"This Is How It Is"
By: ~*I Love You*~
A/N: my very first Fanfic! Please give me your opinions; especially flame's; I like to know what I am doing wrong ^_~
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"There" Helga smiles and rereads the poem she just added to her pink book. "Why must I torture myself with loving someone who pays me no heed, for on the outside it seems as though I loathe him but he not knowing that deep down I love him…I love Arnold"
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-ring- "Damn alarm clock..." Helga sigh's as she awakens in her pink loving room.
Sleepily, she wakes up and puts on her pink dress; slightly updated, more adult, from her childhood one and puts on her ties her pink bow around her ankle.
Everyone always wonders, some ask, why she wears it everyday on her ankle. Her excuse is that she just loves it, but no one knows the truth…that she really wears it because it links her to Arnold.
The first day she met him he said he liked it, so why not wear it? Her one true love likes it.
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"Helga I've been thinking..." Phoebe starts as they start to walk to school. "Ya?" Helga replies. "Well you're poetry is really good and…." –
Yes Helga let Phoebe read her poetry. Not any of the ones that read the name she dare not speak in them, just the ones that talks about some unknown childhood love…
"-and I think you should read it at a poetry reading"
"Phoebe what a crazy idea."
"Why not? It can't be of stage fright, because of you sure didn't get any in our 4th grade play."
"No it's not stage fright. I just think it's silly for people to pour their passion out to complete strangers."
"Please Helga, just think about it"
"Alright"
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"So I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime" Arnold asked
"umm...ya, that would be nice; call me later tonight I got to get to class" Carrie replies
"I will. Talk to you later, bye"
Helga witnessing the whole thing just goes on with her usual thought:
No big surprise here-Arnold is free to ask whoever he wants out. Even though he hasn't really asked anyone before…I mean me, I don't go out with anyone I'm saving myself as a dating virgin until the right person asks me; namely Arnold.
"Hey Helga" Arnold said interrupting Helga's thought
"Hey football head"
Arnolds thought; why must she still call me by that? Oh well at least she doesn't push me down or spit spitballs at me anymore...but its not likes she's really nice to me either.
"Not that I would know of course but I never knew you liked Carrie"
"She's nice; I don't really love her though-"
Just at that Helga cut's him off-happily of course
"No more information let's just leave it at that I have to go to class"
"…Alright. Bye"
Arnold thought; that was weird.
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A/N= I'm so bad at ending chapters. So…is it that bad? Please review, I'll review back. By the way the future poetry I add is mine!
By: ~*I Love You*~
A/N: my very first Fanfic! Please give me your opinions; especially flame's; I like to know what I am doing wrong ^_~
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"There" Helga smiles and rereads the poem she just added to her pink book. "Why must I torture myself with loving someone who pays me no heed, for on the outside it seems as though I loathe him but he not knowing that deep down I love him…I love Arnold"
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-ring- "Damn alarm clock..." Helga sigh's as she awakens in her pink loving room.
Sleepily, she wakes up and puts on her pink dress; slightly updated, more adult, from her childhood one and puts on her ties her pink bow around her ankle.
Everyone always wonders, some ask, why she wears it everyday on her ankle. Her excuse is that she just loves it, but no one knows the truth…that she really wears it because it links her to Arnold.
The first day she met him he said he liked it, so why not wear it? Her one true love likes it.
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"Helga I've been thinking..." Phoebe starts as they start to walk to school. "Ya?" Helga replies. "Well you're poetry is really good and…." –
Yes Helga let Phoebe read her poetry. Not any of the ones that read the name she dare not speak in them, just the ones that talks about some unknown childhood love…
"-and I think you should read it at a poetry reading"
"Phoebe what a crazy idea."
"Why not? It can't be of stage fright, because of you sure didn't get any in our 4th grade play."
"No it's not stage fright. I just think it's silly for people to pour their passion out to complete strangers."
"Please Helga, just think about it"
"Alright"
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"So I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime" Arnold asked
"umm...ya, that would be nice; call me later tonight I got to get to class" Carrie replies
"I will. Talk to you later, bye"
Helga witnessing the whole thing just goes on with her usual thought:
No big surprise here-Arnold is free to ask whoever he wants out. Even though he hasn't really asked anyone before…I mean me, I don't go out with anyone I'm saving myself as a dating virgin until the right person asks me; namely Arnold.
"Hey Helga" Arnold said interrupting Helga's thought
"Hey football head"
Arnolds thought; why must she still call me by that? Oh well at least she doesn't push me down or spit spitballs at me anymore...but its not likes she's really nice to me either.
"Not that I would know of course but I never knew you liked Carrie"
"She's nice; I don't really love her though-"
Just at that Helga cut's him off-happily of course
"No more information let's just leave it at that I have to go to class"
"…Alright. Bye"
Arnold thought; that was weird.
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A/N= I'm so bad at ending chapters. So…is it that bad? Please review, I'll review back. By the way the future poetry I add is mine!