Well, here it is. My first HA story on FanFiction.Net…I've been waiting to do this, but never got around to it! I FINALLY DID IT! Well, here's the customary mumbo jumbo…
I do not own anything related to Hey Arnold. Craig Bartlett, who is one of the most awesome human beings alive does, and I wouldn't dare steal it from him. IT'S HIS BABY, DANG IT!! ARG!!!
Ok, I'm done. Here ya go!

Chapter One

BRRRRRRRRIIIING!!!!!!!

"Alright class, you're dismissed. Oh, don't forget to do your "Special" Place project over the weeke-………..class?"

Mr. Simmons stood alone in the classroom, his students having bolted out the door as soon as the bell rang.

"Well! I guess they really like writing projects! What great kids…" Mr. Simmons said putting away his grade book.

PS118 was completely devoid of students in a matter of minutes. Principal Wartz was in his office, playing with his animals (you didn't hear that from me), and all of the teachers were correcting homework, doing paperwork, etc.

Anyway, in a vacant lot down the street (which was named Gerald Field) a group of fourth graders were playing baseball. Among them were Arnold, Gerald, Sid, Stinky, Helga, Sheena, Harold, Eugene and Curly.

"Throw the ball, "pink boy"! I'm growin' old over here!" Helga yelled, crowding the plate.

"Yeah, c'mon Harold!" Sid exclaimed.

"Fine, ya' bunch o' wussies! Here it comes!" Harold said. He threw it, and it started spinning! It went straight for Helga, like a rocket, but she was ready.

SLAM!!!

The ball flew over the buildings and into the street on the other side!

"YEE HAW!!!" Curly yelled. Helga ran around the bases and slid into home base.

"That was great, Helga!" Arnold said.

"I know football head! Of course it was!" Helga said cockily.

"Whatever," Arnold said with a sigh. He walked back to the bench and waited to be up. Helga, however, ran around the corner of the lot and pulled out a locket with Arnold's picture inside. She got woozy just by looking at it.

"Oh, Arnold! Why must I torment you day after day, while deep down in my heart I am giddily in love with everything about you? Why do I torture myself, by suppressing my feelings and acting like they don't exist? Why can't I just grit my teeth and tell you that I'm madly in love with you and that I want to spend the rest of my LIFE with you? Why, why, - "

*wheeze, wheeze*

SMACK!

Brainy's glasses broke for the umpteenth time as he plummeted down to the ground. Helga rolled her eyes as she walked back to the game, shoving the locket far inside her pocket.
Arnold was up to bat, and she yelled jeers and taunts at him, despite the fact that they were on the same team.

"Hey, everyone! Arnold's up, you might want to MOVE IN!!" She yelled. Harold snickered and started his own teasing.

"Oh, look, it's Aaaaaarnold! You widdle baaaaaby! You couldn't hit this ball if it was on a tee! HA!" Arnold squinted at him.

"Just pitch it…" he mumbled. Harold raised his arm, pulled back, and -

SCREEEEEEEECH!

A fancy looking black limousine came to an abrupt stop, enraging the drivers behind him, who nearly rear-ended it. The driver stepped out and opened the back door, revealing a very rich looking man, with a black suit and a red tie on his neck. He held himself with an exceedingly dignified, and almost pompous manner. As he walked toward the group, they stared at him with wide eyes.

"Where might I find a Miss Helga Geraldine Pataki? I have been told that this is where she would be." He said, annunciating every word perfectly. All eyes turned to Helga, who looked extremely dumbfounded. Taking the stares as an indicator, the man walked toward her and held out an envelope.

"I was…sent…to give you this. I would strongly advise you to refrain from opening this in front of your classmates." He said, acting as if his time was much too precious for him to be used as a mere messenger. Helga took it in her hands, and he turned around toward his limo. He was gone as quickly as he had come.

Helga wanted badly to open it, but obeyed the man's wishes and decided to wait until she was alone in her room. The rest of the kids were unusually quiet, except for Harold, who broke the silence by snorting with laughter.

"Geraldine? HA!"

"CAN IT, PINK BOY! Let's just get the game going, alright??"




Woo! Wow, now I'm pooped. Well, I hope you like this story, cause there's got a lot more coming!

-Invader Krag the Inimitable and Intolerable