They are now in fifth grade, and I don't own Hey Arnold. I hope someone enjoys this, but I doubt they will, since I'm the one that wrote it. Oh well, I shouldn't be a pessimist, should I?
A blonde girl and a ebony haired girl sat next to each other on a bench in a playground. The blonde was talking, and the ebony haired girl was nodding her head and listening. The blonde got through talking, and the other girl began to talk instead.
"Well, Helga, I appreciate your benevolence, but I'm afraid I can't stay overnight this coming week. I'm going with my mother and father to a family reunion that week."
"Ah, crimany! I ask Bob for an hour to see if you can come over, and I finally get him to say yes, but you already have plans? Well this week of summer vacation is sure going to be a fun one."
"I'm sorry Helga, but I already planned on it."
Helga stood up and turned around to her best friend Phoebe to help her up. "No, it's alright Pheebs. I can always just find something to do that could possibly be fun. Course, that will be pretty hard since you won't be there." she smirked, making Phoebe chuckle and wrap her arms around her best friend.
"Yes, I'm positive you'll find something to do while I'm away. At least ICE CREAM will still be here." she said, and Helga rolled her eyes.
"Yeah right, I bet he has plans like everyone else. Probably going to go to some goody-two-shoes convention." she said, causing her Asian friend to laugh, and pull away from her.
"Oh Helga, stop it! He might hear you!" she said, and motioned over her shoulder to the said boy. Helga rolled her eyes, and wrapped her arm over Phoebe, directing them both somewhere unknown.
"Come on Pheebs, you know that he's too dense to figure out that I'm talking about him." she laughed, and Phoebe lightly hit the top of Helga's head, giggling like mad.
"Helga, stop it!"
"Still afraid he'll hear us and amazingly jump out of his denseness for a minute and realize we're talking about him, huh Pheebs? Don't worry, the impossible hardly ever happens."
By this time Phoebe was almost falling down from giggling so much. But Helga luckily had a good grip on her, so she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Finally, after a few minutes, Phoebe caught her breath, and was walking normally beside Helga down the halls of P.S.118.
Suddenly, they heard a voice calling to them. They spun around and saw a girl running towards them, waving her arms around frantically. She looked like she was in the fourth grade. She had long straight brunette hair in down pigtails held with tiny blue bows, and green eyes. She had on a teal tank top with a pink heart in the middle of it, a pink and purple plaid skirt, and black tennis shoes. Her head was about the shape of Phoebe's.
"Hey! You girls look like you know the way around this place pretty well. Can you tell me where Mr. Simmons' classroom is?" she asked, as she stopped in front of Helga and Phoebe. She looked back and forth between them, noticing that they were looking at her slightly funny.
"Yeah. Follow us, we'll bring you to the correct classroom." Phoebe said, smiling. Helga snorted, and crossed her arms.
"You must be new here, huh? Forth grade?" she asked, and the girl nodded her head, smiling.
"Yeah. I am new here. I just moved here with my parents a few days ago. And I am in the fourth grade. And, I was just wondering, who're you? I'm Alana-" just before she could say her last name, Curly came running through, screaming 'FREE ALL THE ANIMALS AT THE ZOO!!! THEY DESERVE TO BE FREE JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO!!' like a lunatic, and waving his arms around. Alana looked at Helga and Phoebe strangely. "Who on earth was that?"
Helga rolled her eyes. "That was just Curly. He's in the fifth grade like me, so you don't have to worry about him. Unless it's trash can day, then beware." she said, and looked at Alana to her with a questioning look. "Never mind. Anyway, about your question, I'm Helga Pataki, and this is Phoebe Hyerdohl."
"You're in the fifth grade? I should have figured." Alana said, hanging her head down, and crossing her arms across her chest. "For some reason I haven't found a single fourth grade in this entire school. What are they, imperceptible?" she looked up to see Helga and Phoebe with a look of shock on their faces. "What?"
"You speak like me." Phoebe said, her face returning to normal. Alana's mouth formed into an oh shape. "Or, actually, more like this one boy we know, named Arnold."
Alana nodded her head, her mouth still in the oh shape. "Oh. Well, anyway, weren't you guys going to show me where Mr. Simmons' classroom is?" she asked, and Phoebe nodded her head, walking with Helga in the correct direction.
They turned a corner, and Helga ran into someone, knocking her down. Alana blinked at the person that Helga had run into. He looked strangely familiar, like she had seen him, but didn't know his name. "Arnold!? Uh, I mean, watch where you're going, football head!" Helga said, after she had sat up and noticed who was sitting in front of her. 'Arnold. I've heard that name before...' Alana thought, her eyebrows furrowing in thought.
"Oh, sorry Helga." he said, standing up, and sticking out his hand to help her up. Like usual, she pushed it away, and helped herself get up. Then Arnold noticed Alana. "Hi. I'm Arnold, who're you?"
"I'm Alana. Nice to meet you, Arnold. Hmm... I've heard my mom mention an Arnold before..." Alana said, mumbling the last part to herself, furrowing her eyebrows. Then, she thought of something. "I know where I heard your name before!" she said, smiling, and Arnold looked at her strangely. "It was my mom's dad's name! Ha, I knew I recognized that name. But... for some strange reason, I think I've heard of another Arnold..."
"Well, I better be getting to class. See you there, Helga, Phoebe." Arnold said as he walked to Mr. Pakenham's classroom.
Helga, Phoebe, and Alana all began walking towards Mr. Simmons' classroom, talking about several things. But, all that time, Alana only had one thing on her mind. 'Where have I heard of an Arnold other than grandpa?'