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Chapter 1 Helga
"Oh Arnold, I love you, I love you," said Helga feelingly, as she hugged her pillow. She was in the midst of one of the most romantic dreams. It was her wedding day, and in the church in front of God and the neighborhood, Arnold proclaimed his love.
"Helga, its crazy how things come together isn't it. I would have never believed I would be here with you. God knows, I fought it tooth and nail, with Ruth, then Lila, then Jessica. However, that was my past and you are my present and my future; the one who has always challenged me, frustrated me, inspired me, and loved me even through my most trying times. How I was blessed to have you in my life all those years and not realize the gem you are, I don't know. But from now on, I vow to treasure each and every moment I have with you. Helga Geraldine Pataki I would be honored to have you as my wife."
"Oh Arnold, I love you, I love you, I loov" said Helga as she fell off the bed. "Criminey every time the dream's getting good, I wake up. It's just as well that I wake up. It's too depressing to have it finish and wake up to realize it's a dream."
"Hey Olga, keep it down in there! How's a body gonna get some sleep? Said Bob
"Okay Dad!"
She hurriedly went back to sleep, a sad smile upon her face.
Morning
"Oh great, another special day at P.s. 118" said Helga. She pulled the covers over her, and screamed. "AAAAHHHH!" "Helga honey, what's the matter?" Miriam slurred as she opened the door to Helga's room and came in.
"Call the doctor mom. I'm bleeding to death."
"Oh okay." She moved toward the door, and then stopped. "What's the number again?"
"911 Miriam" "Oh, yeah right. Do you want me to call now?"
"Never mind Miriam, I'll do it myself."
She picked up the phone located next to her bed and dialed her doctor.
"Hello"
"Dr. Bliss? It's me Helga. I'm bleeding to death and you're the only doctor I know.
"Helga, I'm a child psychologist. What do you mean your bleeding to death?"
"I woke up this morning with my legs covered with blood. I was fine when I woke up last night, but this morning looks like I'm gonna die." Helga yelled panicky
"Calm down Helga, I think I know what's wrong, and I can help."
"Maybe you should come over with some blood. I am AB+, just so that it would rejuvenate me. I mean this is a lot of blood here, Dr. Bliss."
"Helga"--
"And I can't die yet"-
"Helga"-
"I haven't even told Arnold I love him yet"- "Helga!" "Yes" "Are you listening?" "Yes" "Good. You're not dying. This happens to all girls." "You mean all girls wake up in their beds soaked in blood?"
"Not necessarily the same situation, but more or less, the same result, they bleed. It's called a period. Helga, you're a young lady now." "What?" "Didn't you mom tell you?" "Does Miriam know anything?"
"Since it's your first time, I suggest you use a pad. You do know what that is, don't you?" "Yeah I had to buy them for Olga when she was living here." "Great, put those on, and you should be fine." "Are you sure, I'm okay." "Yes Helga, you're perfect." "Thanks Dr. Bliss" "Anytime."
Helga got dressed and went to school. Of course, at this time, she's late.
"Hello Helga" said Mr. Simmons as she walked in the class. "You're unusually late today. Is there any special reason as to why you're so late?
Helga blushed and said "no, I just didn't feel like coming on time, that's all."
"Oh well, please do Helga. There were so many special things that happen in class, I don't think you'd like to miss it."
"Sure Simmons sure" said Helga as she took her seat. "Ohayo Gazaimasu Helga" said Phoebe "No Japanese today Phoebes, please." "Are you okay Helga?" "Criminey! What's with the third degree today?" Helga yelled "Helga, is there something you would like to share with the class?" "No Mr. Simmons, sorry." She turned to Phoebe who had a concerned look on her face. "I'm sorry Phoebes; I guess I'm just not myself today."
"Okay class, today we're going to be hearing our creative writing assignments. Let's start with you Harold. Remember class, everyone is special, and so are their writing. Please show some respect" said Mr. Simmons.
Harold stood up and began his presentation. "Last night my mom made mash potatoes and meatloaf. I was so hungry, that I ate it all up. The end." "Uh Harold, how is that creative?"
"Oh, I almost forgot, I made the mash potatoes into a bicycle and I ate one wheel at a time." The whole class laughed. "Hey pig boy, did you try to ride it too?" asked Helga. "Helga!" said Mr. Simmons in a warning tone. "Thank you Harold, that was very special. How about Eugene?"
