OK before you guys start asking questions, if you read the reviews, you will know that I am rewriting this story because as a very helpful reviewer pointed out, it is a bit rushed and lacking. So as you can see this is the rewritten and more detailed version of the story. I haven't rewritten chapter 2 yet,and just deleted it so I could redo it sooo...

P.s I don't own hey Arnold or his characters, sadly Craig Bartlett does.

New beginnings and sexual tensions rewritten chapter 1

I walked along the sidewalk slowly, unsure and uncaring of where I was actually going. Not that it mattered all that much, since I really had no where to go anyways. I thought back to earlier in the day, to the stupid move that had gotten me kicked out.

I woke up with a sigh, knowing what today was going to be like. I would go downstairs find Miriam passed out somewhere, most likely in the living room. I shook off those thoughts. It's not like going over the day would be helpful for my 'good mood' anyways. I dressed, not really paying attention to what I put on and made my way downstairs. I raided the fridge, totally ignoring Miriam who was dozing off at the kitchen table. My annoyance maounted even higher, after finding nothing but bottled margaritas and smoothie makings in the fridge. Ok so i'll eat breakfast at the diner. They may give me a free meal or a frequent visitors card. I scoffed and grabbed my bag and made for the front door, only to stop when a loud crash sounded.

"Fuck! Miriam!" Dropping my book bag, I raced into the kitchen and helped Miriam who thankfully hadn't hurt herself, and took her into the livingroom. You'd think that i'd go with the typical response after something like this right? Nope. I got pissed. Real pissed. "That's it. I'm cutting you off. This has got to be the worst you've ever been.

"Oh, don't do that dear. I just...uh...tripped is all."

I ignored her as she followed me into the kitchen. I was on a mission, a foolish one I knew but my anger and frustration controlled me. I was beyond caring. Miriam could be such an amazing woman if just just quick drinking. I had proof too! She had given up smoothies when I was nine and taken over Bobs store, and even did a lot better than Bob himself! But the minute she got better, the jealous prick took over again. Not even offering her a position at his store. Don't get me wrong, I was totally worried about Miriam but I think thats what drove my unreasonable actions.

I placed all her alcohol on the counter before opening each and ever one and began pouring them out. Not long after Miriam stopped mumbling and trying to get her alcohol back, Bob walked in, his face turning red within seconds. "What the fuck are you doing Olga!"

My anger boiled over. "ME? What am I doing? Are you serious right now?"

"You know what this is going to do to your Mother Girl?! Holy Fuck."

"NO way in hell are you gonna tell me how what i'm doing is bad... this...SHIT... is POISONING MY MOTHER!"

"I don't give a fuck!" His face faltered at the words that just left his mouth. I knew that he didn't mean what he said, but I was too far gone to even care.

"You are pathetic, saying something like that. How can you not care, when she is slowly DYING in front of you, you fucking ass-" His face filled with fury, and suddenly he was right in front of me, his hand painfully gripping my jaw with bruising force.

"Don't you EVER say that about your mother Helga." It didn't register how bad the situation had gotten once he called me by my given name. "Taking that away from her will make her go insane. She is an addict Helga!"

"No SHIT sherlock. You need to be the one instead of me getting off your ass and helping-"

"Get out. Pack your bag and get out. I will not tolerate being told or implyed to that I do not care for your mother. You have ten minutes to pack your bag and get out of my FUCKING HOUSEi kind! NOW!" Fear raced through me, and I raced up the stairs, grabbing the first duffel bag i came across and stuffing things in. My father had just kicked me out, and it was all my fault.

I shook my self out of my thoughts and plopped down on the bark bench I had unknowingly approached. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't ask Phoebe for help, she's already helped me out enough through out the years, and I definitely couldn't talk to Arnold. I was in a bad place and I was totally unsure of what to do. I growled and pulled out my pink notebook and my purple pen, writing down my situation. I had come to realize, quite a while ago that along with writing poems about my non existent love life, writing down all that went on, or didn't in my life helped immensely.

I glanced at the clock on my phone and cursed. I had to get to school if I wanted to hide my bag in my locker in time. I raced to school and just managed to stuff my bag away and grab my books before I light tap on my shoulder startled me. Phoebe stood behind me smiling lightly. "Hello Helga. How are you doing today?"

"Fine Pheebs." Phoebe grimaced, but didn't say anything else. I kind of felt bad for the short answer but I didn't really care at the moment. I still had to come up with what I was going to do, or where I was going to stay. I couldn't stay in the park, where people, friends even could see and start to wonder. I could resort to living in a shelter, but I seriously didn't want to do that. The day passed by in a blur. Phoebe had tried quite a few times to get my attention, and ever Gerald had tried a couple times. I completely avoided Arnold. I knew he would try and get out of me what had happened,and little did I know that they had quite the idea. I didn't notice until later on that there was a dark bruise on my jaw. I knew it was my fault because of what I said but I just couldn't quite keep the anger at a low. I just boiled and couldn't help the anger at Bob for for doing this. For babying Miriam and allowing her to poison herself like that. Yeah, he cared for her, that much was obvious. But he had a real funny way of showing it. I slammed my fist against the locker, startling a few students close by. I ignored them and yanked my bag out of my locker, and rushed towards the front door.

I didn't get to far though, before a hand landed on my shoulder. "Helga?"

"What?!" I instantly felt bad, after seeing who it was. Arnold watched me carefully, not quite masking the hurt yet knowing look in his eyes. I sighed and dropped my head for a second, getting my act together. I didn't want him to know anything was up. "What's up football head?

"Are you doing OK, Helga? You don't seem quite like yourself today. And whats with the duffel bag?"

Avoiding the last question, I gave a small smile and said,"I'm fine football head.", before turning around and leaving the school. I'd find something to do. Step one? Find a bed for the night. Step two? Find a job that will pay enough for a cheap room.

Hope you guys liked this chapter much better, if you have any constructive critisms please leave them in the reviews, and tell me what you think of the new version of chapter 1 R&R thanks guys:)

P.S I mean helpful reviews...not rude ones...thanks...