This chapter's not the best, in my opinion. *sigh*

Helga Pataki found herself waking up in the right side of the bed once again. It was great waking up not feeling grumpy and groggy. She wouldn't mind waking up like this daily but she sure knew good things doesn't last forever.

Heading downstairs, she found Miriam making waffles and had already made her lunch.

"Good morning, honey." Miriam smiled as she sipped on her coffee.

"Morning, mom." Helga smiled as she ate a waffle.

"Honey, eat breakfast later. Go get ready for school."

"Okay.." Helga replied realising she was still wearing her pyjamas. Running upstairs to her room, she had found that her closet was empty and bare.

"Mom?!" She said loudly.

"What is it?" Miriam replied,

"Where are my clothes?!"

It took a second before Miriam could reply. "They're at the dry cleaners, Helga. I thought I could wash them for you."

"What?!" Helga shrieked and her hands were nearly going to pull her hair out. "What am I suppose to wear, Miriam?!"

"Wear some of Olga's old clothes, sweetie. I'm sure they'll fit you."

Helga groaned and kicked her trash bin. She thought the day was going to be as good as yesterday's.. But no! Miriam just had to pull a .. 'A Miriam'!

- A small phrase that Helga thought up herself whenever Miriam does something ridiculous like throw her shrine out or wash all of her clothes in the same.

She scoffed and walked to Olga's room which was surprisingly neat even though her sister doesn't live in this house anymore. No dust and the room does not smell of old sheets. They must've cleaned it weekly.

Swinging the closet door open, she groaned once more on Olga's clothing taste. Dresses, skirts and short tops that hardly covers her belly-button! Doesn't she have any decency? Grabbing a pink-striped turtle neck, a black skirt that reached to her knees and red sandals, she left Olga's perfect room and returned to her not-so-perfect one.

Stripping off her pyjamas, she hastily put on the clothing she had picked and was about to do her hair up in her usual pigtails as she noticed she ran out of hair ties.

"Miriam?" Helga called out once again.

"Yeah, what is it, Helga?"

"Where are my hair ties?"

"Oh those things?" She heard a muffled chuckle that came out of her mother. "Well I donated them to the orphanage. Don't worry, dear I'll buy you new ones today, okay?"

"But Miriam!" Helga groaned. "What am I suppose to do with my hair?!"

"Leave them down then. Oh, you're going to be late soon! Hurry up, Helga! The bus won't wait for you, you know."

She rolled her eyes and made her way downstairs. Grabbing her tin lunch box from the countertop, she left the circus-like home and waited for the bus to arrive. Wearing Olga's clothes wasn't that bad. The turtleneck felt comfortable, the skirt was the right length and the red sandals suited her outfit. With her hair down and her bow proudly sitting on her crown, she actually felt pretty for once.

The bus arrived a handful of minutes later. Paying her fare, she noticed that the children had stopped conversing with each other and now was staring at her looking like deers in the headlights.

Making her way to the seat next to Phoebe, Sid had managed to break the silence with his trademark phrase, 'Boy Howdy.'

"Willikers, Helga you're pretty enough to be queen of the cheese festival." Sid said. "I think I might be falling for you again.."

"Shut it, Stinko!" Helga snarled. "This is only for today and that's it! You dweebs better not get used to it, you hear me?!"

"Yes but," Phoebe said. "What's with the surprise wardrobe-change, Helga? Did you somehow got tired of your usual attire?"

"No. Miriam thought it would be funny to wash all of my clothes in the same day and this was the only thing that was left for me to wear." Helga sighed, brushing the strands of blonde hair that would block her left eye.

"Well I'm glad I'm not the only one that appreciates fashion." Rhonda spoke up with the tone she uses around 'cool kids'. "You look great, Helga. Don't you think you and I should be hanging out more?"

"I agree with you, Rhonda. Helga does look nice." Nadine smiled. "Now that I notice it, she's even dressed better than you."

"Oh Nadine!" Rhonda cried out, scandalised. "I can't believe you said that! That was totally uncool!"

"Chill out, Rhonda. I was just joking." Her best friend smiled to her and shrugged.

Rhonda pouted and sat back down next to Nadine and started reading her fashion magazines.

Soon enough, kids started to mind their own businesses. Helga listened to Phoebe talk about computers and about the different models and what each specific models does. Helga then changed the topic and started talking about Shakespeare plays and Phoebe joined in, throwing in her opinions and theories on what a specific part of a play symbolises.

Occupied by her best friend, she hasn't noticed that Arnold and Gerald have arrived and was now glancing at her from their seats.

"Is THAT Helga?" Gerald asked with disbelief. "THE Helga Pataki that swings her fist around every time she gets the chance?"

"Sure is." Stinky said. "I reckon she sure looks lovely. Maybe I'm starting to like her again."

All of the boys gagged then laughed. Who in the right mind will have a crush on Helga Pataki anyway?

"Stinky's in l-o-o-v-e with Helga!" Harold teased.

"Harold, stop it." Sid said. "You'll hurt lover-boy's feelings."

Gerald laughed, "That's a good one, Sid. But seriously, why on earth will you get feelings for Helga?"

"Guys stop making fun of him." Arnold sighed. "I'm sure he has his reasons. Right, Stinky?"

"A man doesn't need a reason for love, fellas!" Stinky only replied with his arms folded and a proud smile on his face.

Arnold gave Stinky a smile. He can somehow relate to what he just said. After all, he can relate to what Stinky's feeling.

The bus stopped in front of the school and kids started running out of the bus and into the school entrance.

It was now lunch and her day was suspiciously good. Arnold had complimented her several times, Stinky had gave him his favoured lemon pudding to her and Rhonda gifted her a diamond bracelet because apparently, her wrist looked pretty with it. She felt like a saint. Or a queen.

"Did I do something yesterday that I wasn't aware of?" Helga asked Phoebe while eating the tuna salad Miriam had made for her.

"Huh?"

"Because everybody's acting like I'm the queen! It's so weird!"

"Maybe it's because.." Phoebe said quietly. "..You don't look like the normal 'Helga'.."

The girl paused as she realised what everybody saw her as. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist. "Oh no.. They see me as OLGA?! Just because I made the effort to dress up and they instantly think I'm like OLGA?! Criminy! Bone-headed geek-baits.." She groaned as her forehead touched the plastic table. Her appetite was long gone.

"Come on Helga, It's not that bad.." Phoebe said apologetically.

"Not that bad?!" Helga repeated, scandalised. "It's bad, Phoebe! No matter what I do, they always see 'Perfect' Olga than me! She's always shadowing over me and she's not even here!"

Phoebe pursed her lips and said nothing.

Helga groaned and for once in her attention-blessed moments, she wanted the day to end.