A/N: Hey guys! Rika here. I just wanna say thanks for takin' a look at my little tidbit here. This will probably be my first published write EVER, and my first real fic. I've been planning on writing a fic for awhile but never felt good enough. I'm in Creative Writing at school, so I hope that maybe my writing will grow and it'll reflect here. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this little intro thing. See ya at the end!
Also thanks to The Winged Dragon Of Blah. Here's a mustache face just for you :{D
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing or any of the characters in this fic. I'm just playing with Craig's toys ;)
Helga Pataki slammed her door shut and threw herself on the couch, lying down. She was absolutely exhausted. The school days were more and more tiring, which is to be expected when one is even more constantly coming in contact with the object of their affections, and must be on their toes at all times to avoid any slipups. Helga replayed the day in her mind and hid her face in the couch cushion, which smelled faintly of feet and fruit juice. It was a wondrous day, filled with little interactions with Arnold. She was as of late trying to be at least a tiny bit more civil to him. He was after all the one she loved, and moving to the fifth grade and turning 10 was a good reason to be a bit more mature. But the more she tried, the harder it was to keep from lashing out at him. But you know what they say, old habits die hard.
Too tired to continue reliving the day and definitely too tired too try and engage in any mental activity whatsoever, Helga decided that some mindless television was in order. She sat up and switched on the television after finding the remote on the armrest of the couch and then throwing it aside. She really wished she hadn't when she saw that the science channel was on her TV, playing a documentary about time and space.
"Criminy! Could Bob have been watching a channel any more boring?" Helga muttered rolling her eyes. "Besides, he doesn't really seem to be the smart type." She didn't really feel like fetching the remote again and flipping through channels, so she decided to watch. A professor that looked like an Einstein wannabe was talking about the possibility of time travel. He said that it wasn't very, if at all, possible. At this, Helga scoffed. "Oh, please! I bet time travel is more than possible! I bet Pheebs could even build a time machine!" "How about-" She was interrupted by a huge yawn "I promise my future self that if time machines are ever invented in my lifetime, I come right back to this moment." She lazily looked around somewhat expectantly, and when nothing happened, she shrugged and made herself comfortable on the couch and went to sleep. She hadn't been sleeping long, however, when a bright flash of light followed by a thump had come from upstairs.
A/N: So how was it? Please leave a review! Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. :P See ya later!
~Rika