Eugene got up, and tripped on the leg of his desk, falling flat on his face. "I'm okay." He got up and stood in front of Mr. Simmons desk. "In my story, I am the lord of the dance. Millions and Millions watch my concert everyday.
So indulged with is story, that Eugene began to dance, like the lord of the dance (well at least his own interpretation of it). During one of his drills he backed up into Mr. Simmons' desk, got closed lined from behind, and backed flipped to the other side of the desk, landing flat on his face. "I'm okay." "Thank you Eugene, That was uh, very entertaining" Mr. Simmons said unsurely. "How about a girl this time? He looked over the class, and his eyes stopped at Helga, and he winked. Helga blushed and slouched lowly in her chair.
"How about you Lila?" "Thank you ever so much Mr. Simmons. Gosh, I'm just certain I did a good job. My story is called 'My Sister and I.' I thought would be a good story, because I wish ever so much to have a sister and always wondered what it would be like."
"Okay Lila, let's hear it." "My sister and I have ever so much in common. We braid our hair everyday, and tell funny stories. When ever I'm down my sister makes me feel ever so much better. She dances for me, and takes me to Opera shows. Gosh, I just think I have the best sister in the whole world. I love you ever so much baby sister. The End."
"Thank God! I thought I was gonna puke" said Helga. "Helga!" said Mr. Simmons in another warning. "Thank you Lila, that was lovely. Before we continue, I would like to read a poem that was written by anonymous. It's called 'The Helplessness of a Tortured Soul'".
"Everyday I wake up hoping for a chance, But you don't see me. I rant and Rave, hoping for your attention, But you don't hear me. Who am I? I am but a silent voice that worships you as you pass by. A tortured soul who sees you enamored with another. The one who is jealous of the wind that caresses your hair You're my inspiration, my desire, and my one true love."
"Wasn't that just lovely class?"
"Mr. Simmons, you always read a poem by anonymous; why can't you tell us who anonymous is" asked Gerald.
Mr. Simmons looked at Helga, who was emphatically shaking her head no, then turned to Gerald. "I would love to Gerald, but we must honor the author's wishes for remaining anonymous."
Class continued on as usual, with the usual drama's that normally occur. Mr. Simmons continued to find everyone and everything special, but stinky was mad, because some one ate the last lemon pudding, and there weren't any left for him.
UNTIL THE END OF CLASS
"Okay class, before we go home, there is a project for the week, that I think would be especially wonderful for you. Each of you will be placed into pairs, and will spend the week in each other's company, writing down their behaviors and ideals about life. Now Rhonda, you're with Harold, Nadine with Eugene, Sheena and Peapod kid, Gerald with Phoebe, Arnold and Helga, and the rest of you, please see me after class to get your arrangement."
(BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG) Time to go home. Everyone stampeded out of the classroom, as if it were on fire. The halls were crowded as people were putting and taking things out of their locker. Arnold made his way toward Helga.
"Hey Helga, since we have to work on this project together, what say you, that we start today" asked Arnold. "Not today Arnoldo, I'm not feeling up to it" she replied. "Are you okay Helga, you don't look so good?" "What's it to ya hair boy?" "I'm just asking that all." "None of your bees wax okay. I can take care of myself, I don't need you." "Whatever you say Helga, but at least let me walk you home." "Do whatever you want Football head." Oh Arnold my love, you do care for me. You realize I'm not well, and want to drop me home. OHHHHH"
Arnold walked Helga home, and was about to say good bye, when Helga changed her mind about starting the project.
"Why don't you sit down in the living room Football head, I'll go drop my stuff off in my room." I don't believe it; Arnold is in my house sitting on my couch. This day can't get any better.
Helga rushed to her room, dropped her stuff and came back down. To her horror, she sees Miriam talking to Arnold.
"What are you doing Mom? Arnold is here to do a project for school, with me. Do you mind giving us some privacy?"
"Sure Helga, I just wanted to tell you, that I finally found out what was the matter this morning. You weren't dying; you were having your PERIOD."
Helga: AAAHHH!
The End of chapter one. Thank you for reading it. I hope you like it, If you did Great, if you didn't, well, I guess I will try harder next time. Poor Helga, how embarrassing. I know the guys will probably hate this part because it spoke about period. Sorry. But I did think that it would be interest. Thank you again. Please Review. JA.
