This is my first FanFic. Enjoy!
(I Do Not Own Hey Arnold!)
"9th Grade. I wonder how everyone's summer has been?" A taller football headed boy said to his best friend, Gerald Johansen.
"Man, you have no idea! You were in San Lorenzo so long. At least we're in high school together, and hopefully some of the ladies are finer than they were in middle school!"
"A typical Gerald response." Arnold mused "So, since I spent all last week hanging out with you and unpacking, NOW do you mind telling me what has changed? Or are you still going to make me 'wait and see for myself?'"
It was the first week of school and all the students from PS 118 had returned, another grade older, and with a few surprises.
Arnold and Gerald went to the office to grab their schedules and were told to head straight to their homeroom classes, and luckily for them, they had the same homeroom. Class 104.
Once they found their classroom, they walked in and were surprised by who had greeted them, none other than Mr. Robert Simmons himself. The room looked like their old forth grade classroom, with a few modifications because of their grade.
Mr. Simmons looked as youthful and excited as ever.
"Well, Hello Arnold! I'm glad to see you safely back from San Lorenzo! And Gerald! You have grown so much!"
The Boys were actually happy to see Mr. Simmons because he was actually a pretty fun teacher to have, even with him saying "special" so much. They simply greeted Mr. Simmons and went to sit in their seats. Class would start in 5 minutes and since they already got their locker assignments, there was nothing left to do but wait.
"So... Care to tell me anything I should be aware of?" Arnold asked, eyeing Gerald.
"Never trust Cafeteria food." Gerald stated, causing an annoyed look to come from Arnold. "Man, I'm just kidding. Okay, so everyone is the same. There have been some changes, but overall, everyone is still their same old self." Arnold smiled, waiting for Gerald to continue.
"but, there are some surprises. Believe me, some of the things you are about to see may shock, and possibly horrify you!" Gerald suddenly continued, as students began to come through the door. And boy, Gerald wasn't lying.
First was Rhonda Lloyd's glasses and long hair. Now, she embraced the glasses, since she was told in 6th grade she would never have contact lenses, which of course, she denied and had an endless number of failed attempts trying to wear contact lenses to school, only to have to take them out later because they would make her eyes water uncontrollably. Curly took high notice, as usual, and fawned over her more than ever, thinking she looked beautiful without them. Rhonda still ignored him and walked to her seat, stylish as ever, with a Curly following close behind.
More of their old 4th grade classmates walked in, not much had changed.
Suddenly, Harold was next to walk in the room. Harold had lost some weight, and was wearing a football jersey that didn't show his stomach. Following behind him was Sid, still sporting his beetle boots, and behind Sid was Stinky, taller than ever. Arnold noticed Lila and Stinky holding hands, and was a bit surprised. Then again, thinking about it, Stinky and Lila were very southern and liked simple lives. Arnold looked and saw Gerald with an apprehensive look on his face like he didn't know what Arnold was thinking or felt, so he didn't know what to say.
Arnold laughed "I'm fine, Gerald." Gerald sighed a breath of relief, only to suddenly hold his breath, and stare past Arnold. Arnold, not being so dense took notice at what Gerald was so caught up in.
As if on cue, Phoebe Hyerdoll had walked in the room. The Kentucky-Asian girl was beautiful by all means. She had on clothes that were similar to her 5th grade apparel (which was the last time Arnold had seen her), and was taller, but still petite and possibly the smallest in the class. She sat in front of Gerald, but not before sitting her books in front of Arnold's desk.
Most of the class was there, but Gerald and Arnold stared at each other in wonder as to why Phoebe had done that. They were about to ask when suddenly the bell rang. Mr. Simmons was about to speak and greet everyone when suddenly, the door opened and everyone except Phoebe gasped.
A tall blonde girl who looked extremely familiar stood there in the door. She was tall, with two perfectly waxed eyebrows, her hair was long and blonde and cascaded down past her shoulders, and her blue eyes were something you would willingly swim in. She was absolutely beautiful, and Arnold couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Hi Mr. Simmons." She spoke in such a way that made Arnold into a puddle of mush the second her heard her speak. "I'm sorry I'm late. Oh, hey Pheebs. Thanks for saving me a seat!" She smiled kindly at Phoebe, who picked her books up from the desk in front of Arnold, and where the pretty girl was now sitting.
Gerald leaned over to Arnold and whispered as quietly as possible "that cant be…"
Suddenly cut off by Mr. Simmons "now that Helga has joined us, we can take roll call." Everyone gasped again and took a 3rd look at Helga (since 2 obviously wasn't enough) and were beyond shocked. Phoebe giggled and said "See Helga, I told you, you would be fine. You look fantastic!" Phoebe smiled, and Helga actually smiled back "thanks Pheebs. But I think they might be over-reacting a bit." Helga suddenly noticed someone was behind her and glanced long enough to understand just who he was.
