Hey! Guess who's back with a brand new story for you guys to enjoy? Btw, I'm not Light_Sight anymore, just so that's clear. Please review; I need 5 reviews before going on! (It's the food for my brain to think as crazy as needed to go on!)

"Arnold!" Helga yelled as she walked across the field to him by the bench.

"Yeah, Helga?" Arnold asked as he politely stood up from his seat and smiled. He noticed there was a boy following her.

"How dare-" Helga got cut off by a baseball being hit.

"Helga! Watch ou-!"

Thump!

"Helga!"

Silence.

The pain was throbbing through her head and it felt as if a knife was used. She moaned and her hair lay over her face.

Everyone raced to the blond girl, lying lifelessly on the sandy ground.

"Helga?" Arnold asked as he lowered down to her.

No answer.

"Helga!" Phoebe screamed as the tears started to flow. Gerald held her back as the girl roughly tried to get to her best friend.

Arnold didn't know what to do. He checked her pulse and said that she was still alive. Everyone let out the breath that they had been holding.

He felt her face, and noticed that she was warm.

He stared as she woke up, a mildly purple bruise forming atop her head.

She saw his eyes staring back at her. Arnold couldn't look away. It was as if she let her guard down. He saw love and sadness.

"Now this is one heck of a story for the fourth grade!" Gerald ruined the moment.

Arnold smiled and helped her up. "I'm fine, Arnold!" She said, trying to walk past him, but failing miserably as he had to catch her again.

"C'mon Helga. We've got work to do." The unknown boy said. Helga hesitantly followed. Phoebe stopped them.

"Where are you going? I know with that bruise your just going to worsen it and then—"

"Phoebs."

"You'll be more grumpier –"

"Phoebs!" Helga shouted.

"Hmm?" The Japanese girl asked obliviously.

"Goodbye."

"What?" Phoebe asked clueless.

Helga chuckled lowly. "Never mind. I'll text you later."

And that was the last that any of the PS 118 pupils saw Helga G. Pataki.

Seven years later, Hillwood Highschool

"You ready?" A dark voice asked the blond girl.

She chuckled. "I was born ready."

The dark haired boy grinned. "No kidding." There was barely light shining as they waited to be signalled.

"You'll report back to me in the end of the day, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, put a sock in it!"

"Feisty today, aren't we?"

"You know it."

There was a muffling sound coming from Helga's belt.

"You can go, Over."

"You ready?" James asked, adjusting her backpack to her shoulder.

"Yip."

"See you when I see you."

"Don't count on it." Helga smirked and climbed out the silver sports car and into her own black low sports car.

"Try to act normal! And don't beat anyone up!!!" He yelled as she roughly sped off.

I know it's short, but trust me, the story is great. You'll enjoy it, promise! ;)