Chapter 1 Helga
"Oh Arnold, I love you, I love you," said Helga feelingly, as she hugged her pillow. She was in the midst of one of the most romantic dreams. It was her wedding day, and in the church in front of God and the neighborhood, Arnold proclaimed his love.
"Helga, its crazy how things come together isn't it. I would have never believed I would be here with you. God knows, I fought it tooth and nail, with Ruth, then Lila, then Jessica. However, that was my past and you are my present and my future; the one who has always challenged me, frustrated me, inspired me, and loved me even through my most trying times. How I was blessed to have you in my life all those years and not realize the gem you are, I don't know. But from now on, I vow to treasure each and every moment I have with you. Helga Geraldine Pataki I would be honored to have you as my wife."
"Oh Arnold, I love you, I love you, I loov" said Helga as she fell off the bed. "Criminey every time the dream's getting good, I wake up. It's just as well that I wake up. It's too depressing to have it finish and wake up to realize it's a dream."
"Hey Olga, keep it down in there! How's a body gonna get some sleep? Said Bob
"Okay Dad!"
She hurriedly went back to sleep, a sad smile upon her face.
Morning
"Oh great, another special day at P.s. 118" said Helga. She pulled the covers over her, and screamed. "AAAAHHHH!" "Helga honey, what's the matter?" Miriam slurred as she opened the door to Helga's room and came in.
"Call the doctor mom. I'm bleeding to death."
"Oh okay." She moved toward the door, and then stopped. "What's the number again?"
"911 Miriam" "Oh, yeah right. Do you want me to call now?"
"Never mind Miriam, I'll do it myself."
She picked up the phone located next to her bed and dialed her doctor.
"Hello"
"Dr. Bliss? It's me Helga. I'm bleeding to death and you're the only doctor I know.
"Helga, I'm a child psychologist. What do you mean your bleeding to death?"
"I woke up this morning with my legs covered with blood. I was fine when I woke up last night, but this morning looks like I'm gonna die." Helga yelled panicky
"Calm down Helga, I think I know what's wrong, and I can help."
"Maybe you should come over with some blood. I am AB+, just so that it would rejuvenate me. I mean this is a lot of blood here, Dr. Bliss."
"Helga"--
"And I can't die yet"-
"Helga"-
"I haven't even told Arnold I love him yet"- "Helga!" "Yes" "Are you listening?" "Yes" "Good. You're not dying. This happens to all girls." "You mean all girls wake up in their beds soaked in blood?"
"Not necessarily the same situation, but more or less, the same result, they bleed. It's called a period. Helga, you're a young lady now." "What?" "Didn't you mom tell you?" "Does Miriam know anything?"
"Since it's your first time, I suggest you use a pad. You do know what that is, don't you?" "Yeah I had to buy them for Olga when she was living here." "Great, put those on, and you should be fine." "Are you sure, I'm okay." "Yes Helga, you're perfect." "Thanks Dr. Bliss" "Anytime."
Helga got dressed and went to school. Of course, at this time, she's late.
"Hello Helga" said Mr. Simmons as she walked in the class. "You're unusually late today. Is there any special reason as to why you're so late?
Helga blushed and said "no, I just didn't feel like coming on time, that's all."
"Oh well, please do Helga. There were so many special things that happen in class, I don't think you'd like to miss it."
"Sure Simmons sure" said Helga as she took her seat. "Ohayo Gazaimasu Helga" said Phoebe "No Japanese today Phoebes, please." "Are you okay Helga?" "Criminey! What's with the third degree today?" Helga yelled "Helga, is there something you would like to share with the class?" "No Mr. Simmons, sorry." She turned to Phoebe who had a concerned look on her face. "I'm sorry Phoebes; I guess I'm just not myself today."
"Okay class, today we're going to be hearing our creative writing assignments. Let's start with you Harold. Remember class, everyone is special, and so are their writing. Please show some respect" said Mr. Simmons.
Harold stood up and began his presentation. "Last night my mom made mash potatoes and meatloaf. I was so hungry, that I ate it all up. The end." "Uh Harold, how is that creative?"
"Oh, I almost forgot, I made the mash potatoes into a bicycle and I ate one wheel at a time." The whole class laughed. "Hey pig boy, did you try to ride it too?" asked Helga. "Helga!" said Mr. Simmons in a warning tone. "Thank you Harold, that was very special. How about Eugene?"
