Yeah, so this is my first fan fic. Read, review, all that stuff, I DO NOT appreciate pure flamming, constructive criticism is fine. I don't own Arnold, no one owns him for he is iternal...
Part 1:
Once again, I felt a disgusting piece of chewed up paper hit the back of my neck. I am somewhat getting to the point where I'm just going to snap at her one day. I really don't want to, but I don't even know if I can control myself. It's not like I wouldn't have a justified reason to do it. It's been going on six years! I don't even remember when I first met her, she's just been following me, tormenting me like some gremlin for what seems like my whole.
'Arnold: Cut it out Helga..
'Helga: Why don't you try and make me Football-head
'Arnold: Whatever
No sense going bonkers today. Principal Wartz had FINALLY agreed to start a co-ed baseball club. The Principle from the High School had been bugging him about this almost all year, and Wartz finally gave in. There really wasn't anything to say, almost every kid in P.S. 118 plays baseball. All kids that wanted to join were to meet at the High School Baseball Field after school to get into teams and stuff.
'Gerald: Man Arnold, this is gonna be a great season, isn't it? First time we get to show 'off our baseball skills to the public.
I nodded and smiled. Spring was just starting and it was a beautiful day. No flowers yet, but the buds were definitely growing. The pigeons were coming back too, we saw two picking at the ground for food. The field was just ahead of us, and we immediately heard what sounded like an audience for an opera coming from the field.
The place was PACKED with kids, from all the upper and lower grades. Wolfgang and his cronies were the first to meet us.
'Wolfgang: Well if it isn't weird shaped head kid. Boy are we gonna womp your sorry 'butts all the way back to kindergarten.
'Voice: I don't think that will be happening.
'Wolfgang: Principal Wartz! I, uh, we were just egging these kids on, you know get them 'in the spirit.
'Wartz: Well I actually won't have to be worrying about your grade wars on this field. 'Fourth graders will be competing with other fourth graders ONLY. Now run along, get 'to the grade booths, the fifth grade is over that way, the fourth over that way. There's 'way too many kids here. I knew this was a bad idea, oh excuse me son, hey watch where 'your going!"
'Wolfgang: You better not be anywhere near this field when it's our time to practice 'shrimps!
He and his cronies stormed away.
'Wolfgang. Do you think we're going to have to deal with them any time this season?
'Gerald: I certainly hope not, come on, let's go.
Mr. Simmons was standing in front of the fourth graders booth, trying not to fall down as dozens of kids were signing up. We walked up casually through the ruckus and signed our names. Everyone from our class was there, and some people from other classes too.
Mr. Simmons jumped up the booth and started his speech,
'Simmons: Ok everyone, it's four thirty, I hope you've all signed up. I'm going to 'randomly assign your teams so everything's fair.
The whole group groaned.
'Simmons: Ok, on team 4a, are Gerald, Rhonda, Arnold, Stinky, Lorenzo, Phoebe, and Lila.
'Helga: Wait a second Simmons. How the heck are we supposed to play with only seven 'players?
'Simmons: Ummm, well, the PTA decided that they would exclude some of the more,
'unnecessary positions so no one would feel left out. Anyway, team 4a, head over to third 'base to wait for your coach"
All of us strolled out to the base, except Rhonda.
'Rhonda: Why am I not paired with Nadine? I simply must be paired with Nadine Mr. 'Simmons!!!
'Simmons: Well Rhonda, I supposed I could change the list real quick...
'Wartz: Absolutely Not!!! We spent three hours picking out those teams Simmons...!
Huh?? That didn't make any sense.
'Arnold: Pardon me Principal Wartz sir, but Mr. Simmons said it was a random choice, 'and didn't we all just sign up?
Both Simmons and Wartz looked at each other strangely.
'Simmons: Well you see Arnold, I can't answer that question, it's between the 'PTA and us.
Obviously a million questions popped up, but the adults refused to speak of it any further.
After much whining, Rhonda was convinced to go, and we all sat down around 3rd base.
'Rhonda: What on earth could the PTA have possibly have been doing with the teams.
'Me: Its very strange. How'd they know who was going to be signing up?
'Unknown: I'll answer that!!!
We all turned around to look at the speaker.
'Gerald: Oh god...
'Rhonda: Not again...
Coach Wittenburg was hustling up to us, clipboard, whistle, large figure, and all. Behind him was a young woman. She had a very pretty face, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Most of the boys immediately got wide-eyed, I, of coursed, cared much more about Lila,
I don't fall in love that easy you know.
'Wittenberg: You see, I knew all of you would be signing up, so I thought I might as well 'get back together with my old team, you know. Oh, and this is Miss Ferely.
'Ferely: Frelia coach.
'Wittenberg: Oh yes Frelia, Miss Amanda Frelia, right? Good. She's from the High School 'Girl's Baseball team..
'Frelia: Softball team.
'Wittenberg: Oh yeah, right.
'Frelia: But don't worry. We're playing baseball. I hope this is a fun experience for all of 'you, I'm sure you'll all want to join the Baseball or Softball teams in a couple of years.
'Wittenberg: Yesss... Now, Miss Ferelian
'Frelia: Frelia.
'Wittenberg: Yesss... Could you please hand out the practice schedules. Our first meeting
'will be here at 5 o'clock tomorrow. That's all, dismissed!
Everyone was leaving, but coach wanted me to stay afterwards and talk to him, in private.
'Wittenberg: Before I even start coaching, I'm gonna ask for your help Arnold.
'Arnold: What do you think I can do?
Coach gave me a strange look.
'Arnold: All right, all right, I'll make sure you don't make everyone mad and quit the team, 'as usual.
'Wittenberg: Oh thank you Arnold, you know what, I'll make you pitcher...
'Arnold: Why don't you wait to see how I play?
