I don't own Hey Arnold! I only own the non-canon characters!
'Steady. Aim…'
FOOP!
A freshly chewed spit wad made a perfect hit on its target: the back of a football—shaped head with unruly yellow hair and a tiny blue baseball hat.
'Bull's-eye…'
Direct hit…as usual…
Right on cue, the owner of the oddly-shaped noggin shifted around in his seat swiftly to glare calmly but irritably at the blonde offender in pigtails.
The aforementioned offender hissed in seeming annoyance,
"What?"
The oddly head-shaped youth shook his head in silent exasperation at the blonde girl's antics before redirecting his attention to the teacher.
'Oh Arnold, you twit,' scoffed the blonde female mentally, 'you lovable, yet impossibly dense twit! If only there was a better way in which I could reveal my gooey, mushy passion for you, my love.'
Yep, typical day…
Well, almost typical…
"Class," chirped Mr. Simmons, a deceptively young man whose balding hair belied his youthful enthusiasm. "I'd like for everyone to meet a new, special face, today."
Everyone's voices hushed immediately at the word 'new.'
A new face...?
Huh, interesting— the fourth grade class hadn't had any newcomers lately.
'Wonder what poor stooge got stuck with us this time,' mused the Pataki girl amusedly.
Just as long as the "fresh meat" was nothing like little Miss Perfect…
Otherwise Helga G. Pataki was in for more irritation than before.
She had no idea how wrong she was.
"I'd like to you all introduce to—"
If I annoyed you guys with this short chapter, then my mission is accomplished! X)