"Swept Under The Rug"-A Hey Arnold!Story
by Angela Marcisak
DISCLAIMER:(You know the drill!)I do not own Hey Arnold,and have nothing to do with owning it!This is just a harmless fanfic written by me,a harmless obsessed fan,so please,don't sue me!
CHAPTER ONE-Helga's Story
Helga stood,leaning against the wall at the doorway of the trophy room.It made her sick as a dog to see Olga again.Olga,who had just returned from Alaska to share her greetings with Bob,Miriam,and even Helga herself.The whole 'bonding' thing hadn't exactly worked out the last time she had visited,so being the perfect sister that she was,Olga had returned for another try.
Helga watched on as her sister stood at the foot of her trophy collection,and Bob and Miriam were swooning,as usual,over how spectacular their daughter was.No,not Helga,doi!It was always about Olga.Olga,Olga,Olga.That's all she had ever heard in her short life.She had longed to hear them swoon over 'Helga' sometimes,but she knew it to be nothing but a fantasy.She let out a hopeless sigh as she headed up the stairs to her room.
"Helga,where are you going,baby sister?"Olga sweetly sounded after her.Her voice was so sickingly perfect,it wanted to make Helga puke right then and there."I was going to perform Fur Elise,wouldn't you like to come and watch me play?"Helga clutched her stomach,the only thing that was stopping her from vomiting all over the steps."Olga!Don't call me baby sister anymore!For cryin' out loud,I'm 13 years old,and you're still treating me like I'm some sort of a toddler!"Helga yelled after her.She pulled open the bedroom door and slammed it behind her.
Helga walked over to her bed and flopped down on it.Her room wasn't pink anymore like it used to be.Instead,her walls were covered with photos of her and Phoebe,and pin-ups of her favorite band,Savage Garden.Surprisingly,she and Phoebe were still friends after all those years.Helga could still remember when she was 9.She had Phoebe trained like a Saint Bernard,and even Phoebe knew it was so.After she had turned 10,Helga decided it was time for her to change.And so it did.The bossiness had ended.
Helga stared up at the ceiling for a few moments,then rolled off her bed and walked over to her closet.She opened the door and walked to the back.The back of the closet was no longer occupied by her shrine to Arnold.Instead,there stood a small clear area with a mirror and some books,in which Helga called her 'thinking spot'.Believe it or not,Helga had gotten over her love for Arnold.She thought it to be silly to love someone so much and vow to never tell.Besides,she knew no one could ever love her anyways.Especially not Arnold,after all the years she had treated him like the dirt she walked on,she knew he could never love her.
She pulled out a comb and ran it through her dark pink hair.Ever since she had gotten it cut to her ears and dyed fuchsia,she noticed her family had seemed to hate her more than they already did.Except Olga.No,Olga was too much of a ditz to even care about her sister's hair.Even the kids at PS 118 really didn't seem to notice Helga anymore.Now that she was in 8th grade,she seemed to lose her 'bullyishness',if there is such a word,and that caused her conscience to be trampled flat.Not even Arnold could recognize her anymore,despite the pink hair and the clipped eyebrow which used to so much resemble a 'hairy caterpillar',as Harold once put it.She would always go to the local café to read her written poetry to the public.Arnold would sometimes go there and listen to Helga recite her poems,so Helga found it best that she never read the ones containing the word'Arnold' in them.This kept Arnold wondering who in the world she would write about that way,and Arnold's being puzzled always entertained her,for she knew he wouldn't ever find out her secret love for him.
On the other hand,Helga longed for Arnold to know her deepest desire for him.It was such a pain for her to obsess day and night,and never have the humanly nerve to tell it to his face,that she loved Arnold.She wanted to tell the whole world that she loved Arnold!But she was afraid.Afraid her heart would be broken and that Arnold would not love her back.Sure,she had supposedly gotten over Arnold,thrown away the shrines and boxed up the pink books.But it wasn't true.She hadn't gotten over Arnold after all,no matter how much she had tried,she just couldn't.What could she say?It was just nature.
