I just had a serious writer's block, and had a lot of problems on my
own. Now I'm trying to „get my groove back" – writing wise. But thanks
for all the submitted reviews while
I was away (for other stories too, it really helped me coming back)
Missing
In the first two schooldays since Arnold and Helga absence, the face of the school went trough radical changes. The school board had no idea of what changed – but there was a huge line before the principals office all the time. The pranks were out of control. The bullies – Wolfgang and his gang – behave like savages, attacking every student smaller than them – and that included almost everybody. It was almost impossible to teach, the kids barely payed any attention at class. The teachers couldn't came up with an explanation of the sudden change of behavior. But the kids knew exactly what changed.
Their leader was gone. As their conscience. There was no one who could show them what to do by force (Helga) or by reasoning (Arnold).
„I heard they left the states, and they're searching for Arnold's parents in middle America." – Gerald said to group of kids, listening to him.
„That's just plain stupid." – Rhonda said – „How on earth could they do that without their passport Einstein? And where did you hear that?" „Well I... thought that's what they would do." – he answered.
„Hey, you're making up all your legends?" – Sid asked.
„Sort of. Hey, what did you think? There is actually a giant, invisible blimp, patrolling over Hillwood all night and day?" „Hey, I'm the only who's seeing it?" – Curly asked. No one listened to him, as usual.
„Guys... what if they're never coming back?" – Stinky asked seriously. – „I mean going down the hallway is like an extreme sport now. Bullies are attacking everybody, 3rd graders throwing stink bombs, and Eugene is singing songs. I can't take it anymore."
„Hello power vacuum!" – Curly said, rubbing his hands together with an evil smile on his face. „Bwahahahahahahaha!"
„Shut up Curly." – Sid murmured.
„I'm sure they will be back soon." – Phoebe said. – „They wouldn't leave Hillwood forever..."
„Open your four eyes dork-queen!" – Rhonda said. – „They already left, their parents, their families. They won't came back for us... or You!" – Phoebe didn't answer. He felt too hurt.
„Soon, you will all know the true meaning of pain and terror, once I take over Helga's place! You're all gonna pay... PAY WITH SWEET BLOOD AND TEARS!"
„SHUT UP CURLY!" – they all said in perfect agreement.
After classes, all the kids tried to get as far from the school as possible. In two days from the Silent Prison of Boredom it became the Chaotic House of True Evil. Phoebe was surprised to see, princess Lloyd is not in his car yet, but leaning to it, apparently waiting for her.
„Hey Dork Queen, want a ride?"
„Leave me alone Rhonda." – she answered. Rhonda Lloyd was the last person she wanted to talk right now.
„C'mon Pheebs. You don't like me, and I don't like you... but we need each other's help..."
„What are you talking about?"
„This..." – he said, handling over a paper for Phoebe.
„The New York Post?"
„Read the second article on the local news?"
„Mystery girl injures three adults." – Phoebe read – „So, some teenage blond girl kicks the asses of three muggers in the Bronx, and you already think it's Helga?"
„No, I think Buffy the Vampire Slayer is working in Bronx lately, and you must see the article! Jeesh, Dork Queen, of course it is Helga."
„But what are they doing in New York?" – Phoebe asked
„Erm... Running away maybe?" – Rhonda said, like she was talking to an idiot – „I asked my dad to call his connection to the police. One of the guys told the „mystery girl" referred to herself as „Old Betsy". I think she didn't refer to herself exactly, but that crook had problems listening, while she was beaten up by a seventeen year old girl." „So what? Tell Mr. Pataki, or the police..."
„No. Like it or not, we are Helga's best friends. We have to take her back. I want you to take this week out. We go there and talk some sense into those empty heads. I'm sure your grades are good enough already, for this little break." „I don't know..."
„C'mon Dork Queen!" – Rhonda said – „Get into the car, we're going to your place for your stuff and we're on our way." Phoebe just stood there now knowing what to do.
„Eh, what the hell!" – she said as she entered the car.
„That's the spirit Dork Queen!" – Rhonda said.
„One thing Rhonda." –Phoebe said – „If you ever call me „Dork Queen" again, I'll eat of your pretty face from your frickin' skull."
There was dead silence in the car. Rhonda couldn't believe what she heard – such words coming out of the mouth of the sweet, little, harmless Phoebe.
„Wha..."
„You heard me. " – Phoebe said. As the moment of shock passed, Rhonda answered with a move of her shoulder.
„Fair enough." – she said as she started the engine. – „Hey Phoebe... Under this mild mannered nerd appearance you are a sick-sick little girl, aren't you?" – she asked. Phoebe looked at her with a little smile in the corner of her mouth.
„You have no idea." – Phoebe answered. She wondered, how can they help Helga, if they will probably kill each other after the first four miles.
NEXT: Teenage Wasteland
What happened to Arnold and Helga
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Bob begins his own journey for her daughter