Ack! I can't get the html version to work without looking all messed up after it's posted, so if someone who knows how to make it work could give me a hand, it would be greatly appreciated! ^_^;;
(A/N: I could only put 2 genres, so I'll just throw in right here that it's Drama/Romance/Action-Adventure)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! But don't point any fingers, because you probably don't either.
Song of the Angels
Prologue
Time passes in this world. It can be deceptive; seeming to stop at certain points in our life, branding that moment into our souls. It seems to slow during times of great trouble, mocking our pain and making us deal with our problems, when all we want to do is run away. Or it can throw a moment away, causing a moment of sheer bliss to pass us by because a perfect day spent with a perfect person only seems to last a few seconds. But whatever it does, time has certainly passed by the small part of the city that held so many nostalgic memories of friendships and lost loves. PS118, now a run-down and deserted ghost building, harbors the empty echoes of the laughter of children who no longer happily run around its now lifeless schoolyard.
The children whose lives so busily inhabited the neighborhood those exciting years filled with friendships and memories have come and gone, leaving behind nothing more than the aura of their dead youth.
Some have returned to the old town to start their new lives in a familiar place. Others, having completed high school, went off to colleges far away from their childhood home. And one of those who left their home far behind to escape the memories that haunted her, so she could start a new life- a new life without past triumphs, defeats, and mistakes; a new life without a past itself- was Helga G. Pataki.
(A/N: I could only put 2 genres, so I'll just throw in right here that it's Drama/Romance/Action-Adventure)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! But don't point any fingers, because you probably don't either.
Song of the Angels
Prologue
Time passes in this world. It can be deceptive; seeming to stop at certain points in our life, branding that moment into our souls. It seems to slow during times of great trouble, mocking our pain and making us deal with our problems, when all we want to do is run away. Or it can throw a moment away, causing a moment of sheer bliss to pass us by because a perfect day spent with a perfect person only seems to last a few seconds. But whatever it does, time has certainly passed by the small part of the city that held so many nostalgic memories of friendships and lost loves. PS118, now a run-down and deserted ghost building, harbors the empty echoes of the laughter of children who no longer happily run around its now lifeless schoolyard.
The children whose lives so busily inhabited the neighborhood those exciting years filled with friendships and memories have come and gone, leaving behind nothing more than the aura of their dead youth.
Some have returned to the old town to start their new lives in a familiar place. Others, having completed high school, went off to colleges far away from their childhood home. And one of those who left their home far behind to escape the memories that haunted her, so she could start a new life- a new life without past triumphs, defeats, and mistakes; a new life without a past itself- was Helga G. Pataki.