Habit
Helga had picked up some bad habits over the years. These included: staring at Arnold, sighing at Arnold, smiling goofy behind Arnold, smelling Arnold's hair, well you get the point. She should be careful. One day, these habits could get her in to trouble.
Helga was walking through the halls of P.S. 118, scowling at anyone who passed her. When she was about to round the corner,
CRASH!
Helga was on the ground and looked ahead of her, and she saw Arnold.
"Helga, I'm sorry." Arnold stated.
Helga on the other hand was actually in one of her poetic stupors when Arnold crashed into her.
"Oh, Arnold. Your golden flames of corn flour hair are always welcome to me." Helga stated, not realizing it was real life. When what she was doing became known to her, she quickly shut her mouth and tried to recover. "I, uh, I, uh." She stuttered.
"This moment never happened?" Arnold suggested.
"Yeah, that." She said in a high voice.
"Alright, see you later, and thank you for the complement." Arnold grinned.
"Oh, just get out of here." Helga shouted.
As Arnold walked away, Helga thought, Man, I got to get rid of that habit.