Helga lifted her hand and began to write in another one of her many poetry books.This time,it was a purple one.I guess pink isn't for me anymore,she thought to herself,smiling.The only reason she had dyed her hair in the first place was for Arnold.She had outgrown the concept of wearing a pink bow,so pink hair was the only reminder of that rainy preschool day long ago,when Arnold had complimented Helga on her bow.Ever since then,she vowed to herself that there had to be at least one pink article of clothing,or in this case,hair,at all times.On the other hand,Arnold wore the same outfit and blue hat every day to school,and wherever he went.What could he say?It was just nature as well.
Helga let out a long yawn and closed her book of poems.It had been a long day,between her parents obsessing over Olga as usual and...well.....it was just a long day.Helga stood up and reached up to a shelf high up in her closet.She didn't reach it."Criminey!"Helga scowled to herself."I just went through a major growth spurt and I'm still not tall enough!"She pulled up a stool and stepped up.Looking at the shelf from eye level,Helga spotted a grey stuffed figure flopped on its surface.She grabbed the object and blew off the gray coating of dust.She let out a small gasp as she realized the object was no more than her beloved Arnold doll she had since she was eight years old.Man...Helga thought to herself,It's been so long since I last saw this...She grabbed the doll and stepped out of the closet,shaking off any remains of dust and loose threads.Letting out another yawn,she looked outside and saw that it was nighttime.I better hit the sack,it's been a long day...Helga pulled open the covers to her bed and got in.Embracing her beloved Arnold doll,she fell fast asleep.
Meanwhile,outside her bedroom window,stood Arnold,standing next to a dimly lit lamp post.He stared at her for a few moments,and with a small half-grin,he headed back to the Sunset Arms.
Well,that's all for now,folks!I do have school,you know.... ^_^ I'll be sure to post the next chapter as soon as I can,so please be patient!Also,if you read this story,make sure you leave a review and let me know what you think.This is my third fanfic(and my best,because I hated the others ^_^)so I will try to continue this as soon as I can.Thanks!Also,please forgive me if this format of my story comes out screwed.Thanks!
~Angela~
by Angela Marcisak
DISCLAIMER:(You know the drill!)I do not own Hey Arnold,and have nothing to do with owning it!This is just a harmless fanfic written by me,a harmless obsessed fan,so please,don't sue me!
CHAPTER ONE-Helga's Story
Helga stood,leaning against the wall at the doorway of the trophy room.It made her sick as a dog to see Olga again.Olga,who had just returned from Alaska to share her greetings with Bob,Miriam,and even Helga herself.The whole 'bonding' thing hadn't exactly worked out the last time she had visited,so being the perfect sister that she was,Olga had returned for another try.
Helga watched on as her sister stood at the foot of her trophy collection,and Bob and Miriam were swooning,as usual,over how spectacular their daughter was.No,not Helga,doi!It was always about Olga.Olga,Olga,Olga.That's all she had ever heard in her short life.She had longed to hear them swoon over 'Helga' sometimes,but she knew it to be nothing but a fantasy.She let out a hopeless sigh as she headed up the stairs to her room.
"Helga,where are you going,baby sister?"Olga sweetly sounded after her.Her voice was so sickingly perfect,it wanted to make Helga puke right then and there."I was going to perform Fur Elise,wouldn't you like to come and watch me play?"Helga clutched her stomach,the only thing that was stopping her from vomiting all over the steps."Olga!Don't call me baby sister anymore!For cryin' out loud,I'm 13 years old,and you're still treating me like I'm some sort of a toddler!"Helga yelled after her.She pulled open the bedroom door and slammed it behind her.
Helga walked over to her bed and flopped down on it.Her room wasn't pink anymore like it used to be.Instead,her walls were covered with photos of her and Phoebe,and pin-ups of her favorite band,Savage Garden.Surprisingly,she and Phoebe were still friends after all those years.Helga could still remember when she was 9.She had Phoebe trained like a Saint Bernard,and even Phoebe knew it was so.After she had turned 10,Helga decided it was time for her to change.And so it did.The bossiness had ended.
