Some of you may have already read this, if you have, you're welcome to read it again. It was originally "Change". I changed the name, edited a little, added somethings here and there, and wrote more. But that's later. I've been asked many times to finish this story. Well, it was finished but you people just liked it so much I felt the need to continue. Procrastination got the best of me, but it's amazing what the boredom of summer can compel one to do! This is the prologue, just a little intro into the story I'm about to tell you.

Disclaimer: Blah blah you know I don't own Hey Arnold. The idea was mine though.

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2 Rhetorical Questions

2.1 What if…



2.1.1 By: Christina

2.1.1.1 Prologue

He was at the back of the room. She smiled shyly and kept her head down. He could see her looking at him. He smiled back and tried to make his way through the crowd. She saw him chasing after her and decided to play a little hard to get. She dodged through the people, stopping every so often to look at him and smile. He followed her, getting frustrated. The girl herself didn't know why she was dodging him. Suddenly she stopped and turned around. He was right in front of her. He kissed her, long and hard. She kissed him back, and then the picture got fuzzy.

She woke up.

"Not that dream again!" She muttered to herself. She pulled herself out of bed and wondered over to the shower.

Helga was a troubled woman. All her childhood she had been shunned by her parents, called her other sister's name, never praised and she never even got an "I love you" out of them. She loved them, but was not loved back. That feeling had eaten her heart, yet she stayed nice to every one. Not one person who knew her hated her.

She was missing love though. Sure, she had had boyfriends. Helga was a beautiful young lady, but they were not love. She was looking for someone… someone like that man in her dream. The young man with the football head.

But she hadn't found him. She had been looking for him ever since she was three.

It began on a cold and rainy day…

~~ Flashback~~

Helga was walking to school in the rain. Her parents wouldn't drive her to preschool. The rain drenched her pink bow and her pink dress was soaked. A car drove by and splashed mud on her.

A little boy with a funny shaped head smiled at her, but her dad pulled up in a cab beside her.

"Sorry Helga but Olga wants us to move near her in L.A. Hop in the cab Helga."

Helga looked sadly at the young boy and stepped in the cab.

~~End Flashback~~

Ever since that day Helga had been searching for the young boy to love her. But where was he and why couldn't she be with him? Helga had to push these thoughts away; after all she was nearly 22 and couldn't be plagued with these childish thoughts.