Helga's Last Wish
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold. Do not rub it in Period.
It is 2005. I am 14 yrs. old, This is my story. The story of me, Helga G. Pataki, and what happened to me last year, when I turned 13. About the last time I wished upon a birthday star. I remeber it like it was yesterday.
*sigh* Another birthday, another year. It was midnight a warm June night, in 2004. I had just turned 13. Why doesn't anyone ever notice me, A single tear fell down my face. Nobody had noticed me since preschool...and even than. No I can't think about it, it's too painful. A lot has changed since I was nine. I traded in my pink bow and dress for a much more mature pink and purple tubetop and hiphugger jeans. My hair is worn in various hairstyles. I am still a bully, but only playfully and everyone knows it. They know that I'm a nice person and easy to talk too. That cange came when Lila died when i was 10. She was murdered, and everone saw how much I "really" cared about all my friends when I put the murderer to justice. I went out to my roof to look at the stars for a while like I have been doing since since my third birthday party. I guess it's a type of tradition. Every year I wish on a shooting star on my birthday. I don't know why I even bother. My wishes never come true. I have been wishing for the same thing every year. I look up into the night sky. it's so beautiful. Every thing just seems to be in it's perfect place. The sky was a smooth blue- black with million of pieces of silver floating in it. Sparkling and glowing till my eyes burned. Then I saw my star. I closed my eyes and whispered that same wish once again. " I wish Arnold would love me".
End chap.
Author's notes: So what did you think? Please review. no flames about Lila please. I don't like her. She had to go. This story will heat up. I promise. Sorry this was soo short, but it's just the intro. Next chap. will be longer hopefully.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold. Do not rub it in Period.
It is 2005. I am 14 yrs. old, This is my story. The story of me, Helga G. Pataki, and what happened to me last year, when I turned 13. About the last time I wished upon a birthday star. I remeber it like it was yesterday.
*sigh* Another birthday, another year. It was midnight a warm June night, in 2004. I had just turned 13. Why doesn't anyone ever notice me, A single tear fell down my face. Nobody had noticed me since preschool...and even than. No I can't think about it, it's too painful. A lot has changed since I was nine. I traded in my pink bow and dress for a much more mature pink and purple tubetop and hiphugger jeans. My hair is worn in various hairstyles. I am still a bully, but only playfully and everyone knows it. They know that I'm a nice person and easy to talk too. That cange came when Lila died when i was 10. She was murdered, and everone saw how much I "really" cared about all my friends when I put the murderer to justice. I went out to my roof to look at the stars for a while like I have been doing since since my third birthday party. I guess it's a type of tradition. Every year I wish on a shooting star on my birthday. I don't know why I even bother. My wishes never come true. I have been wishing for the same thing every year. I look up into the night sky. it's so beautiful. Every thing just seems to be in it's perfect place. The sky was a smooth blue- black with million of pieces of silver floating in it. Sparkling and glowing till my eyes burned. Then I saw my star. I closed my eyes and whispered that same wish once again. " I wish Arnold would love me".
End chap.
Author's notes: So what did you think? Please review. no flames about Lila please. I don't like her. She had to go. This story will heat up. I promise. Sorry this was soo short, but it's just the intro. Next chap. will be longer hopefully.