Hey everybody! Nice to see all of you gorgeous people out there again.......This is my first HA fic, and I thought of it right after watching Alias. Since people don't read the summary, the story is basically Rhonda finds out Helga likes Arnold, and she blackmails Helga into different things (chores, Christmas shopping, etc.). Eventually, Helga rebels, and Rhonda threatens that during the holiday concert, she's going to tell everyone her secret, and Helga has to stop her. Will she???Hmmmmmm.....this is in Helga's POV.
I don't own Hey Arnold, If I did, I'd draw Lila out of the picture.
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I, Helga G. Pataki, hate that prissy little rich girl, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd.
Maybe not hate. Strongly dislike, that's better. I have many little reasons, like her constant bragging, her constant globe-trotting, and her constant snootiness. But I have one very large, super-duper, supersized reason why I hate that queen of of all that glitters and gleams.
And here it is.
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It was lunchtime. The cafeteria was decorated in that corny, school-y way. The construction paper Christmas trees, the "Happy Holidays!" banners, the paper snowflkes, stuck to the window, with glue oozing out the sides. All of that.As you can tell, it was nearing Christmas. I was currently eating lunch with Pheobe.
"Pheobe." I asked my best friend. "Do you like anyone?"
Pheobe blushed one hundred shades of red and stammered, "N-no, Helga! No w-way!"
I only asked it because I was bored. Everyone knows she and Tall Hair Boy are an item. But whatever.
"'Kay Pheebs." I commented.
And there he was.
Darn, that boy is gorgeous. I swear. Arnold is the most handsome boy in all of America. At that moment he was reaching for some tapioca pudding. (A/N have you noticed in HA, it's always either tapioca, or jello?)
For once, I did'nt move. I just watched.
Pheobe shot me a knowing glance. She's the only one who knows about Arnold, and she's quite handy to have for planning schemes.
As Arnold strode towards my lunch table, I felt my mouth opening. "No!" I thought. "I won't say anything!"
Too late.
"Hey football head!" I called out. "Tapioca again?"
Arnold rolled his eyes, and ignored me.
"HEY!" I stepped in front of him. "Hey football head, look up."
Puzzled, he did.
I flicked my finger under his nose and up. Startled, he dropped his lunch tray with a loud bang. All of the food splattered all over his pants. Silently, he bent down, and picked up the tray. Oh, I was screaming inside. He glared at me, and walked over to Gerald, Stinky, and Sid's table.
Quickly, I scurrried out of the cafeteria, and into the hallway. Leaning against a locker, I pulled out my heart locket.
"Oh Arnold!" I began "Why must I torment you? Can't you see It's just my pathetic cry for help? Can't you see it's you I adore?"
I glanced into the lunchroom. Arnold was laughing at something Lila had said.
I felt the anger boil up indide my heart.
I fumed. "Instead you choose to be with HER, she who does not return your affections, oh my Arn-"
I sensed someone behind me. I whirled around, expectind to see my wheezing friend. I cocked my arm back as I turned and-
There she was.
Rhonda was standing behind me.
Smirking.
Staring at my locket.
Rhonda Wellington Lilyod was looking at my locket.
And the reality sank in.
Rhonda had heard everything I said.
Hehhehe, I leave you with a cliffhanger. What will happen? Ya know that winter storm everyones talking about, on the weather channel, the one that hit the East Coast? Well, I live in Northern Virginia, (Alsmost in DC) and I'm having a snow day!! Woo! so if I have time, I'll write some more chapters. We'll see. That was really short, and not that good, I know....but....sigh.
I don't own Hey Arnold, If I did, I'd draw Lila out of the picture.
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I, Helga G. Pataki, hate that prissy little rich girl, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd.
Maybe not hate. Strongly dislike, that's better. I have many little reasons, like her constant bragging, her constant globe-trotting, and her constant snootiness. But I have one very large, super-duper, supersized reason why I hate that queen of of all that glitters and gleams.
And here it is.
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It was lunchtime. The cafeteria was decorated in that corny, school-y way. The construction paper Christmas trees, the "Happy Holidays!" banners, the paper snowflkes, stuck to the window, with glue oozing out the sides. All of that.As you can tell, it was nearing Christmas. I was currently eating lunch with Pheobe.
"Pheobe." I asked my best friend. "Do you like anyone?"
Pheobe blushed one hundred shades of red and stammered, "N-no, Helga! No w-way!"
I only asked it because I was bored. Everyone knows she and Tall Hair Boy are an item. But whatever.
"'Kay Pheebs." I commented.
And there he was.
Darn, that boy is gorgeous. I swear. Arnold is the most handsome boy in all of America. At that moment he was reaching for some tapioca pudding. (A/N have you noticed in HA, it's always either tapioca, or jello?)
For once, I did'nt move. I just watched.
Pheobe shot me a knowing glance. She's the only one who knows about Arnold, and she's quite handy to have for planning schemes.
As Arnold strode towards my lunch table, I felt my mouth opening. "No!" I thought. "I won't say anything!"
Too late.
"Hey football head!" I called out. "Tapioca again?"
Arnold rolled his eyes, and ignored me.
"HEY!" I stepped in front of him. "Hey football head, look up."
Puzzled, he did.
I flicked my finger under his nose and up. Startled, he dropped his lunch tray with a loud bang. All of the food splattered all over his pants. Silently, he bent down, and picked up the tray. Oh, I was screaming inside. He glared at me, and walked over to Gerald, Stinky, and Sid's table.
Quickly, I scurrried out of the cafeteria, and into the hallway. Leaning against a locker, I pulled out my heart locket.
"Oh Arnold!" I began "Why must I torment you? Can't you see It's just my pathetic cry for help? Can't you see it's you I adore?"
I glanced into the lunchroom. Arnold was laughing at something Lila had said.
I felt the anger boil up indide my heart.
I fumed. "Instead you choose to be with HER, she who does not return your affections, oh my Arn-"
I sensed someone behind me. I whirled around, expectind to see my wheezing friend. I cocked my arm back as I turned and-
There she was.
Rhonda was standing behind me.
Smirking.
Staring at my locket.
Rhonda Wellington Lilyod was looking at my locket.
And the reality sank in.
Rhonda had heard everything I said.
Hehhehe, I leave you with a cliffhanger. What will happen? Ya know that winter storm everyones talking about, on the weather channel, the one that hit the East Coast? Well, I live in Northern Virginia, (Alsmost in DC) and I'm having a snow day!! Woo! so if I have time, I'll write some more chapters. We'll see. That was really short, and not that good, I know....but....sigh.