Helga stared up at the ceiling for a few moments,then rolled off her bed and walked over to her closet.She opened the door and walked to the back.The back of the closet was no longer occupied by her shrine to Arnold.Instead,there stood a small clear area with a mirror and some books,in which Helga called her 'thinking spot'.Believe it or not,Helga had gotten over her love for Arnold.She thought it to be silly to love someone so much and vow to never tell.Besides,she knew no one could ever love her anyways.Especially not Arnold,after all the years she had treated him like the dirt she walked on,she knew he could never love her.
She pulled out a comb and ran it through her dark pink hair.Ever since she had gotten it cut to her ears and dyed fuchsia,she noticed her family had seemed to hate her more than they already did.Except Olga.No,Olga was too much of a ditz to even care about her sister's hair.Even the kids at PS 118 really didn't seem to notice Helga anymore.Now that she was in 8th grade,she seemed to lose her 'bullyishness',if there is such a word,and that caused her conscience to be trampled flat.Not even Arnold could recognize her anymore,despite the pink hair and the clipped eyebrow which used to so much resemble a 'hairy caterpillar',as Harold once put it.She would always go to the local café to read her written poetry to the public.Arnold would sometimes go there and listen to Helga recite her poems,so Helga found it best that she never read the ones containing the word'Arnold' in them.This kept Arnold wondering who in the world she would write about that way,and Arnold's being puzzled always entertained her,for she knew he wouldn't ever find out her secret love for him.
On the other hand,Helga longed for Arnold to know her deepest desire for him.It was such a pain for her to obsess day and night,and never have the humanly nerve to tell it to his face,that she loved Arnold.She wanted to tell the whole world that she loved Arnold!But she was afraid.Afraid her heart would be broken and that Arnold would not love her back.Sure,she had supposedly gotten over Arnold,thrown away the shrines and boxed up the pink books.But it wasn't true.She hadn't gotten over Arnold after all,no matter how much she had tried,she just couldn't.What could she say?It was just nature.
Helga lifted her hand and began to write in another one of her many poetry books.This time,it was a purple one.I guess pink isn't for me anymore,she thought to herself,smiling.The only reason she had dyed her hair in the first place was for Arnold.She had outgrown the concept of wearing a pink bow,so pink hair was the only reminder of that rainy preschool day long ago,when Arnold had complimented Helga on her bow.Ever since then,she vowed to herself that there had to be at least one pink article of clothing,or in this case,hair,at all times.On the other hand,Arnold wore the same outfit and blue hat every day to school,and wherever he went.What could he say?It was just nature as well.
Helga let out a long yawn and closed her book of poems.It had been a long day,between her parents obsessing over Olga as usual and...well.....it was just a long day.Helga stood up and reached up to a shelf high up in her closet.She didn't reach it."Criminey!"Helga scowled to herself."I just went through a major growth spurt and I'm still not tall enough!"She pulled up a stool and stepped up.Looking at the shelf from eye level,Helga spotted a grey stuffed figure flopped on its surface.She grabbed the object and blew off the gray coating of dust.She let out a small gasp as she realized the object was no more than her beloved Arnold doll she had since she was eight years old.Man...Helga thought to herself,It's been so long since I last saw this...She grabbed the doll and stepped out of the closet,shaking off any remains of dust and loose threads.Letting out another yawn,she looked outside and saw that it was nighttime.I better hit the sack,it's been a long day...Helga pulled open the covers to her bed and got in.Embracing her beloved Arnold doll,she fell fast asleep.
Meanwhile,outside her bedroom window,stood Arnold,standing next to a dimly lit lamp post.He stared at her for a few moments,and with a small half-grin,he headed back to the Sunset Arms.
Well,that's all for now,folks!I do have school,you know.... ^_^ I'll be sure to post the next chapter as soon as I can,so please be patient!Also,if you read this story,make sure you leave a review and let me know what you think.This is my third fanfic(and my best,because I hated the others ^_^)so I will try to continue this as soon as I can.Thanks!Also,please forgive me if this format of my story comes out screwed.Thanks!
~Angela~