Hey Arnold fanfic
Little Red Diary
Prologue 1 (16 going on 17)
I do not own the rights to Hey Arnold. I am just a devoted fan that loved the cartoon series when young. This is my first time posting a fanfic online; I love writing them and sharing them with friends. I finally took the courage to do this online. Please read and respond, I ask though no nasty comments. I say this again; this is my first fanfic that I place online.
Being sixteen was no easy thing but turning seventeen was even worse. Being sixteen meant you had become a young adult with new experiences that were waiting a head of you. Seventeen was a different story; it was the beginning and the end. There was the excitement of senior year but the horror of what was to come next.
Funny thing though for Helga G. Pataki it was a different tale, in a month she would be seventeen and she could not wait for it. It meant her final chapter of high school years was upon her, which was a gift from heaven. Not that she hated school and she would miss her friends, but high school was a lot tougher than she had imagined. She had yet to have a high school boyfriend, and no matter what her friend Rhonda said she was not going to change her looks to attract a guy. If a guy was interested in her, he had to be into her persona and the way she looked. Though no longer a bully, she was still a tomboy, minus the unibrow and pigtails. For her it was faded blue jeans with ripped holes at the knees, a T-shirt (usually it had the color pink the only girlie thing she wore), a pair of converse, and a baseball cap with her hair down (though many did not know she still wore her pink hair ribbon underneath it.) It was also hard to have a boyfriend when the majority of the boys saw you as one of the guys. She did hang out with the girls but it got annoying when they were all over their boyfriends or would not shut up about them, so she rather hang out with the guys and play sports.
The main reason why she could not wait to leave was because of her dysfunctional household. Bob was still a workaholic that only cared about the next profit who still called her by her sister's name. Miriam had finally stopped drinking but only because Olga had come back to live with them. Of course with Olga back Helga was non existent, she came and went as she pleased which for most kids was an opportunity to go down the wrong path but she thought differently. She knew the only way to escape the pain was to get an education and leave, which she did.
This summer she had received her acceptance letter to Oxford University in England for the English program all expenses paid. They had been so impressed by her poetry skills the Dean even said she was moved to tears with one of her entries which she had written at the age of thirteen. She had not told her family yet, but what was the point they would not care. They would have no clue till she had to go to the airport. She had saved all her summer money for her plane ticket and still had enough for all her senior year expenses.
The doorbell rang. Helga went down the stairs taking two at a time. She looked through the peep hole and saw her best friend since childhood.
"Hey Phebes!"
"Hello Helga! Are you ready to go?" Phoebe had been Helga's best friend since pre-K. They had their moments but had always been there for one another. Phebes had definetly been there for her, especially at her toughest moments. One of those moments was when "ice cream" had finally confessed he liked her too after they had rescued his parents and the green eyed village people, but alas that joy did not last long. In less than six months Arnold had moved with his parents back to San Lorenzo, since then Helga rarely mentioned "ice cream."
"Yeah let me grab my shoulder bag and put on my converse."
"So, Rhonda and Nadine are going to meet us at the establishment. I am so excited to go clothes shopping, aren't you Helga?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Meh, I don't really feel any difference one way or the other. Just as long as I can get what I need. And what this girl needs is some new sports bras, new pair of sneakers, some cool graphic Ts, and one or two board shorts."
Phoebe pouted "Helga! We had an agreement upon me winning the wager."
~Darn Phoebe~ They had placed a littler wager on her getting into Oxford. Helga had betted against herself from being accepted while Phoebe had other thoughts. In losing, Phoebe's winnings was that Helga had to dress a little more feminine for their senior year.
"Damn! I had hoped you would have forgotten about that stupid bet by now." Helga rolled her eyes.
"Helga, you should know by now that I never forget such an arrangement. I was so confident that you would succeed in such a endeavor, I trusted Rhonda about the conformity."
"YOU DID WHAT?! Phoebe! Why?! Did something get loose in your Asian little head? Now she is going to view me as her own Barbie doll and dress me up like a prissy preppy girlie girl!" Helga grunted and sighed heavily, this was going to be a nightmare.
"Oh Helga, don't be ill hearted or of little faith. Rhonda is a fashionista, she will dress you to the accordance to your taste." Phoebe smiled cheekily, they both walked up the stairs on to the bus. Helga knew she only smiled that way when ever she was up to something.
"Yeah I won't hold my breath Pheebs. You know how the queen of our school is, she had been wanting to place her grummy hands on me since I developed breasts. I like the way I am, duh!" she rolled her eyes as they left her house.
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