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Okay you all, this is my first fanfic... I really hope you enjoy. Read on! WARNING! There is a lot of anti-Lila parts, so Lila fans, beware. They are older now, about 20 some thing I hope that doesn't bother you too much. here it is, enjoy!
Her keys clattered as she opened her front door. She stepped in and shut the door behind her. She wiped her feet and hung her long Grey coat and hung it on the coat hanger, which stood beside her. She set her keys on the mantle and poured herself some Yahoo soda. This was her home. She glanced up at the wall at her reflection in a gold rimmed plaque reading 'The Bluehill Award for Best Author of the Year is hereby presented to H.G Pataki." Her eyes turned away from the writing and onto her dispelling self staring back at her. Her loose shoulder length hair was swept behind one ear and her hair hung close to the face on the other side. Her eyes suddenly caught glimpse of the mail, which set awkwardly in the mail chute. She read through them quickly, separating the junk from the bills when she came upon a rather plain looking letter. She raised an eyebrow (she has TWO) and opened the letter as she sat down at the table, casually sipping her yahoo.
Dear Ms. Pataki It is shown that you attended Ps 118 from kindergarten to Sixth grade. You have been Invited to the PS 118 school reunion Saturday, March 10th at 5:00 p.m. Dinner will be Provided. This will give you a chance to catch up with friends from you elementary school. Hope to see you there! PS 118
Helga sat her letter down as she remembered her years at PS 118. Her parents. Her teachers. Her classmates. She chuckled slightly as the long ignored memories came seeping back. Stinky, Sid, Geraldo? No, wait. Gerald, Pheobe,.Arnold. She stood and walked to her bedroom, setting the letter on her neatly done bed, and opened her closets' sliding doors. Once open, she moved her clothes aside. Where was it? Aha! There it is! She reached out on tiptoe to the top of the closet and took out a rather dusty little cardboard box. She set it on her bed and sighed slightly as she opened the box and peered inside. She reached inside and pulled out a chain. A chain on which was an old locket containing the picture of Arnold. She carefully swept the dust from Arnold smiling face. She put the locket aside and pulled out a rather large pink bow. She had abandoned several years before, when she left her parents house and moved miles a way to a smaller, quieter town (and that's saying something) to do more writing. She had already published two books, both which had had mixed reviews, but those who liked them, LOVED them. She quickly went through the box. Each object bringing more memories. Some fond. Some not. She gazed at the locket of Arnold. His half smile melting her like it had so many years before. She ripped her gaze from him, stared at the letter and sank into thought.
Arnold sat on his bed with his head resting limply in his hands. Lila was having another one of her sewing-tea-parties again. "And then the Pigmy says." Arnold heard Lila giggle. "Don't you dare sniff that Goose!" Arnold mouthed along with his fiancée on the punchline. 5 or 6 of her friends exploded into annoying giggles even though they had heard that same joke a million times before. He yawned a bored yawn as he lay back in his bed. He turned his head so that it faced the bookshelf. I t was clattered wit books with titles like "The loveliest Garden of Posies." And "The Simply Adorable Gosling" Arnold rolled his eyes. This is what he'd always wanted. A life with Lila. He never dreamed it would be this.boring. Arnold's eye caught the corner of a thick black book wedged in the almost non-existent space between the bookshelf and the wall. He got on his hands and knees and wedged the book out of its tight space. 'Here it is!' he thought as he marveled the black cover and the big bold gold Title. "The Escape To Nowhere' and other poems by H.G Pataki" Arnold unfolded the crinkled pages and started to read the page.
Sweet is my love to thee Sweet through pain And misery--- "Arnold Dear!" He kept his eyes on the page as he called back, "Yes?" "Do come here, Arnold."He folded the corner of the page as a bookmark and reluctantly rose from the bed. Lila and her friends were all crocheting blankets out of bright pastel yarn. "Could you get the mail dear." Lila sighed. He got the mail and began to sort it. " So, any way Lila, Miss Patoochi is writing a new book I hear." Arnold's attention shot to Lila who wore a nervous face and forced a smile. " well.." she said, still straining a mock-polite smile. "Lets just hope it is not as bad as her poems." "It's a good book."Arnold protested. "Secret love, Misery, analogies, witty poems. I perfer 'The lovliest Garden of Posies' any time!" scoffed one of her friends. Arnold continued to sort the mail. Lila was talking very fast as he came apon a rather plain looking letter. "Or even the" "Lila! We've been invited to" "Arnold." she said in an annoyingly calm voice. "you're interrupting.Go right ahead though." Her friends showered her with adoring looks as they sneered at Arnold as he continued to Lila. "we have been invited to the PS 118 school reunion on Saturday." "oooh.we cant Arnold. I have a sewing meeting to attend to." Her friends nodded in agreement toward Arnold. He really wished they'd leave. He sighed as he tossed the letter on the table. "oh, and get us another spot of tea, dear."said Lila. "If you don't mind." chimed in one of Lila's friends. "oh, he doesn't." said Lila rather briskly. She shot him a dangerous smile as he entered the kitchen with empty pitcher in hand
Okay you all, this is my first fanfic... I really hope you enjoy. Read on! WARNING! There is a lot of anti-Lila parts, so Lila fans, beware. They are older now, about 20 some thing I hope that doesn't bother you too much. here it is, enjoy!
