Hello everyone this is my very first story that I am determined to finish by the end of this year.
I don't own any of the characters on hey Arnold
Helga walked up the 16 steps from the corner of 3rd and Washington street, up the stoop of her old home, and into the hallway. It has been exactly 10 years since she had last seen this place. After the 4th grade her parents finally called it quits and she moved with her mother to Arizona. Her father had just passed away due to an ongoing struggle with cancer and heart problems. That's why she was here because her father left her the house. It was odd because she thought for sure that it would be left to her older sister Olga.
She looked around the rooms and they were still the same. Her bedroom had been left untouched. It was dusty and smelly, but it was her room. She opened the curtains to let some light in when she saw the last picture she had ever taken in that house. It had been during a school play; she was at the far left end and almost cut out of the picture. She had been wearing her trademark scowl.
She walked a bit further and caught her reflection in the mirror. She had changed a lot since then. She was taller and cleaner cut. Her figure had definitely filled out a lot. She finally waxed her uni brow and you now see her crystal blue eyes again. She finally ditched that horrible pink dress for a more casual look. She stayed most of the time in blue jeans and T shirts. Her legs were long and silky. She was athletic and strong. She thought she looked good.
She was 19 years old and already had published a number of literary works. She published most of her poems and they were hits, but what really kept the readers coming back were her love stories of two lovers who were separated. She thought it was stupid the way the lovers still longed for each other after being alone for years. She thought it was a waste of time, but she couldn't put her pen down she had to write. All those books are a great stress reliever.
She scrubbed the place from top to bottom. She forced herself to move in all her stuff and go to the store for groceries. Most of the people that had owned business when she was younger had died and passed them on to their offspring. She barely recognized anyone from around the block. Her best friend Phoebe had left and gone to China to study their history. She hadn't heard from her in about 2 years. She sighed. It was all in the past now she had to move on in her future.
She turned on her computer and opened her documents to her latest chapters in her unfinished novel. She wrote so much until her hands cramped up. She took a quick glance at the clock. It was 4 am. It was late but she did her best thinking at night time. She stretched quickly and went to sleep.
Two blocks over a familiar blond headed boy had grown up into a very attractive young man. He lived in the boarding house for all his life and didn't have any plans on leaving. He was still the same Arnold even after all the tragedy in his life. His grandparents died awhile ago and left him everything. He ran the boarding house and held great respect from everyone in the neighborhood.