Disclaimers: None of "Hey
Arnold!" belongs to me. I wish I did but well, reality bites! It belongs to its
own makers and Nickelodeon.
Author's notes: Hey! It's my
first "Hey Arnold!" fanfic! So please be nice to me! I haven't done fanfics for
a long time. I'm just too busy! Besides, I have lots of ideas to make fanfics.
So just read and review and enjoy!
Phoebe's Diary 1: by Anne O. Nimus
" Hiya Pheebs! Watcha
doin'?" greets Helga one normal school day.
"Oh, nothing Helga, I'm just
reviewing for our big math test tomorrow!" Phoebe answers.
" Oh, Phoebe, thank you ever so much for your help!" Lila says.
"Oh, that's nothing Lila."
"Hello class! Now, get ready
for another exciting day here at school!" Mr. Simmons greets.
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Dismissal time came and all
the kids were excited to go home. As they boarded the school bus, Arnold bumps
into Helga.
"Hey, watch it football head
or I'll break your bones into pieces!" Helga tells him.
" Sorry Helga I di-"
"Oh, sorry Helga, I didn't
see you. Criminey! Are you that blind?!" Arnold gives her a sigh and goes to
his seat.
" Man Arnold! I still can't believe you. Everyday you say
sorry to Helga. Everyday. And every time she yells at you and yet you do
nothing!" Gerald tells his best friend.
"I just don't want to fight
Gerald. Besides, it's like a way of life already. Remember the time she didn't
call me football head? It was weird. I guess I'm kinda used to it already."
"Whatever Arnold."
At Phoebe and Helga's seat…
"Oh Helga, are you going to
study hard for that test tomorrow?"
"That math test? THAT math
test? Get real Phoebe! I'm sure I'll pass the test tomorrow!"
"Well, your pretty confident
Helga." Rhonda interrupts. "I'm going to study, and I better pass. I don't want
to be as confident as you are Helga. For all you know, you might fail."
"Rhonda darling, I'm always
second to Phoebe when it comes to math tests, so I'm sure whether I study or
not, I will pass."
"Whatever you say Helga."
"Say Phoebe, tell you what,
if I get a score lower than Ms. Perfect over there, I'll give you a gift. What
do you say?" She was referring to Rhonda.
"Gee Helga, I don't know.
It's all up to you to decide if you want to give me a gift or not. It doesn't
really matter."
The bus stops at Phoebe's
house and she steps down. "Bye Helga! See you tomorrow!"
"Bye Pheebs!"
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Inside the classroom, the
students were all quiet.
"What is 15% of a
hundred?" Arnold thought.
"Criminey! What is this?
If x is 78, what would be the sum of (9 X 8) + x (2+5)?" Helga thought.
"Well, looks like Helga's
in trouble." Rhonda tells herself.
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The next day, the results of
the test were announced.
"Guess, Phoebe got the
highest again." Muttered Helga.
"You're right Helga! She did
get the top score!" Mr. Simmons tells her.
"She was followed by Lila
with a point lower than Phoebe's! Then Rhonda gets third place and you Helga
got fourth."
"What! I did?! I'll accept
getting lower than Lila, but Rhonda?! Criminey! What is happening to this
world!" Helga panics.
"You know Helga, not
everyone is perfect. Sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed." Mr. Simmons
tells her.
The bell rings and off to
the playground they go.
"So Helga, I guess you're
going to give Phoebe a gift." Rhonda says.
"That doesn't matter Rhonda.
Phoebe's my best friend and I can give her anything I would want to give her."
Dismissal time…
"So Pheebs, what do you
want?" Helga asks.
"Oh, nothing Helga." Phoebe
answers.
"Oh, here we go! Let's go
into this store and see what you will like!"
They went inside the store.
It took Phoebe and Helga 15 minutes to decide which ones were the best.
"So Pheebs, which one would
you prefer this blue diary with a nice flowery accent in front, or this blue
gel candle, which I should say is very cute, or maybe this little figurine of
the "Thinker" or this poster of the wonders of the world?
"Oh, I don't know Helga. Y-"
"C'mon Phoebe, I have to
fulfill that promise. Besides, you deserve a prize for a work well done."
"Oh, okay, I'll choose one
let me see…"
Phoebe closes her eyes as
her pointer finger go in circles on top of the things. Suddenly, her finger
stops.
" I choose this one!"
"Well, that's a nice choice.
Now you have a diary!"
Phoebe opens her eyes.
"What will I do with a diary
Helga? I don't write my thoughts down on anything."
"Well, it's a good start."
Helga looks at the prize. "Criminey! What is this?! Are they ripping me off?!
5.50 for a diary?! Oh well…" Helga pays in the counter.
"Well Phoebe, I better get
going. You know how Big Bob and Miriam are."
"Okay then, thanks Helga!
I'll see you in the morning!"
"Night Pheebs!"
Helga runs home while Phoebe
stares at her diary.
"What will I do with a
diary?" She thinks to herself.