Ok people, I'm new here and want to try my hand at a 'Hey Arnold!' fic.
Please excuse any info I mess up on from the show.
DISCLAIMER: I'm only going to say this once. I OWN NOTHING!
Chapter 1
The school bell had just rung and everyone was making a mad dash to the front door, everyone except me that is. School was great today and I didn't want my day ruined by being trampled. I was just taking me time to get to the door while talking to my best friend Gerald when I was shoved aside. I smiled in spite of myself because I knew exactly who did it.
"Move it or loose it Football Head."
Those were the very words that made my days complete. Sure, you're probably thinking I'd get mad at anyone who'd say such a thing. But Helga G. Pataki isn't just anyone. Some people would say that I didn't like Helga was because she was always picking on me, and that used to be true until last year in fifth grade. So I guess you're thinking now; why would I like someone who picked on me almost every day of my life since preschool? Why, because last year on the last day of school, she kissed me. It was just a small kiss on the cheek but still, this was Helga! Helga was the last person to go around kissing people she hates. When I asked her why, she said it was because she was sorry of always teasing me and that she didn't hate me at all. She actually even liked me a little, then she walked off telling me to have a nice summer.
From then on I could think of her as Helga the Bully, but Helga the Puzzle, a very complex but interesting puzzle. The more I tried to figure her out, the more I began to like her. But I couldn't tell her that. I mean, I know people think I'm dense but I'm not stupid enough to tell Helga G. Pataki that I like her. That would be like committing suicide. But enough about my infatuation, back to the present.
"What are you smiling about Arnoldo?" she sneered. I shook my head and told her nothing and she walked off.
"Man Arnold! Don't you get tired from her pinking on you all the time? Why don't you ever say anything back?" Gerald, my poor ununderstandig friend. Even though he's my best friend I couldn't tell him I like Helga, not at the moment anyways; he'd freak out.
"It's ok Gerald. It doesn't bother me any more. I've actually gotten used to it. I mean, Helga's got to have a reason for picking on me, so I don't care."
"Your one strange kid Arnold. I'll see ya tomorrow. I gotta finish that project for Mr. Simmons." Yes Mr. Simmons was carried up to our class in the sixths grade too. I waved good bye and stepped aside to let the animals out before I walked into the boarding house.
"Is that you Short Man?"
"Yeah Grandpa it's me. I'm going to finish my homework and take a nap before dinner ok?"
"Alrighty then Arnold I'll wake ya up for dinner. Pookie what's for dinner.Watermelon again."That's all I heard before I went upstairs. I finished me math homework in record time. The last thought I had before falling asleep was of square roots and integers.
AN: Sorry if the math wasn't correct for sixth grade but I don't remember sixth grade much. Will some one please tell me how to make words in italics, bold, underlined, and in paragraphs?
DISCLAIMER: I'm only going to say this once. I OWN NOTHING!
Chapter 1
The school bell had just rung and everyone was making a mad dash to the front door, everyone except me that is. School was great today and I didn't want my day ruined by being trampled. I was just taking me time to get to the door while talking to my best friend Gerald when I was shoved aside. I smiled in spite of myself because I knew exactly who did it.
"Move it or loose it Football Head."
Those were the very words that made my days complete. Sure, you're probably thinking I'd get mad at anyone who'd say such a thing. But Helga G. Pataki isn't just anyone. Some people would say that I didn't like Helga was because she was always picking on me, and that used to be true until last year in fifth grade. So I guess you're thinking now; why would I like someone who picked on me almost every day of my life since preschool? Why, because last year on the last day of school, she kissed me. It was just a small kiss on the cheek but still, this was Helga! Helga was the last person to go around kissing people she hates. When I asked her why, she said it was because she was sorry of always teasing me and that she didn't hate me at all. She actually even liked me a little, then she walked off telling me to have a nice summer.
From then on I could think of her as Helga the Bully, but Helga the Puzzle, a very complex but interesting puzzle. The more I tried to figure her out, the more I began to like her. But I couldn't tell her that. I mean, I know people think I'm dense but I'm not stupid enough to tell Helga G. Pataki that I like her. That would be like committing suicide. But enough about my infatuation, back to the present.
"What are you smiling about Arnoldo?" she sneered. I shook my head and told her nothing and she walked off.
"Man Arnold! Don't you get tired from her pinking on you all the time? Why don't you ever say anything back?" Gerald, my poor ununderstandig friend. Even though he's my best friend I couldn't tell him I like Helga, not at the moment anyways; he'd freak out.
"It's ok Gerald. It doesn't bother me any more. I've actually gotten used to it. I mean, Helga's got to have a reason for picking on me, so I don't care."
"Your one strange kid Arnold. I'll see ya tomorrow. I gotta finish that project for Mr. Simmons." Yes Mr. Simmons was carried up to our class in the sixths grade too. I waved good bye and stepped aside to let the animals out before I walked into the boarding house.
"Is that you Short Man?"
"Yeah Grandpa it's me. I'm going to finish my homework and take a nap before dinner ok?"
"Alrighty then Arnold I'll wake ya up for dinner. Pookie what's for dinner.Watermelon again."That's all I heard before I went upstairs. I finished me math homework in record time. The last thought I had before falling asleep was of square roots and integers.
AN: Sorry if the math wasn't correct for sixth grade but I don't remember sixth grade much. Will some one please tell me how to make words in italics, bold, underlined, and in paragraphs?