Hey Arnold!
Goodbye, Helga
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold and I don't have anything to do with the show! Hey Arnold is created by Craig Bartlett!
Notes: I've decided to write a sequel to the All Grown Up series, but this isn't it. I've decided to keep you all waiting for a bit! :-) Anyway, back to when the gang are nine years old, this fic takes place. I don't know how long this will be!
Big Bob was sitting at his office desk, although he didn't actually appear to be doing anything. There was a knock at the office door and Helga burst in.
"Olga?" said Bob. "What are you doing here, little lady?"
"It's Helga, Dad!" moaned Helga. "Why do you think I'm here? I told you a million times that today was Take Your Daughter To Work Day. You were supposed to drive me here!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" shouted Bob. "I'm a businessman, and I haven't got time to deal with you all day!"
"Well, what do you want me to do?" asked Helga.
"Just go over to the corner and sit down in that seat! You can just watch me!"
Helga muttered something under her breath, but went over to the corner and sat down, watching Bob. Bob just sat back in his chair. Helga wondered if something was actually going to happen. Then, after a couple of minutes, Helga got really bored and said, "So, are you going to do anything? It's boring just sitting here watching you staring into space!"
"Listen, Olga. This is what I do. I sit here and wait for the phone to ring. When the phone rings, I sell beepers. I make a sale and I make money!"
"It's Helga!" shouted Helga. "So, why isn't the phone ringing?"
"If you are ever going to get involved in business, you will have to know that you can't expect to make dozens of sales in one day!"
"So, how many sales have you made today, Dad?" asked Helga.
"Well, none, but it's still early in the day."
"How many did you make yesterday?" demanded Helga.
"Well... none," he admitted.
"So, we're not making any money, are we, Bob?" snapped Helga.
"Just don't worry about it!" growled Bob. "Business will pick up!"
Helga got up from her chair and looked out of the window. "So, you don't think that you're not getting any business because of the fact that a big new beeper company has moved in across the road?"
"Listen!" shouted Bob. "This is my business! If I want your advice I will ask for it!"
"I'm just making an observation!" she shouted back at him.
"Well, for your information, people like to try new businesses to see what they are like. They'll all come crawling back to me after a few days. Just don't worry."
That night at dinner, Miriam asked Helga. "So, honey, did you learn anything at Daddy's office today?"
"Nothing except that Dad just sits there all day and doesn't do any work," said Helga.
"Oh," said Miriam, who wasn't really paying attention to Helga's answer. "That's nice."
Later on that night, Helga overheard Bob on the phone. He was saying, "Yeah, business was still no better, today. If things don't pick up, I may have to put Plan X into action."
"What's Plan X?" Helga asked herself.
For a few days, Bob didn't mention his business situation to his family, but Helga noticed that he seemed really nervous and uptight. But, one evening, at dinner, Bob asked Helga and Miriam to listen for a moment. "Listen," said Bob. "I have to admit that my business is very bad at the moment and it's not showing any signs of improving. I'm afraid that this is a crisis situation."
"What are you going to do?" asked Helga.
"Well, if Big Bob's Beeper's isn't doing well here, we will have to move and make it successful in another city."
"Move?" asked Helga.
"Yes," said Bob. "We're going to move. What do you think, Miriam?"
"Oh, I don't mind," she said in her whiny voice.
"When will we be moving?" asked Helga.
"I will have to tie a few loose ends here," said Bob. "But, probably in about three weeks."
"Please don't make me move!" said Helga.
"Don't be so selfish!" shouted Bob. "We need money! To get money, we will have to set up Big Bob's Beepers in another city, whether you like it or not! Now go to your room!"
Helga stormed up to her bedroom and slammed the door. "Move?" she asked herself. "Away from Arnold?"
Helga was heartbroken. She wasn't in a relationship with Arnold, but Arnold still was a big part of her life. Being separated from him would be terrible. Helga loved being near him and she loved to admire him, even if it was only from afar. Helga knew that she wouldn't be able to handle life without Arnold, but she was moving away from him! Bob had made it sound definite. What would she do now?
The next morning, in the school playground, Helga needed somebody to talk to and she found Phoebe. They both sat down on a bench together. Phoebe saw that Helga looked upset and had something to tell her.
