~* G'day fellow HA fans

~* G'day fellow HA fans! This little story is almost finished just some chapters need a bit of revising and perfecting. But they'll soon be up too. Read and enjoy! -Risma ; P *~

Disclaimer: Hey Arnold! does not belong to me unless Craig Barlett gets a crazy idea of forking it over. I ain't stopping him. But suing me for doing a pathetic job is a waste of time, trust me!

Love? What a Joke!

I have created a fictional character, Risma, who loves to place a little mischief in people's lives. She is not exactly human because she has limited magical powers, which helps her cause trouble. Being the only one of your species left, life can get a little boring and this is where we start.

Somewhere in the galaxy -

The story takes place here, in a crystal bubble. A huge oak tree has grown in the centre and surrounding it is a small meadow with a few flowers scattered around, a pond glowing brightly and pieces of furniture here and there. In its sturdy branches a rainbow coloured hammock is hanging, with a young girl slowly swinging it.

Risma: Geez! Why can't anything ever happen around here? It's sooooo boring!

She falls back in her hammock with a heavy sigh. She closes her eyes and takes a depth breath. Complaining would get her no where, especially when there was no one to complain to. Risma opens her eyes and absently stares up through the leaves of her only friend. The tinkle of soft bells alerts her back to reality.

Risma: About time. I wonder what trouble I can get into this week?

She sits up and peers over at the shimmering pool of water a few metres away, where the chimes were coming from. She slips out of her hammock and stands near the pool. It ripples and shows a view of an all too familiar school.

Helga: Outta my way Bucko! Move it geek bait! I'm walkin' here!

The image of a young blonde girl with a pink bow behind her two pigtails appears. A frown was moulded on her brow, her jaw set and her fists clenched. As she storms through the hall shoving her fellow peers into lockers, a squiggly feeling creeps into Risma's stomach. The irony of a temperamental young lady wearing pink is rather amusing. The pool then shifts its focus to further down the hallway, where a confident young fellow with an oval shaped head is walking. Risma smiles at his easy sense of fashion, a blue-green jumper over an untucked red flannelette shirt, which covers a blue pair of pants. She kneels at the pool to get a better view of the situation. The girl isn't watching where she is going and she turns the corner too sharply. WHAM! She collides with the blonde guy and they're both sent sprawling across the hall.

Helga: Arnold?! I mean . . . watch where you're going football head!

Arnold: Uh . . . sorry Helga. Perhaps I should be more careful next time.

He stands up, dusts himself off and offers her his hand. She thinks it over then shrugs and grabs it. He gently pulls her to her feet and smiles at her apologetically. However she quickly snatches her hand away and scowls at him.

Helga: Yeah, you do that!

Giving up he just shrugs his shoulders and walks away. The young girl stays there with her arms folded, still scowling as she watches him leave. After awhile she looks around, seeing no one in the hallway, she clasps her hands to her heart. Twirling, prancing and talking to no one in particular about the boy of her dreams. This is all too much and Risma can't help herself. She rolls around on the floor with laughter, clutching her sides as if they are going to split. After a while she manages to get a hold of herself and remembers to breathe. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she leans over the pool to watch the scene unfold. The girl with the pink bow had finished dancing around. She was leaning against one of the lockers staring up at the ceiling.

Helga: Arnold. Sweet, sweet Arnold. If you weren't here to make my life worth living, I'd . . .

She stopped swooning. Out of nowhere a boy with glasses and a serious breathing problem had silently approached the girl. A scowl returns to the little romantic's face and a fist, to the guy's face standing behind her. He falls into a heap on the floor. The blonde turns around and stands on the guy's stomach making his breath rush out in a loud OOUFF! Risma slowly stood up and thoughtfully folded her arms.

Risma: Hmm . . . What a peculiar person? I definitely wouldn't want emotional problems like her. Oh well . . .

Risma cartwheels over to her full-length mirror, which stood be itself close to her tree. She leans back and takes a long look at her reflection.

Risma: Maybe I should go down to this planet and get a good glimpse at this Helga, perhaps stir up a little mischief. I wonder how Little Miss Grumpy would react if I stole her lover boy right from under her nose. Now let's see . . .

Right now she is wearing her purple and green jester hat and suit, including a diamond checkered purple and green shirt and green shoes with the toes turned up. Her favourite colours that contrasted well with her shoulder length red hair.

Risma: I definitely can't turn up wearing this gear.

She points her right index finger in the air, above her head and twirls it around in a circle. Little sparkles cascade down, instantly changing her clothes. Risma puts her hands on her hips and poses, admiring her reflection.

Risma: If this, and my charms, doesn't get his hormones shaking then that Helga kid wont stand a chance. *heeheehee* Mind you, he is pretty darn cute, pity he looks a little dense though.

She does a spin in her new outfit and springs back over to the pool. She looks down at her victim with an evil smile.

Risma: Oh this'll be fun! *heeheehee*

~* Yeah I know the main character has got my pen name. But she isn't me, so I haven't personalised the story. I borrowed the name from her -R *~