Okay, so this is verrrrry short and a horrible kick off for my new multi-chap Hey Arnold! thing. So I'm just going to do the disclaimer now and keep it in mind for the rest of the story, alright? I DO NOT OWN ZACH, HAM, PHIL, AMANDA, CHRIS, OR ANY OTHER HEY ARNOLD! CREW. I do own Sarah though. RESPECT THE OWNAGE! I'll be having more of a rant at the end, so stay tuned! ^.^
There was a slight thud of footsteps as Sarah Bennette walked into the room. The first thing Phil notice, though, was her height. Had she grown like, what, 5 inches since last night?
His green eyes flew to her feet to find wedges grasping to her. It had two black straps, one over the toes and the other over the more upper part of her foot, with buckles pointing outward. He snaked his way up her long legs to find only pale short shorts and then a tight-fitting black and dark green tee. Sarah's hair was pulled into a side fishtail and you could definitely see her green bow poking up behind her head.
"Wow! Sarah, you look astonishing!" Sophie gushed, pulling away from Zach. "Your make-up looks very nice, too. I love your shoes." A bright grin was flashed between them but was broken when Sarah turned to Phil for an opinion.
He glanced at her and prayed that it wasn't obvious that his heart was beating incredibly fast within his chest. In a monotone, the Shortman stated, "Your hair is messed up."
A/N: See? Short 'n' horrible. TOLD YA! But as for my rant, well, do not blame me for the title of this thing. Blame the 9:30 PM. If you have any suggestions for names go ahead and tell me.
Honestly. Don't be shy. I'd appreciate it. And if any of you want to make an OC to be added into this, just ask! The more the merrier!
So don't forget to review, my lovelies. Mandy Moore and I would appreciate it! (Oh, I don't own her either!)