Eugene got up, and tripped on the leg of his desk, falling flat on his face. "I'm okay." He got up and stood in front of Mr. Simmons desk. "In my story, I am the lord of the dance. Millions and Millions watch my concert everyday.
So indulged with is story, that Eugene began to dance, like the lord of the dance (well at least his own interpretation of it). During one of his drills he backed up into Mr. Simmons' desk, got closed lined from behind, and backed flipped to the other side of the desk, landing flat on his face. "I'm okay." "Thank you Eugene, That was uh, very entertaining" Mr. Simmons said unsurely. "How about a girl this time? He looked over the class, and his eyes stopped at Helga, and he winked. Helga blushed and slouched lowly in her chair.
"How about you Lila?" "Thank you ever so much Mr. Simmons. Gosh, I'm just certain I did a good job. My story is called 'My Sister and I.' I thought would be a good story, because I wish ever so much to have a sister and always wondered what it would be like."
"Okay Lila, let's hear it." "My sister and I have ever so much in common. We braid our hair everyday, and tell funny stories. When ever I'm down my sister makes me feel ever so much better. She dances for me, and takes me to Opera shows. Gosh, I just think I have the best sister in the whole world. I love you ever so much baby sister. The End."
"Thank God! I thought I was gonna puke" said Helga. "Helga!" said Mr. Simmons in another warning. "Thank you Lila, that was lovely. Before we continue, I would like to read a poem that was written by anonymous. It's called 'The Helplessness of a Tortured Soul'".
"Everyday I wake up hoping for a chance, But you don't see me. I rant and Rave, hoping for your attention, But you don't hear me. Who am I? I am but a silent voice that worships you as you pass by. A tortured soul who sees you enamored with another. The one who is jealous of the wind that caresses your hair You're my inspiration, my desire, and my one true love."
"Wasn't that just lovely class?"
"Mr. Simmons, you always read a poem by anonymous; why can't you tell us who anonymous is" asked Gerald.
Mr. Simmons looked at Helga, who was emphatically shaking her head no, then turned to Gerald. "I would love to Gerald, but we must honor the author's wishes for remaining anonymous."
Class continued on as usual, with the usual drama's that normally occur. Mr. Simmons continued to find everyone and everything special, but stinky was mad, because some one ate the last lemon pudding, and there weren't any left for him.
UNTIL THE END OF CLASS
"Okay class, before we go home, there is a project for the week, that I think would be especially wonderful for you. Each of you will be placed into pairs, and will spend the week in each other's company, writing down their behaviors and ideals about life. Now Rhonda, you're with Harold, Nadine with Eugene, Sheena and Peapod kid, Gerald with Phoebe, Arnold and Helga, and the rest of you, please see me after class to get your arrangement."
(BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG) Time to go home. Everyone stampeded out of the classroom, as if it were on fire. The halls were crowded as people were putting and taking things out of their locker. Arnold made his way toward Helga.
"Hey Helga, since we have to work on this project together, what say you, that we start today" asked Arnold. "Not today Arnoldo, I'm not feeling up to it" she replied. "Are you okay Helga, you don't look so good?" "What's it to ya hair boy?" "I'm just asking that all." "None of your bees wax okay. I can take care of myself, I don't need you." "Whatever you say Helga, but at least let me walk you home." "Do whatever you want Football head." Oh Arnold my love, you do care for me. You realize I'm not well, and want to drop me home. OHHHHH"
Arnold walked Helga home, and was about to say good bye, when Helga changed her mind about starting the project.
"Why don't you sit down in the living room Football head, I'll go drop my stuff off in my room." I don't believe it; Arnold is in my house sitting on my couch. This day can't get any better.
Helga rushed to her room, dropped her stuff and came back down. To her horror, she sees Miriam talking to Arnold.
"What are you doing Mom? Arnold is here to do a project for school, with me. Do you mind giving us some privacy?"
"Sure Helga, I just wanted to tell you, that I finally found out what was the matter this morning. You weren't dying; you were having your PERIOD."
Helga: AAAHHH!
The End of chapter one. Thank you for reading it. I hope you like it, If you did Great, if you didn't, well, I guess I will try harder next time. Poor Helga, how embarrassing. I know the guys will probably hate this part because it spoke about period. Sorry. But I did think that it would be interest. Thank you again. Please Review. JA.