AN: Sorry it took forever for me to update this I wasn't really in the mood to be writing anything, but here it goes.
DISCLAIMER: I make no claims except for the plot and the wonderful fashion sense Helga developed during her three years away, because the Lord knows she dressed horribly before.
Helga sat in her living room, reading an envelope she just removed from the pile of mail on the floor. It was addressed to her, and she was sure it was an invitation to a writing school in Europe. She looked at the top of the letter, "Pendingnton Advanced Literature School for Girls. That's sounds fun."
Dear Ms. Pataki,
The Pendington Advanced Literature School for Girls is proud to announce that you have been accepted to our wonderful institution during the 2001-2002 school year. We read over the poems and short stories that you sent us in your portfolio and we fell in love with your unique writing style and heartfelt poetry. We would be honored if you would attend our institute, because we have been voted the best Literature School in Wimbledon, England and this really is a chance of a lifetime.
If you accept, tuition is $3000 dollars due no later than August 21, 2001, and school will begin on Monday, September 9, 2001, which is proceeded by a Parent and Student Orientation on Sunday, September 6, 2001 where the curriculum and a background history of Pendington will be discussed. The orientation will take place in Langley Hall.
Please send us a formal response letter no later than Friday, August 2, 2001, while more information will be sent to you regarding our school during the balance of the summer holidays. Again, congratulations on your acceptance have a wonderful summer. We hope to see you on September 6, 2001.
Headmistress, Helena Pendington.
Deputy Headmistress, Eleanor Warton.
Helga sat there pondering whether she should go or not. As of now nothing was holding her back. Today was July 12, so she had at least three weeks to decide to go or stay. Slowly, she turned her head to the phone, expecting it to ring, expecting it to be Arnold, but she knew he wouldn't call. A part of her longed to hear his voice, and a part of her felt that if she heard it, she would reach through the phone and slit his throat at the very moment he uttered his first word.
Earlier that day, Phoebe called, checking up on her. She hadn't talked to her since the fifth and that was seven days ago. She asked her if she wanted to go on a boat ride with the "gang." Apparently, Rhonda's father was letting her borrow his boat, "Elizabeth" for the day. The thing Helga asked was if Arnold would be there, because she really didn't want to see him, no matter how much she liked him. Phoebe said she didn't know, and that Gerald was calling him right now and that it wasn't doing Helga any good to be sitting around in her underwear, eating chocolate, and watching soap operas; which is exactly what Helga was doing before the mail arrived.
Finally after a lot of coaxing from Phoebe, Helga agreed to join in them for their midnight boat ride on the "Elizabeth", starting at 10:00 pm.
After folding up the letter, Helga decided she should get ready because it was 4:00 and she had to shower, wash her hair, and find something to wear to this little celebration. By six her hair was washed her dress laid out and she smelled much better than she was before. At around she decided that she was hungry. As always, there was nothing in the refrigerator, so she took $20 out the cookie jar put on a sweatshirt, a pair of old jeans, put a hat on and proceeded to walk to the nearest Burger Stand on Maine Street.
Helga paid no attention to where she was going as she walked down the street, and bumped into many people on the way to the burger stand, she ended up bumping into someone who grabbed her by the shoulders and held her roughly.
"Helga?" asked the voice.
She looked up only to see Arnold standing right in front of her.
"You look different," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she said, with much hostility in her voice. She twisted her body so that she broke away from his grasp. "Oh, I get it, you mean I look ugly. Yeah, Arnold, I don't have on any makeup and my hair's not comb. So, you better leave cause you wouldn't want to be seen with me, considering that I'm not my normal self, and I must look absolutely hideous to you." She finished walking around him where Lila was smirking at her.
"Hello, Helga. Don't you think your acting a little juvenile? I know you're upset because Arnold doesn't feel the way you'd like him to, but there's no reason to be rude. I thought you had better manners than that," said Lila as she walked up to Arnold and put her arms around him.
Helga stopped and turned around to face Lila. "Who the hell do you think you are? The only reason he's around you is you're the only person who gives really good blow job's."
"Excuse me? How dare you! You think just because you go to some elite school in Europe and that you came back not necessarily pretty, but better looking that your better than everyone else and that your shit don't stink. Well.."
"At least my parents can afford to send me to an elite school in Europe. And you're right I do think I'm better than some people, but I know I'm better than you, you slut. The only reason he's around you is because you'll do whatever he wants, because your pretty and he likes your body, because it's not like you have anything else to offer. That's the only reason he liked me!" Helga exclaimed.
"That's not true," Arnold yelled back. "I didn't just like you because you're pretty. Sure, that's a perk but that's not me! Helga, you've always been strong and opinionated. You have a limited bullshit tolerance so you're not afraid to fight. You were funny and sometimes even nice. You tried to hide but I saw it. And I'm the only one who did. That day on the beach, I never meant to hurt you. I was having a rough time. And Lila, there's no way I'm with her. We went down that road before," he said glancing at Lila, who immediately removed her arm from around him. "I like you. I honestly do. And I'm not superficial, you should know me better than that!"
"Then why couldn't you have said that stuff on the beach? Huh? It's hard not to think that right now you're not lying to my face. Why didn't you say that on the beach?"
"I don't know," he muttered.
Helga stood there looking confused for a moment and Arnold just looked into her eyes.
"Well, when you find out why, let me know," she said and walked away, leaving Arnold and Lila in an uncomfortable silence.
The next chapter will be called, " A Mirror Image."
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.