High School...the four years of a kids life where dreams are made...and broken.
The case was no different for a group of kids that went to school together since
pre-school. Phoebe was in the honors society, the science club along with Brainy and they
were both all around Science geeks.
Harold tried to be bad, but found his calling in auto mechanic along with Sid.
Rhonda was the dead of the fashion club and tin the popular clique. Nadine still followed
her. Sheena joined the environmental society and Lila was a cheerleader.
Gerald had joined the football and basketball team and Arnold...Arnold just ran.
He ran track and he ran well. Running long distance allowed his mind time to wander.
They may not have hung out together, but they kept track of each other.
The bell had just rung to signal the end of fourth period. Doors to classrooms
across the school opened approximately at the same time as students filed out to meet at
their lockers and prepare for the next class.
As usual, Gerald met Arnold at their locker at this time to talk and prepare for their next
class.
"Man, I hate Mr. King," Gerald complained, throwing his books into their shared locker.
"Biology is not my favorite subject, and he doesn't make it any easier."
Arnold shrugged as he pulled out the books he needed and shut the locker door. He
didn't have a problem with biology. but then, he didn't have Mr. King either.
"Maybe you could get Phoebe to help you?" he suggested. Gerald grimaced.
He andPhoebe had an on again / off again relationship for the past four year. Right now, it was
off.
" I think she's in the middle of a science project with her crew."
Arnold grinned as they walked down the hall.
"I'm not quite sure you could cll the science club a 'crew.'" he said.
They met up with two of Gerald's friends from the football team, and headed towards the
cafeteria. Arnold listened half heartedly to the three discuss their plans for that night,
when something caught his attention.
"You guys smell that?" he asked.
Gerald stopped, sniffing the air. "Smell what?"
Arnold sniffed again. "It smells like...raspberries."
Tyler, one of the guys they were with, pointed behind them.
"Yeah, it's the theater freak." He said, pointing towards the retreating figure.
A young woman, their age, dressed in black, her long blond hair pushed back in a black
headband walked away from them; her arms clutching a stack of books to her chest, her
head down.
Ron, the other guy, wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"That's that Pataki chick. Scary and worthless. A poor excuse for the use of oxygen in
my opinion."
The two guys laughed and continued on their way, oblivious to Arnold stopping, still
watching the retreating figure. Helga Pataki. He hadn't seen her since fifth grade. And
the couple of times he had seen Phoebe, she hadn't mentioned the girl she had been so
close to in elementary school.
"Don't think about it, man."
"Huh?" Arnold turned back to see Gerald watching him knowingly.
"I know what you're thinking and don't do it." he said. "You haven't dealt with that girl
for almost six years. It's our senior year. Don't get yourself caught up in something you
really don't want."
Arnold sighed, glancing back one last time.
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right. Now let's got some lunch."
Gerald's words rang true, he really didn't want to get caught up in something he
couldn't deal with. And yet now, in the confines of his room, his mind went back to the
retreating figure in black. It had been six years. The Helga Pataki he knew wouldn't have
let a guy like Ron get away with a comment like that.
He'd changed...hell, most of his friend's had changes. She couldn't she? Did he really
want to find out?
The case was no different for a group of kids that went to school together since
pre-school. Phoebe was in the honors society, the science club along with Brainy and they
were both all around Science geeks.
Harold tried to be bad, but found his calling in auto mechanic along with Sid.
Rhonda was the dead of the fashion club and tin the popular clique. Nadine still followed
her. Sheena joined the environmental society and Lila was a cheerleader.
Gerald had joined the football and basketball team and Arnold...Arnold just ran.
He ran track and he ran well. Running long distance allowed his mind time to wander.
They may not have hung out together, but they kept track of each other.
The bell had just rung to signal the end of fourth period. Doors to classrooms
across the school opened approximately at the same time as students filed out to meet at
their lockers and prepare for the next class.
As usual, Gerald met Arnold at their locker at this time to talk and prepare for their next
class.
"Man, I hate Mr. King," Gerald complained, throwing his books into their shared locker.
"Biology is not my favorite subject, and he doesn't make it any easier."
Arnold shrugged as he pulled out the books he needed and shut the locker door. He
didn't have a problem with biology. but then, he didn't have Mr. King either.
"Maybe you could get Phoebe to help you?" he suggested. Gerald grimaced.
He andPhoebe had an on again / off again relationship for the past four year. Right now, it was
off.
" I think she's in the middle of a science project with her crew."
Arnold grinned as they walked down the hall.
"I'm not quite sure you could cll the science club a 'crew.'" he said.
They met up with two of Gerald's friends from the football team, and headed towards the
cafeteria. Arnold listened half heartedly to the three discuss their plans for that night,
when something caught his attention.
"You guys smell that?" he asked.
Gerald stopped, sniffing the air. "Smell what?"
Arnold sniffed again. "It smells like...raspberries."
Tyler, one of the guys they were with, pointed behind them.
"Yeah, it's the theater freak." He said, pointing towards the retreating figure.
A young woman, their age, dressed in black, her long blond hair pushed back in a black
headband walked away from them; her arms clutching a stack of books to her chest, her
head down.
Ron, the other guy, wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"That's that Pataki chick. Scary and worthless. A poor excuse for the use of oxygen in
my opinion."
The two guys laughed and continued on their way, oblivious to Arnold stopping, still
watching the retreating figure. Helga Pataki. He hadn't seen her since fifth grade. And
the couple of times he had seen Phoebe, she hadn't mentioned the girl she had been so
close to in elementary school.
"Don't think about it, man."
"Huh?" Arnold turned back to see Gerald watching him knowingly.
"I know what you're thinking and don't do it." he said. "You haven't dealt with that girl
for almost six years. It's our senior year. Don't get yourself caught up in something you
really don't want."
Arnold sighed, glancing back one last time.
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right. Now let's got some lunch."
Gerald's words rang true, he really didn't want to get caught up in something he
couldn't deal with. And yet now, in the confines of his room, his mind went back to the
retreating figure in black. It had been six years. The Helga Pataki he knew wouldn't have
let a guy like Ron get away with a comment like that.
He'd changed...hell, most of his friend's had changes. She couldn't she? Did he really
want to find out?
