Hey Arnold!
Move It Football Head!
By Simmer2000
Notes: If this entry appears with strange letters and symbols, this is not the fault of my typing, but because of a fault at fanfiction.net, and I apologise. Hopefully this problem will be fixed as soon as possible by the staff at fanfiction.net. Thanks for reading my fan fiction.
As Helga left her house that morning, she could see Arnold behind her, away in the distance. She sighed. She thought about how much she loved him and how she wished he knew. She sometimes wished that Arnold would figure her secret out by himself, to save Helga from having to confess herself. But she knew from past experience, that Arnold probably would never find out unless she told him, because Helga was so good at pretending to be somebody who she wasn't.
It was a cold December morning. Christmas would be coming up soon, and then New Year. It had been another year of pretending for Helga, another year of being mean to Arnold, and another year in which her secret had stayed just that - as a secret. This depressed Helga, because she was tired of bottling up her feelings inside. She wanted to get it all over with, but somehow she couldn't.
Every single time that Helga saw Arnold, she went through the same thoughts in her mind, and the same feelings came to her heart. She wanted to tell him, she needed to tell him, before she became lost in a personality that wasn't really her's. She didn't really want to have to act mean to gain respect; she wanted respect for being who she really was.
Helga walked slowly down the street so Arnold could catch up with her. She wasn't going to confess, but she just wanted to hear his beautiful voice. To see him up close. Helga could hear his footsteps coming from behind her. He was standing next to her now.... would he say anything to her? Would he notice her?
"Hi Helga, how are things?" Arnold asked?
Yes..... he noticed her. He wanted to speak to her! She needed to say something friendly back.... but no. She could feel something from deep inside her, encouraging her to confess it all to him, but she couldn't. Not yet. She wanted to, but she wasn't ready. She could feel herself putting up the barriers to her heart.
"Move it Football Head!" she said, encourage him to move out of her way. "I haven't got all day you know!"
As she continued to walk quickly up the street, she found herself looking on the bright side. "At least he cares," she said to herself.
Move It Football Head!
By Simmer2000
Notes: If this entry appears with strange letters and symbols, this is not the fault of my typing, but because of a fault at fanfiction.net, and I apologise. Hopefully this problem will be fixed as soon as possible by the staff at fanfiction.net. Thanks for reading my fan fiction.
As Helga left her house that morning, she could see Arnold behind her, away in the distance. She sighed. She thought about how much she loved him and how she wished he knew. She sometimes wished that Arnold would figure her secret out by himself, to save Helga from having to confess herself. But she knew from past experience, that Arnold probably would never find out unless she told him, because Helga was so good at pretending to be somebody who she wasn't.
It was a cold December morning. Christmas would be coming up soon, and then New Year. It had been another year of pretending for Helga, another year of being mean to Arnold, and another year in which her secret had stayed just that - as a secret. This depressed Helga, because she was tired of bottling up her feelings inside. She wanted to get it all over with, but somehow she couldn't.
Every single time that Helga saw Arnold, she went through the same thoughts in her mind, and the same feelings came to her heart. She wanted to tell him, she needed to tell him, before she became lost in a personality that wasn't really her's. She didn't really want to have to act mean to gain respect; she wanted respect for being who she really was.
Helga walked slowly down the street so Arnold could catch up with her. She wasn't going to confess, but she just wanted to hear his beautiful voice. To see him up close. Helga could hear his footsteps coming from behind her. He was standing next to her now.... would he say anything to her? Would he notice her?
"Hi Helga, how are things?" Arnold asked?
Yes..... he noticed her. He wanted to speak to her! She needed to say something friendly back.... but no. She could feel something from deep inside her, encouraging her to confess it all to him, but she couldn't. Not yet. She wanted to, but she wasn't ready. She could feel herself putting up the barriers to her heart.
"Move it Football Head!" she said, encourage him to move out of her way. "I haven't got all day you know!"
As she continued to walk quickly up the street, she found herself looking on the bright side. "At least he cares," she said to herself.