"Arnold?!" Helga jumped. She hadn't seen him since the end of 5th grade when he left for San Lorenzo. Suddenly, everyone's attentions were on the two blondes. Both didn't know what to say to each other, so they stood there gawking at the other, both surprised by the other.
Arnold had written letters to everyone when he moved to San Lorenzo. Helga got all his letters and they wrote back for a while. Until school had become too hectic and part time jobs got in the way. Arnold was always helping his parents in San Lorenzo and he barley had enough time to do school and write letters to friends. Meanwhile, everyone in Hillwood had their own lives to live. Obviously, the only person Arnold wrote letters to after 7th grade was Gerald who eagerly wrote him back, and occasionally Helga, only to never be responded to.
"Hey Helga." Arnold said suddenly gaining his composure, after being in pure shock.
"How's it going football head?" she smirked. Man did he miss her.
"I never thought id actually miss being called football head." He laughed. He had long ago fallen in love with her. He could never pinpoint when, but he knew they were practically destined to be together after that kiss in San Lorenzo, when Arnold found his parents.
"Well get used to it." She suddenly pulled a move that left them all speechless. She winked at him. She winked at him! Him! Arnold! That meant she still loved him right?
While this was going on, everyone only stared in pure shock. Nobody had expected Helga to look so good and be so…. Not a bully. And Nobody but Gerald had expected Arnold's return to Hillwood.
Mr. Simmons finally spoke up "Alright class, since it's the first day I'll go over classroom procedures and all that fun stuff and if there's time left at the end of class, I'll let you catch up with Arnold about San Lorenzo or talk." He paused to let his message sink in before continuing "All of you know me already" he smiled "but I guess I should explain why I'm here. I got a promotion over the summer and I will be your homeroom and final class this entire year, as well as the Freshman guidance councilor. They let me choose my students and I wanted this year to be easier on all of us, so I requested everyone from my first 2 years of teaching, so here you are! Now that that's out of the way, I shall explain classroom procedures and what you will need."
Mr. Simmons continued to talk, and pass out papers until the last 20 minutes of first bell, then let the students have the last 20 minutes to converse amongst themselves. Everyone took full advantage of it, taking their chance to swarm Arnold with hugs, welcomes, and questions. Helga, Phoebe, and Gerald smiled standing away from the mob. After Arnold was too overwhelmed, Gerald stepped in, batting everyone off by telling them not to overwhelm the guy and answering questions with Arnold.
Arnold, being the nice guy he was, hugged all the girls who hugged him, and even some of his male friends. It felt good to be missed, and even better to be home.
Suddenly, as the mob slowly dispersed from Arnold, boys suddenly began gawking over Helga. But the queen bee of fashion was unable to resist asking Helga what happened to her fashion sense over the summer, so she shoved her way through the crowd around Arnold and made her way to the crowd forming around Helga. She also didn't like the spot light being taken from her.
"Helga! What in the heck happened to you?! Its like my dream came true! The unfashionable suddenly have style!" Rhonda squealed with absolute delight. Rhonda was not one to compliment Helga since they were not friends, but hey! She could take notice in something great happening!
"Yes Helga, you look ever so beautiful from that trash you wore in middle school!" Lila chirped, being Rhonda's follower.
Lila might have been sweet in Elementary School, but she became a downright bitch in middle school, although she was able to cover that up with her "ever so" sweetness. Boys wanted to date her, some got lucky, and others were ranked under her league, since she became best friends with Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd.
"Pipe Down Tweety-Birds." Helga shot at them with one of her award winning scowls. "Incase you haven't realized Rhondaliod, I never cared what I looked like. And Lila- put a sock in it. I'm still a tomboy, which reminds me I have some unfinished business to attend to." Helga smirked "Yo Pinkboy, football game at Gerald Field tonight at 7? My Team vs. Yours?" Helga called out at the small crowd surrounding her.
"You're on Helga!" Harold called back, laughing. Harold and Helga turned out to be friends, and didn't torment each other as much, but were still competitive. Even though Helga was now a complete bombshell, she was still a tomboy. Her clothes could never change that.
Rhonda and Lila scoffed and walked away to converse over Helga's sudden change. Lila also wanted to see just how much she could flirt with Arnold before her "ever so" loving boyfriend noticed. But Arnold wasn't really paying her attention anymore, his eyes were on a tall blonde girl.
Arnold, after having managed to escape from his crowd, had walked over to talk to Helga for the rest of class.
"Hey Helga." He smiled
"Hey Football Head" she winked. Man, he would never get tired of that.
"I wanted to ask you what's your schedule?" she held out her schedule to compare to his. He didn't have any other reason to talk to her since she was his childhood bully. But from how nice (and, if he wasn't mistaken) flirty she was being, it was safe to talk to her.
"every class?!" they shouted in unison. They had been given all the same classrooms at all the same times.
"Guess that means we'll be seeing a lot of each other, wont we, football head?"
"Whatever you say Helga." Arnold simply smiled, shaking his head.
I Will Continue Writing. This Next Chapter Will Explain Helga's Slight Change In Personality.