"What's the matter?" asked Phoebe.
"It's Bob," said Helga. "His business is going badly. So badly that we have to move to another city."
"I can understand why that could be a problem for you," said Phoebe. "It's because you are going to miss Arnold, isn't it Helga?"
"Yes," admitted Helga. "It's just that, Arnold is the one who keeps me going. He is the person who I constantly think about, night or day. I don't love anybody more than him. And I don't know if I will be able to survive without him!"
When the bell rang, all of the students rushed inside the school building. Helga told Mr. Simmons briefly about her moving away. Helga took her seat.
"Right, class," said Mr. Simmons. "I've just received some very bad news. A member of our class will be leaving us. Helga will be moving to another city in three weeks. Well, I would just like to say that you will be greatly missed, Helga. You are a special part of this class and you will always be a part of this class."
Then, Mr. Simmons started the lesson, but at Recess, Helga overheard Arnold and Gerald talking about her.
"What do you think about Helga moving to another city?" Arnold asked Gerald.
"I'm glad," said Gerald. "She's not exactly the nicest member of our class, is she?"
"I can see what you mean," started Arnold. "But, there still has to be another side to Helga. She can't be all bad. I just wish that I could see a different side to her."
"I think that there will be more chance of Eugene going a day without having an accident than you seeing a different side to Helga."
"I just don't know, Gerald," said Arnold.
After hearing this, Helga had to talk to Phoebe. When she found her in the playground, she said, "If I am going to leave in three weeks, I have to do something first."
"What's that?" asked Phoebe.
"Arnold knows that there is another side to me than my mean bully front. Over these next three weeks, I have to show him my other side! He needs to remember me as a nice girl who he misses, not a bully who he is glad to see the back of!"
"Does this mean that you will confess you true feelings to him?" asked Phoebe.
"I'll just see how the being nice part goes first," said Helga.
Notes: So, did you like this? I hope so! Comments, ideas and suggestions are welcome, as always. How will Helga succeed in being nice to Arnold? Part Two is coming soon!
Goodbye, Helga
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold and I don't have anything to do with the show! Hey Arnold is created by Craig Bartlett!
Notes: I've decided to write a sequel to the All Grown Up series, but this isn't it. I've decided to keep you all waiting for a bit! :-) Anyway, back to when the gang are nine years old, this fic takes place. I don't know how long this will be!
Big Bob was sitting at his office desk, although he didn't actually appear to be doing anything. There was a knock at the office door and Helga burst in.
"Olga?" said Bob. "What are you doing here, little lady?"
"It's Helga, Dad!" moaned Helga. "Why do you think I'm here? I told you a million times that today was Take Your Daughter To Work Day. You were supposed to drive me here!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" shouted Bob. "I'm a businessman, and I haven't got time to deal with you all day!"
"Well, what do you want me to do?" asked Helga.
"Just go over to the corner and sit down in that seat! You can just watch me!"
Helga muttered something under her breath, but went over to the corner and sat down, watching Bob. Bob just sat back in his chair. Helga wondered if something was actually going to happen. Then, after a couple of minutes, Helga got really bored and said, "So, are you going to do anything? It's boring just sitting here watching you staring into space!"
"Listen, Olga. This is what I do. I sit here and wait for the phone to ring. When the phone rings, I sell beepers. I make a sale and I make money!"
"It's Helga!" shouted Helga. "So, why isn't the phone ringing?"
"If you are ever going to get involved in business, you will have to know that you can't expect to make dozens of sales in one day!"
"So, how many sales have you made today, Dad?" asked Helga.
"Well, none, but it's still early in the day."
"How many did you make yesterday?" demanded Helga.
"Well... none," he admitted.
"So, we're not making any money, are we, Bob?" snapped Helga.
"Just don't worry about it!" growled Bob. "Business will pick up!"
Helga got up from her chair and looked out of the window. "So, you don't think that you're not getting any business because of the fact that a big new beeper company has moved in across the road?"
"Listen!" shouted Bob. "This is my business! If I want your advice I will ask for it!"
"I'm just making an observation!" she shouted back at him.
