"Helga!" A voice calls out. I turn around and I see Arnold yelling out my name. I am all of a sudden taken over by happiness. He's talking to me. He is actually talking to me. My heart flutters and I cannot help but to sigh. He leans forward, his face meeting mine. My love, my everything, oh how I have waited for this moment. But, no, there are people around, I will not let them see my affection for this beautiful football headed angel. I step back and let my scowl return to my face. I clench one of my hands into a fist and use the other to slap him, his warm skin somehow causing my heart some sort of joy.
"What was that for?" He asks. All of a sudden, I am full of guilt and regret. I don't want to hurt him. I really don't. After all, I LOVE HIM. I just don't want him to know that. But wait, what if I turned this around on him.
"Listen football head. I don't know what you're playing at here. But I don't want to kiss you." Oh what am I kidding? Yes I do. I Do. WITH ALL MY HEART! "That's just gross."
The kids in the classroom start laughing and chanting things at him. I smile proudly. It's good to have people who know what to do on command.
"I was just trying to get my books behind you, Helga." He says calmly, not even paying attention to the people behind him.
"Whatever you say… Although even if I am wrong, who can blame me? Your head is just so large." I laugh. Good cover up. That could have been bad. I hear someone else call my name. I turn to face the class and yell, "What?"
No one answers. Oh whatever, probably just hearing things again. I rub my ear; it's probably nothing more than that ringing I sometimes get in my ear. So, I'm looking round the room now. Everyone is staring at me. This is not a good sign. They're not laughing so much as just softly chuckling.
"Helga, are you okay?" Phoebe asks. I nod my head and laugh. "Yeah, just hearing things, it happens."
Everyone goes back to doing their work and I walk to my seat. The door opens and Mr. Simmons walks in. He begins asking questions, all of which Phoebe answers, of course.
Rhonda turns to Nadine and starts talking about their plans later: Something boring about clothes and new boots, until Nadine tries to talk about bugs. Yuck! Harold is complaining to Stinky that he's hungry. What is that noise? I turn my head around and sure enough there is Brainy breathing on my neck again. God! I just cannot get a break can I?
Class is boring. As usual. It isn't until recess finally starts that it at least gets a little interesting. Arnold and Gerald go around and ask people if they want to play a nice game of kickball. I agree. I mean why not. The chance to possibly be on the same team as the boy whom I oh so longingly adore. I watch him struggle to get Stinky, Sid etc. away from Lila and her "adorably funny" stories. They agree to play although Lila believes that the game is too "violent" to play. Wimp. She agreed to watch. I guess it's all for the best. She probably couldn't even kick the ball. Haha. It's funny just to think about.
We pick teams. Harold and Gerald are the captains. Naturally I have to be on Harold's team and Arnold is my opponent. Ah well. Let the ridicule begin. Sometimes it just seems boring after a while ya know, making fun of Arnold. I just wish he knew, it would be so much easier if Arnold could just know how much I adore him. His blonde hair flowing in the wind, with nothing keeping it back but the adorable blue hat that barely escaped my clutches.
"Alright, Hair Boy, your team goes first." I yell out. Gerald kicks it far but only enough to get to one base. Next up, Stinky. He kicks it high and lucky for us, Sid grabs it mid-air. "We play recess rules. One out per inning. That means we're up. Got it fat boy." I say to Harold.
Of course, the clumsy oaf doesn't even kick it the first time. Or the second. Finally on the third kick he is out. "Great going."
Eugene is next to kick. Oh boy, this ought to be good. "Haha Eugene. You couldn't kick a wall if it was right in front of ya."
The entire team starts laughing with me. I mean c'mon. Eugene. Hit a ball? No way. Hang on. What is that? OH MY GOD.
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I wake up and Mr. Simmons is looking at me. He looks the same but i know there is something not so right here.