Another new story by 4ElementGirl! Read at your own enjoyment...
WARNING: WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 12-13 YEARS OLD AND EXTREMELY CORNY, IF NOT PREDICTABLE
After FTi, before TJM. All chapters are typed out, just a matter of posting them.
Disclaimer: I do not own HA!
Another day starts at P.S. 118. Let's zoom into the fourth grade class where a girl named Helga G. Pataki is sitting in the back, shooting spitballs at a very annoyed Arnold...what's his last name? *whispers* Oh, right, Shortman. Arnold Shortman in the front. Every once in a while he turns to the front and gives her an annoyed glare, like usual, and to which she responds with a "What?" and a scowl. Arnold turns around once again,enduring the spitballs for another class trying to pay attention to the class, yada yada yada, let's move on already.
So now we speed to the future, which in this case, is recess, where we have the 4th grade boys and a few girls. Helga, of course, was among them.
And now our story finally begins...
"I bet you can't go one hour without eating!" Gerald said, grinning.
"Aww, I'll starve!" Harold whined.
"In case you don't know, we just had lunch ten minutes ago, lard boy," Helga said, sitting on the monkey bars.
"I know, but I'm still hungrrryyy!"
Helga rolled her eyes. "Criminy, you're always hungry. What else is new?"
"My dare for Arnold!" Gerald exclaimed.
"Oh, brother, this should be good," Helga whispered to Pheobe, earning a chuckle from her.
"Arnold, I dare you to take off your hat for 30 seconds."
A chorus of 'ooohh' and 'ahh's were heard from the crowd. This was a rare, if not impossible moment that Arnold would willingly take off his hat in the open for all eyes to see.
"So are you gonna do it or not, football head?"
Slowly, Arnold took off his hat. A few gasps followed.
A daring move, my love...
"Ha! Time him Pheebes. I want to see if the football-headed geek can manage a half minute without his hat. That'll be the day!"
Oh my beloved, why must such cruel words be heard by your ears?
A mix of emotions stirred in Arnold- shock, annoyance, anger, slight sadness and determination.
"3,2,1 ," Pheobe said, counting down the last of the seconds, followed by Arnold putting on his beloved baby-blue hat.
Of all the things to let Helga slide on, this is the last.
"Hey Helga, I have a dare for you."
"Huh, Arnoldo has a dare for me." she jumped from the monkey bars. "Bring it."
"My dare is..." He pretended to ponder, "...is for you to be nice to everyone for a week."
Her emotions jumped from shocked, confused, angry, throughtful, and finally settled on a scowl.
"Do you really think I'm gonna go along with your stupid dare?" she
"Only if you think you can't take it." Arnold said with a rare smirk.
"What do you mean, 'if you think you can't take it?'" she responded angrily.
"I'm just saying, it might be a little hard for you to cope, being nine to everyone, everyday for the next week."
Helga scoffed. "Hard? Please. This bet is soo easy a baby couldn't think of anything better."
Arnold's mind pondered in thought. "And if you lose, you'll have to reveal the most embarrassing secret of yours."
Ooh's were heard from the crowd.
Helga thought for a few moments.
"And you too if I win."
The football-headed boy was slightly taken aback, but remained clam.
"Deal." they both said in unison, shaking hands.
The bell rang.
"Great, now outta my way...er, I mean, after you, Arnoldo...heh, heh," she said, quickly recovered, almost destroying her side of the bet.
Watch it, Helga o' girl! You were this close to blowing it and only one step away from the darkest secret of your life revealed! FOCUS!
"Gee, thanks Helga!" he said with a smirk, walking in with Helga behind him.
"Err...whatever football head."
This is going to be a long week for her, he thought, still smirking.
What he didn't notice was the big smile on Helga's face.
This is gonna be great! The perfect chance to win Arnold's affections if I play my cards right...
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