'Wittenberg: Oh, yes, well of course...
I knew this was gonna be a long season.
Part 1:
Once again, I felt a disgusting piece of chewed up paper hit the back of my neck. I am somewhat getting to the point where I'm just going to snap at her one day. I really don't want to, but I don't even know if I can control myself. It's not like I wouldn't have a justified reason to do it. It's been going on six years! I don't even remember when I first met her, she's just been following me, tormenting me like some gremlin for what seems like my whole.
'Arnold: Cut it out Helga..
'Helga: Why don't you try and make me Football-head
'Arnold: Whatever
No sense going bonkers today. Principal Wartz had FINALLY agreed to start a co-ed baseball club. The Principle from the High School had been bugging him about this almost all year, and Wartz finally gave in. There really wasn't anything to say, almost every kid in P.S. 118 plays baseball. All kids that wanted to join were to meet at the High School Baseball Field after school to get into teams and stuff.
'Gerald: Man Arnold, this is gonna be a great season, isn't it? First time we get to show 'off our baseball skills to the public.
I nodded and smiled. Spring was just starting and it was a beautiful day. No flowers yet, but the buds were definitely growing. The pigeons were coming back too, we saw two picking at the ground for food. The field was just ahead of us, and we immediately heard what sounded like an audience for an opera coming from the field.
The place was PACKED with kids, from all the upper and lower grades. Wolfgang and his cronies were the first to meet us.
'Wolfgang: Well if it isn't weird shaped head kid. Boy are we gonna womp your sorry 'butts all the way back to kindergarten.
'Voice: I don't think that will be happening.
'Wolfgang: Principal Wartz! I, uh, we were just egging these kids on, you know get them 'in the spirit.
'Wartz: Well I actually won't have to be worrying about your grade wars on this field. 'Fourth graders will be competing with other fourth graders ONLY. Now run along, get 'to the grade booths, the fifth grade is over that way, the fourth over that way. There's 'way too many kids here. I knew this was a bad idea, oh excuse me son, hey watch where 'your going!"
'Wolfgang: You better not be anywhere near this field when it's our time to practice 'shrimps!
He and his cronies stormed away.
'Wolfgang. Do you think we're going to have to deal with them any time this season?
'Gerald: I certainly hope not, come on, let's go.
Mr. Simmons was standing in front of the fourth graders booth, trying not to fall down as dozens of kids were signing up. We walked up casually through the ruckus and signed our names. Everyone from our class was there, and some people from other classes too.
Mr. Simmons jumped up the booth and started his speech,
'Simmons: Ok everyone, it's four thirty, I hope you've all signed up. I'm going to 'randomly assign your teams so everything's fair.
The whole group groaned.
'Simmons: Ok, on team 4a, are Gerald, Rhonda, Arnold, Stinky, Lorenzo, Phoebe, and Lila.
'Helga: Wait a second Simmons. How the heck are we supposed to play with only seven 'players?
'Simmons: Ummm, well, the PTA decided that they would exclude some of the more,
'unnecessary positions so no one would feel left out. Anyway, team 4a, head over to third 'base to wait for your coach"
All of us strolled out to the base, except Rhonda.
'Rhonda: Why am I not paired with Nadine? I simply must be paired with Nadine Mr. 'Simmons!!!
'Simmons: Well Rhonda, I supposed I could change the list real quick...
'Wartz: Absolutely Not!!! We spent three hours picking out those teams Simmons...!
Huh?? That didn't make any sense.
'Arnold: Pardon me Principal Wartz sir, but Mr. Simmons said it was a random choice, 'and didn't we all just sign up?
Both Simmons and Wartz looked at each other strangely.
'Simmons: Well you see Arnold, I can't answer that question, it's between the 'PTA and us.
Obviously a million questions popped up, but the adults refused to speak of it any further.
After much whining, Rhonda was convinced to go, and we all sat down around 3rd base.
'Rhonda: What on earth could the PTA have possibly have been doing with the teams.
'Me: Its very strange. How'd they know who was going to be signing up?
'Unknown: I'll answer that!!!
We all turned around to look at the speaker.
'Gerald: Oh god...
'Rhonda: Not again...
Coach Wittenburg was hustling up to us, clipboard, whistle, large figure, and all. Behind him was a young woman. She had a very pretty face, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Most of the boys immediately got wide-eyed, I, of coursed, cared much more about Lila,
I don't fall in love that easy you know.
'Wittenberg: You see, I knew all of you would be signing up, so I thought I might as well 'get back together with my old team, you know. Oh, and this is Miss Ferely.
'Ferely: Frelia coach.
'Wittenberg: Oh yes Frelia, Miss Amanda Frelia, right? Good. She's from the High School 'Girl's Baseball team..
'Frelia: Softball team.
'Wittenberg: Oh yeah, right.
'Frelia: But don't worry. We're playing baseball. I hope this is a fun experience for all of 'you, I'm sure you'll all want to join the Baseball or Softball teams in a couple of years.
'Wittenberg: Yesss... Now, Miss Ferelian
'Frelia: Frelia.
'Wittenberg: Yesss... Could you please hand out the practice schedules. Our first meeting
'will be here at 5 o'clock tomorrow. That's all, dismissed!
Everyone was leaving, but coach wanted me to stay afterwards and talk to him, in private.
'Wittenberg: Before I even start coaching, I'm gonna ask for your help Arnold.
'Arnold: What do you think I can do?
Coach gave me a strange look.
'Arnold: All right, all right, I'll make sure you don't make everyone mad and quit the team, 'as usual.
'Wittenberg: Oh thank you Arnold, you know what, I'll make you pitcher...
'Arnold: Why don't you wait to see how I play?
'Wittenberg: Oh, yes, well of course...
I knew this was gonna be a long season.