"Well, for your information, people like to try new businesses to see what they are like. They'll all come crawling back to me after a few days. Just don't worry."
That night at dinner, Miriam asked Helga. "So, honey, did you learn anything at Daddy's office today?"
"Nothing except that Dad just sits there all day and doesn't do any work," said Helga.
"Oh," said Miriam, who wasn't really paying attention to Helga's answer. "That's nice."
Later on that night, Helga overheard Bob on the phone. He was saying, "Yeah, business was still no better, today. If things don't pick up, I may have to put Plan X into action."
"What's Plan X?" Helga asked herself.
For a few days, Bob didn't mention his business situation to his family, but Helga noticed that he seemed really nervous and uptight. But, one evening, at dinner, Bob asked Helga and Miriam to listen for a moment. "Listen," said Bob. "I have to admit that my business is very bad at the moment and it's not showing any signs of improving. I'm afraid that this is a crisis situation."
"What are you going to do?" asked Helga.
"Well, if Big Bob's Beeper's isn't doing well here, we will have to move and make it successful in another city."
"Move?" asked Helga.
"Yes," said Bob. "We're going to move. What do you think, Miriam?"
"Oh, I don't mind," she said in her whiny voice.
"When will we be moving?" asked Helga.
"I will have to tie a few loose ends here," said Bob. "But, probably in about three weeks."
"Please don't make me move!" said Helga.
"Don't be so selfish!" shouted Bob. "We need money! To get money, we will have to set up Big Bob's Beepers in another city, whether you like it or not! Now go to your room!"
Helga stormed up to her bedroom and slammed the door. "Move?" she asked herself. "Away from Arnold?"
Helga was heartbroken. She wasn't in a relationship with Arnold, but Arnold still was a big part of her life. Being separated from him would be terrible. Helga loved being near him and she loved to admire him, even if it was only from afar. Helga knew that she wouldn't be able to handle life without Arnold, but she was moving away from him! Bob had made it sound definite. What would she do now?
The next morning, in the school playground, Helga needed somebody to talk to and she found Phoebe. They both sat down on a bench together. Phoebe saw that Helga looked upset and had something to tell her.
"What's the matter?" asked Phoebe.
"It's Bob," said Helga. "His business is going badly. So badly that we have to move to another city."
"I can understand why that could be a problem for you," said Phoebe. "It's because you are going to miss Arnold, isn't it Helga?"
"Yes," admitted Helga. "It's just that, Arnold is the one who keeps me going. He is the person who I constantly think about, night or day. I don't love anybody more than him. And I don't know if I will be able to survive without him!"
When the bell rang, all of the students rushed inside the school building. Helga told Mr. Simmons briefly about her moving away. Helga took her seat.
"Right, class," said Mr. Simmons. "I've just received some very bad news. A member of our class will be leaving us. Helga will be moving to another city in three weeks. Well, I would just like to say that you will be greatly missed, Helga. You are a special part of this class and you will always be a part of this class."
Then, Mr. Simmons started the lesson, but at Recess, Helga overheard Arnold and Gerald talking about her.
"What do you think about Helga moving to another city?" Arnold asked Gerald.
"I'm glad," said Gerald. "She's not exactly the nicest member of our class, is she?"
"I can see what you mean," started Arnold. "But, there still has to be another side to Helga. She can't be all bad. I just wish that I could see a different side to her."
"I think that there will be more chance of Eugene going a day without having an accident than you seeing a different side to Helga."
"I just don't know, Gerald," said Arnold.
After hearing this, Helga had to talk to Phoebe. When she found her in the playground, she said, "If I am going to leave in three weeks, I have to do something first."
"What's that?" asked Phoebe.
"Arnold knows that there is another side to me than my mean bully front. Over these next three weeks, I have to show him my other side! He needs to remember me as a nice girl who he misses, not a bully who he is glad to see the back of!"
"Does this mean that you will confess you true feelings to him?" asked Phoebe.
"I'll just see how the being nice part goes first," said Helga.
Notes: So, did you like this? I hope so! Comments, ideas and suggestions are welcome, as always. How will Helga succeed in being nice to Arnold? Part Two is coming soon!