No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man,
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
It's a morning routine she has come to hate. It begins with an alarm jolting her awake and forcing her out of her ideal dreams into her dreary everyday life. She hates putting on her same pink outfit and uselessly rummaging through kitchen cabinets just to head out and rush to school empty-handed. No hello from Big Bob. No good morning from Miriam.
But right as she approaches the steps of P.S. 118, her morning brightens up, if just for a few seconds, when she spots that familiar head of blonde hair and blue hat. It's almost like she's back in her bed, relishing in the sweetest of dreams before she snaps back into reality.
His eyes meet hers and in his bright tone, he acknowledges her presence when no one else does. "Hey Helga. I didn't see you on the bus this morning."
"Of course you didn't see me on the bus, Arnold-o. I was late," she replies with spite. "What's it to you anyway?"
"Nothing. I just thought you might be sick or something," Arnold says with true concern.
"Well tough luck football head. Looks like you're stuck with me all day."
He smiles up at her. "I'm glad you're feeling alright Helga."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now get outta my way before you make me even later," she demands as she shoves him out of the way.
Helga makes a stop at her locker, and checks to see if the coast is clear before she pulls out her locket. Dreamy green eyes threaten to claw their way through Helga's blue eyes and demand a change. But she couldn't change. She could only follow this same routine of regret and wishing she could stop pushing away the one person she wishes she could hold close.
A/N: This idea was inspired by the writer smarty0007