Graduation
Chapter 1:
Preparation
Helga's POV:
'I look like a moron.' That's what Helga thought as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in Phoebe's room. It was prom and she
was dressed up. She was wearing a floor-length silk gown. It was strapless and emerald green. She was wearing silver eye shadow with
mascara, eyeliner and a subtle pink blush. Her golden hair, cascading gracefully down her back, was in soft curls. Phoebe came up
beside her best friend.
"You look gorgeous, Helga," she said.
"Do not," Helga argued, turning to her, "Now, you, on the other hand, are going to knock tall-hair boy dead." Phoebe blushed. Helga
smiled. Gerald had asked Phoebe to prom a week ago. Now him, her, Helga and Arnold were all going. Helga looked Phoebe over. She
did look beautiful. She was wearing a strapless royal blue gown. It was the perfect color for her. Her thick, luscious black hair was falling
down her back. The doorbell rang. "And that will be him now," Helga murmured. The girls walked down the stairs. Phoebe opened the
door. Gerald stood in the doorway, staring at Phoebe.
"You looked beautiful," he breathed out. His eyes traveled to look at Helga. Gerald's eyes widened. "Gees," he muttered. Helga rolled
her eyes.
"Let's just go," she muttered.
A/N: I know this was kind of a pointless chapter, but I am getting to the point.