Her keys clattered as she opened her front door. She stepped in and shut the door behind her. She wiped her feet and hung her long Grey coat and hung it on the coat hanger, which stood beside her. She set her keys on the mantle and poured herself some Yahoo soda. This was her home. She glanced up at the wall at her reflection in a gold rimmed plaque reading 'The Bluehill Award for Best Author of the Year is hereby presented to H.G Pataki." Her eyes turned away from the writing and onto her dispelling self staring back at her. Her loose shoulder length hair was swept behind one ear and her hair hung close to the face on the other side. Her eyes suddenly caught glimpse of the mail, which set awkwardly in the mail chute. She read through them quickly, separating the junk from the bills when she came upon a rather plain looking letter. She raised an eyebrow (she has TWO) and opened the letter as she sat down at the table, casually sipping her yahoo.
Dear Ms. Pataki It is shown that you attended Ps 118 from kindergarten to Sixth grade. You have been Invited to the PS 118 school reunion Saturday, March 10th at 5:00 p.m. Dinner will be Provided. This will give you a chance to catch up with friends from you elementary school. Hope to see you there! PS 118
Helga sat her letter down as she remembered her years at PS 118. Her parents. Her teachers. Her classmates. She chuckled slightly as the long ignored memories came seeping back. Stinky, Sid, Geraldo? No, wait. Gerald, Pheobe,.Arnold. She stood and walked to her bedroom, setting the letter on her neatly done bed, and opened her closets' sliding doors. Once open, she moved her clothes aside. Where was it? Aha! There it is! She reached out on tiptoe to the top of the closet and took out a rather dusty little cardboard box. She set it on her bed and sighed slightly as she opened the box and peered inside. She reached inside and pulled out a chain. A chain on which was an old locket containing the picture of Arnold. She carefully swept the dust from Arnold smiling face. She put the locket aside and pulled out a rather large pink bow. She had abandoned several years before, when she left her parents house and moved miles a way to a smaller, quieter town (and that's saying something) to do more writing. She had already published two books, both which had had mixed reviews, but those who liked them, LOVED them. She quickly went through the box. Each object bringing more memories. Some fond. Some not. She gazed at the locket of Arnold. His half smile melting her like it had so many years before. She ripped her gaze from him, stared at the letter and sank into thought.
Arnold sat on his bed with his head resting limply in his hands. Lila was having another one of her sewing-tea-parties again. "And then the Pigmy says." Arnold heard Lila giggle. "Don't you dare sniff that Goose!" Arnold mouthed along with his fiancée on the punchline. 5 or 6 of her friends exploded into annoying giggles even though they had heard that same joke a million times before. He yawned a bored yawn as he lay back in his bed. He turned his head so that it faced the bookshelf. I t was clattered wit books with titles like "The loveliest Garden of Posies." And "The Simply Adorable Gosling" Arnold rolled his eyes. This is what he'd always wanted. A life with Lila. He never dreamed it would be this.boring. Arnold's eye caught the corner of a thick black book wedged in the almost non-existent space between the bookshelf and the wall. He got on his hands and knees and wedged the book out of its tight space. 'Here it is!' he thought as he marveled the black cover and the big bold gold Title. "The Escape To Nowhere' and other poems by H.G Pataki" Arnold unfolded the crinkled pages and started to read the page.
Sweet is my love to thee Sweet through pain And misery--- "Arnold Dear!" He kept his eyes on the page as he called back, "Yes?" "Do come here, Arnold."He folded the corner of the page as a bookmark and reluctantly rose from the bed. Lila and her friends were all crocheting blankets out of bright pastel yarn. "Could you get the mail dear." Lila sighed. He got the mail and began to sort it. " So, any way Lila, Miss Patoochi is writing a new book I hear." Arnold's attention shot to Lila who wore a nervous face and forced a smile. " well.." she said, still straining a mock-polite smile. "Lets just hope it is not as bad as her poems." "It's a good book."Arnold protested. "Secret love, Misery, analogies, witty poems. I perfer 'The lovliest Garden of Posies' any time!" scoffed one of her friends. Arnold continued to sort the mail. Lila was talking very fast as he came apon a rather plain looking letter. "Or even the" "Lila! We've been invited to" "Arnold." she said in an annoyingly calm voice. "you're interrupting.Go right ahead though." Her friends showered her with adoring looks as they sneered at Arnold as he continued to Lila. "we have been invited to the PS 118 school reunion on Saturday." "oooh.we cant Arnold. I have a sewing meeting to attend to." Her friends nodded in agreement toward Arnold. He really wished they'd leave. He sighed as he tossed the letter on the table. "oh, and get us another spot of tea, dear."said Lila. "If you don't mind." chimed in one of Lila's friends. "oh, he doesn't." said Lila rather briskly. She shot him a dangerous smile as he entered the kitchen with empty pitcher in hand