Arnold's High school Days
Arnold is now 17, grade 11. Helga moved since 5th grade, so it's been a long time, since Arnold saw Helga.
Arnold was lying on his bed, staring at his see through ceiling. He can see bird flying by. He sat straight and looked at his calendar, and he remembered it was the first day of school. He slowly stood from his bed, fix the bed and go straight down to eat breakfast with his parents and grandparents and the people in the boarding house.
He sat beside his mom, Stella. While his grandma, Pookie gave him a plate full of bacon, eggs, and toast.
"Here yah go kiddo! Eat up! It's the first day today! Excited?" Pookie said.
"Yea, thanks grandma." Arnold replied.
"Well you better hurry up, your father is going to drop you before he goes to work" Stella said.
Arnold nodded. He ate his food really fast and went back upstairs to change. He grabs his red checkered polo, and put his blue sweater on top. Then, he grabs his blue skinny jeans. He was ready to go.
"Bye, guys! Bye grandpa!" Arnold waved at his Grandpa Phil.
He kissed his mom and grandma goodbye. He went outside and went inside the car. He sat in front, beside his dad. His dad started the car and drove away. He looked at clock at the dashboard of the car, he was late. He took out a piece of paper from his bag. He checked what room he was supposed to be in for the first period, it was English. He looked at the room number; he doesn't know where it was.
His dad suddenly stopped the car. They were already at school. He went out the car and waved his dad.
He stood there, staring at the school building. He remembers he was late.
"Oh snap! I'm late!" Arnold shouted.
He ran inside the building, through the hallways. He can't seem to find the room. He was sweating because he was running around and nervous of being late for the first day. He doesn't like to be late.
Luckily, he saw his girlfriend, Lila. He called for her. He ran towards her.
"Lila, um could you help me find my room?" Arnold asked. He was breathing heavily.
"Well, sure Arnold. I'm so certain I can." Lila answered back sweetly.
"What room number was it?" Lila asked.
"Room umm. 54" Arnold said while he showed the piece of paper to Lila.
"Oh! It's this way." Lila pointed out.
Suddenly, a yellowed hair girl passed by, where Lila was pointing to. He immediately has an image of Helga on his mind. He doesn't know why, but he felt an urge to run up to the girl and hugged her. Arnold followed the yellowed hair girl; Lila was confused why Arnold was going to the other way. She followed Arnold. Arnold catches up to the girl and grabbed her by the shoulder.
"Helga?!" Arnold shouted while she turned around the person he was holding.
But it wasn't her. For some reason, he felt a pinch in his heart. His face fell. He apologized to the girl. He turned back around. But the he bumped into someone.
"Ouch!" The person shouted. The voice sounded like it belongs to a girl. They both fell on the ground. Arnold slowly opened his eyes, his eyes widened.
"Football Head?!" the girl shouted.