I've had this little story in the works for a few months now and finally got around to writing it. It takes place during the Season 5 Episode "Married" and centers around Rhonda.
I always just found it really interesting how Rhonda barged onto the bus making the announcement that the origami marriage predictor was inaccurate. My guess was that she didn't like the "fate" that was given to her!
Rhonda Wellington Lloyd loved being the center of attention. Today she loved it even more. Last night she put together a marriage predictor made out of folded paper, and today she was able to match her classmates together. It was fool proof and completely accurate. Everyone seemed happy with their pairings, like Peapod Kid and her best friend Nadine! It was simply perfect. And then Arnold had to go and tell her that her predictor was wrong just because he got paired with Helga Pataki. Sure, it was crazy. Helga detested Arnold and picked on him non-stop, called him names and shot spit wads at his football shaped head. But the marriage predictor was 101% accurate. She just knew it. And he tried his luck over 100 times and got Helga Pataki each time. He was in complete shock but he just had to understand that this wasn't just some folded piece of paper, it was his destiny. She cracked a tiny smile and laughed, Arnold and Helga? But, that was what the future held. Sheena and Eugene, Phoebe and Gerald, Nadine and Peapod, Stinky and Lila…suddenly it hit her…no one got her! She bolted up from her bed and went through her backpack pulling out the marriage predictor, following the prompts until she was about to reveal her destiny. She smiled, knowing she had a great match, after all, she was Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. She flipped the flap of the paper up and gasped when she read the name.
Curly Gammelthorpe.
No. Just…no. Curly!? It had to be a mistake. She must have counted wrong. She did it again, same answer. She picked her next favorite number.
Curly.
She picked another favorite color.
Curly.
Again and again, the response was always Curly. Her heart was beating erratically and her hands shook. Impossible. It had to be impossible, her and Curly? That was even worse than Helga Pataki and Arnold Shortman! At least Helga was normal! Sure, she was a total boorish tomboy and she was crass and had no fashion sense and a horrible unibrow but…she wasn't some psychotic freak trying to cut locks of Arnold's hair to make a shrine of him or something! She didn't follow him around or go around trying to smell him.
Curly Gammelthorpe was by far the weirdest kid Rhonda had ever met. Even when they were younger, he was always the little weirdo and always had a tendency to try and follow Rhonda around and asking her to be his girlfriend. He was a total geek! He had ugly thick glasses and a greasy bowl cut. He was not even remotely cute and he was just so weird. He took ballet and who could forget the time he threw a fit when Sid was named ball monitor instead of him. He was crazy! He had weird psychotic tendencies and he was obsessed with her. Usually she would like the attention but coming from Curly it was just so creepy. He was creepy. No, she could never marry someone like him. She could never marry Curly.
Obsessively, Rhonda redid the predictor until she exceeded the number of tries Arnold redid his.
"It's official…8:47 pm, my life is officially over" Rhonda said throwing herself on her bed face first and sobbing into her satin pillowcase.