doing? You know, other than cursing out cashiers in local coffee shops."
"Oh, you know," she sat down. "Saying good-bye to my mom and dad, escaping Dill and Tommy, packing up for the Institute of Visual Arts,…" I know why she trailed off. I was lucky to had said good bye to the one I loved long ago. The pain is probably still new to her. "Enough about me! What about you?"
"I began packing my things five minutes after I caught my graduation cap. Saying good-bye to Miriam wasn't all that difficult since she was still out of it and Bob was at work when I decided to leave two weeks ago. It wouldn't surprise me if a missing child's report went out sometime next week" I said, "or month. It will probably say something like,' missing 12 year old last seen Tuesday May 2007'".
"So you weren't bluffing all those times you explained how bad your home life was?" she asked in shock.
"I only speak the truth." I respond. "Anyway, I would have been here earlier if it weren't for the locker that I rented to keep all of my mementos' taking up some time and a little more money, and me wanting to spend as much time with Phoebe as I could.
"What happened with Olga?"
"She moved back into the house, claiming 'Mommy and Daddy are getting older now a days Helga. They're getting to that age where they can't do as much of the stuff as they used to do in the past;" I said in a way higher voice than normal.
After that we conversed until the cranky cashier told us to scatter, and some colorful arguments, we went our different ways. Since the coffee shop wasn't that far from my apartment, I walked through the archway and into the small, second story hallway. When I tried to open my door, I found it blocked by many small cardboard boxes. Great, a roommate. For some reason, the apartment complexes near the University decided to act like extra dorms and bunk students. Apparently, mine arrived while I was out.
"Hello?" I yell.
Silence. I hope she's not one of those preppy, early risers that would make it her mission to annoy the ish out of everyone.
"I know you're in here somewhere." I call out again.
Or one of those party chicks that have a guy in here every-
"One minute! Sheesh!" she sounds annoyed. Great, it's probably 'my way or the highway' with this chick.
She steps out of the room after some muffled words and when she does, both of our mouths drop to the ground.
"HELGA?!
"CINDY?!" we say at the same time. There was a Pause before we did it again.
"CINDY!"
"HELGA!"
"Thank GOD it's not one of those stuck up princesses that expect me to do everything!" she yells as she sighs in relief.
"WOULD YOU TWO SHIUT UP!" we hear a man yell outside.
"WHY DON'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, BUCKO!"
"TURN AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANNA LISTEN, YOU IMBECILE!"
And just like that the man stopped. We looked at each other in satisfactory of our little shouting match and closed the door.
"I must say, it is fancy meting you here." I say while moving away boxes to make a path towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, well" she answers, making an area to watch television. "This school has the best science criteria in this area of New York, plus my friend Libby Is attending. She's more into the music."
Nic. Well you'll never guess who I ran into today."
Who?"
"Sherbert's Sweetheart." I answer, already knowing that she knows. Her eyes widen at my response.
"Angelica is here too?"
"Nah, she's attending IVA, but she lives close." I say.
We talked until midnight, where we passed out watching CSI and with empty Roman noodle bowls next to us. All together, today wasn't so bad. I may have lost my best friend through distance, I found two other friends in the process, so the next four years may not turn out as bad as I thought.
*Next Day*
I walk into my first class of the day: Psychology I, only to find it mostly empty. There are a few people sitting in the front, talking to each other before class starts. I look around for anyone familiar, but like I stated yesterday, 26. I keep looking around until I find some nerd in the back. His head was in his hands, showing off his fire engine red hair and he appears to be shaking.
This kid is scared out of his wits I think as I walk over to him. My shadow looms over the form and I have to clear my throat before I get his attention.
"Why so nervous bucko?" He stops shaking and just stares at me. Okay, now this is getting uncomfortable, but right when I'm about to leave I see something inside of him break. He puts his head down and I can just slightly hear him sniffling."Uh…"
"Sorry. It's just-" he sniffles and continues, this time looking back up at me. "It's just that you remind me of someone."
"Should I be offended? " I ask causing him to laugh.
"No! She just looked similar to you, and you have the same humor."
"Then is she was such an amazing person, how come you're sad?" I ask. The young man sighs and looks down at his lap shyly.
"I don't know where she went after graduation. She may not have known it, but she was my best friend." Then he looks up at me in mild surprise. "Hey, you're easy to talk to!"
"Well you're the first to think that bucko."
"Haha! Your welcome I guess." There was some silence, and the room was pretty much filled up, meaning I either move now to get a better seat or sit next to him.
"Class is about to start, so I'm gonna go find a seat." I got up to leave when I was stopped by the red head.
"Wait!
I turn his way.
"Can I get your name, please?" he asks nervously.
"Helga. Helga G. Pataki." Then I shook his hand. He has a pretty weak grip if you ask me, and I think I hurt him from how strong mine was compared to his.
"Chuckie. Chuckie Finster."
I froze before snapping out of it and going to another seat.
Sherbert?!
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