I know I shouldn't be writing in English, I can't even write in Spanish, for god's sake! But I promise I would do my best to make this fan fiction readable!!

This is just a silly story about a girl, like the title says, and who's that girl? Helga.

Disclaimer: Believe me, I shouldn't be writing this if I owned the show…

Story of a girl

Prologue

Yesterday I wouldn't have thought that this was possible, I mean… for 5 five I have dreamt about this but I never really believe it would happen! Not even a month ago when Bob told me that we were moving back to the city I thought I would see him again…

I know that after so many years I should have forgotten him, that it should have been a silly little crush, but no!! I'm pathetic… but I was even more pathetic 5 years ago, if it wasn't because I have my own little Arnold in home I would have run away from this city just to find him… you don't have idea what I'm talking about, do you? I'll tell you my story then…

I remember when Bob and Miriam told us (Olga was there) that we were going to have a… brother. My reaction? Panic. I didn't want a little male version of Olga running all over the house! And the worse part:  I was sure that I would have to baby-sit him!

The next nine months were hell, Bob was even bossier than before, Miriam was nervous all the time and Olga stayed at home! But finally it happened. Miriam was in labor.

Olga and I had to wait for three hours sitting in the waiting room of the hospital. I thought I would finally have peace and quiet, at least for a while, but Olga decided to talk…

"What do you think he should be called, baby sister?"

"Who?" I was just playing dumb; I'm not that dense.

"The baby, of course, silly"

"I don't know…"

"Oh, c'mon, don't you have a name in mind?"

"Arnold" I said, almost without thinking.

"Arnold, that's a really nice name"

"Hum…" I nodded.

"… Isn't that the name of a boy that was in your class?" Maybe she isn't that dumb.

"No! … Well, yes…now that you remind me I don't think they should name that baby 'Arnold', maybe he will get a football shaped head!" She just smiled at me. I hate when she does that.

Two hours later we were in Miriam's room, she was holding a baby… my little brother. Bob and Olga looked at him like they hadn't seen a baby before; I just stood there for an eternity (actually, I think it was only ten minutes) when Olga said:

"What's his name?"

"We don't have a name, why don't you choose one?" Said Miriam.

"What about Arnold?" No, I didn't say that. Olga did.

"Arnold?" Bob said… I'm sure that name seemed familiar to him. "I think it is perfect" My jaw dropped.

My lil' bro turned out to be a sweet, caring, gentle boy. How strange, uh? And I turned out to be his nanny… But I didn't care, I loved him, I love him. When we moved to California I was eleven years old and had no friends, but I had my own Arnold, that was the only thing that kept me sane!  I never stopped loving the other Arnold, though.  

And then, when I finally thought of that city as my home, when finally my Arnold was going to start first grade, when I finally had a boyfriend, we had to move back.

Arnold didn't want to moved, he cried all the way back home, that's why I had to promise I would take him to his new school. And I did.

Now I'm here, standing in the front door of my old school, now Arnold's new school, with him by the hand and in the end of the hall, talking with a little girl that would probably be my brother's classmate, is the other Arnold.

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That's just the prologue, that's why its so short =)

I think I will continue this just to practice my English u_u

If it wasn't for the stars

I wouldn't see

If it wasn't for the wind

I wouldn't hear

If it wasn't for the trees

I wouldn't breath

If it wasn't for you

Why should I live?

Irene