Chapter 1: Uh Oh…
A/N: Author speaking, thank you for reading this. Anyways, here are a few things you should know about this story. First things first, this story is set a couple years after and Helga and friends happen to be in high school. Next, for the most part, this story will mostly be told in Helga's POV, I may switch to others POV too, but for now let's keep things simple. And let's not forget, if a character's word are in italics, those are there thoughts. Last thing, the author of this story is awesome :P Anyways, without further ado, let's get this show on the road!
Disclaimer: The closest thing I own to Hey Arnold is this story.
Helga threw her head on the desk. "My day cannot get any more boring than this." muttered Helga..
'Hah. Maybe if I keep my head down nobody will notice.'
The teacher began to write the day's notes on the board. She noticed that one of her students weren't paying so much attention.
"Helga, dear? Would you mind lifting your head so we can all see your beautiful face?
No response.
"Helga lift your head, now!"
She buried her face deeper in her arms.
"Helga, do you want me to give you an F for this quarter?"
Helga groaned. She could stand for Bob to lecture her yet once again on "grades". Ms. Taylor also happened to have a "spitting problem".
"Ughhh! Fine!"
"I just HAD to sit at the front of the class?"
"Today class, we will be learning about World War I." Ms. Taylor said excitedly. Several groans were heard throughout the class.
"Ms. Taylor, didn't we learn about this yesterday?" said Helga with a sharp tone in her voice.
"I think not, Helga."
"I think we did, Ms. Taylor."
Ms. Taylor raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me Helga, but I think I remember what goes on in my classroom." she shot back, slightly angry.
"Well excuse me Ms. Taylor but I think we all know your memory isn't exactly what it used to be."
"Well, Helga, last time I checked I was the teacher and you were the student, so I think I control what goes on in my classroom. As a matter of fact, I think I'll give you all a test tomorrow so we can just see how much you remember from "yesterday"."
"Nice going Helga!" muttered Rhonda.
Harold groaned in despair as if he were dying. "Yeah thanks, Helga!
'Ugh! I hate history.'
Ms. Taylor began her lecture.
Not again…
Helga reached inside her desk. She pulled out a notebook and pretended to take down notes. A few months ago she had found a notebook just thick enough so that she could cut out some of the pages and found a way to stick her diary inside. The square hole was a little big but her diary still was able to fit in. She began to write.
'Dear dumb diary, looks like I'm stuck inside Ms. Taylor's class once again. Poor little Ms. Taylor has gotten so old, she can't even remember what she did yesterday. To be honest, I'm starting to feel sorry for her. Anyways, today "Dad" told me I have to take a shift at his stupid beeper store today. This should be interesting
Briiinnnnng!
Thank God! Time for 5th hour. Helga grabbed her things in a hurry and got out of class.
Gerald's Point of View
"Man, they should not hire former military sergeants as gym teachers!"
"Come on Gerald, Mr. Williams isn't that bad."
"You think running 40 laps around the gym isn't bad?!
"Well maybe if you didn't tell him to shut up this wouldn't have happened."
"Are you kidding me? He had it coming!"
"Whatever."
The two walked to there lockers to get their things for their fifth hour, Ms. Taylor.
"Forget what I said about Mr. Williams, I think I hate this class more than Gym!"
"Do you happen to like any classes Gerald?"
"Well, now that I think about it, I do happen to like social studies…"
A smile crept across Gerald's face.
"You only like it because Ms. Jackson has big bo-"
"Hey! Move it football head! Can't you see I have a class to go to!"
"We all do Helga."
"Hmm, funny it seems like someone finally grew a pair."
"Ignore her Arnold. Close your lips and just walk away"
"Fine."
Helga pushed past Arnold as they went in the other direction.
Gerald took his seat in the front of the class. He pulled his chair out and grabbed his books so he could put them in his desk. In the corner he noticed a little pink book.
"What the?"
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