I don't own Hey Arnold characters. But I am starting my own cartoon, "Yo Donald!" , it'll be the ghetto version of Hey Arnold. Just playing
"Helga, I am far from perfect. And what are you talking about comparing to me? My grandparents love you more, they don't give me pet names or buy me every little thing that I want." Arnold yelled back at Helga. She seem to be taken off guard at first but then gained her composure back.
"Well Arnold, that's why you have parents. They do that kind of stuff for you." Helga screamed back. She seemed more pissed then she ever did. "I don't have my parents, now do I?"
Arnold slumped down, "You can have mine anytime, they are never there." Arnold said and seem to concentrate on a spot on the floor. "I mean, I would give anything to live with my loving grandparents then with parents who hardly notice me."
Helga was silent. Her only memories which she could sum up from her childhood before the boarding house were of her being ignored in the corner of a room as her sister Olga stole the show by dancing around and singing for her parents and grandparents. She never knew what it was, but she never missed her actual family themselves for some reason, she just wanted a family.
"Helga, I am sorry, I didn't mean those things I said. I got mad. Sorry." Arnold said and picked up the cards and stacked them neatly as Helga remained silent and didn't move an inch. He felt maybe he brought up a bad thought for Helga about her being an orphan. "Helga listen, we should get along. It's almost like we are brother and sister." Arnold felt weird saying that because of his feelings for her, but he thought she needed a brother more then a elementary school boyfriend.
"You are right Arnold, I guess we should be getting along." Helga said with sullen voice. She didn't like the thought of being Arnold's "sister", but at this point she could take what she could get. "Alright, up for another game of poker, bro?"
Arnold laughed, "Whatever you want, sis!"
Later at dinner, Arnold couldn't help but smile non stop as the tenets fought over food and argued over who got to use the shower first in the morning. Arnold always found all the so entertaining. He guessed it happen every night since Helga just sat there eating as a dinner roll flew by her head.
'Life is no fair.' Helga thought to herself. 'Arnold is just as envious of Grandpa and Grandma's affection as I am. But I mean they respect him more then me, they think higher of him. I mean everyone has a soft spot for a stray. They only love me more because of my situation. Now Arnold wants to be like brother and sister. There went any chance I had.'
'Why does Helga look so sad?' Arnold pondered on the other side of the table. 'I wish I knew more about what she really thinks.'
"Hey Shortgirl, it's your turn for dishes tonight." Grandpa said. Helga smiled like always.
"No problem Grandpa!" Helga said and excused herself from the table. She went in and started to clean. She felt something wet rub against her leg, she looked down to see her pet pig.
"No food, Abigail! No Abby! Bad Pig! You already had your dinner!" Helga yelled at the pig. It snorted and walked out the dog door to go play in it's mud pit. Arnold came in with the stack of dirty dishes from the dinner table and placed them next to the pile of dirty pots.
"Need any help?" Arnold asked hopefully. Helga sighed, she hated being helped. But she melted a little that Arnold wanted to wash dishes together.
"Nah, I think I can handle it." Helga said in a bitter tone as a bit of dirty dish water splashed up on her dress. She grunted and growled as she scrubbed the pot. She realized all this might be a little unattractive, so she turned to Arnold. "Why don't you go practice your card skills up in my room? I'll be up there in about 30 minutes."
"Okay, if you say so." Arnold said. He made his way up to Helga's room. It was a miracle, he had never been allowed in there alone. He walked up and took a seat at the table. The sun was setting, giving off amazing pinks and oranges filled the room. But the poor lighting hurt Arnold's eyes so he walked over to Helga's nightstand and turned on the light. Before he turned to go back to the table, he noticed a key.
"It can't be!" Arnold exclaimed and looked closer. It was, the key to Helga's top secret closet. He looked back and forth. His do-right-always personality was being challenged. This was his only chance to see what she was so freaked out about in there. But on the other hand that would be going way over the line of Helga's privacy.
"Alright Arnold, this goes against everything, but you need to know. I mean it could be something bad she is hiding." Arnold told himself and grabbed the key off the nightstand and walked over to the closet. He slowly put the key in the rusted whole and turned, it opened. It was dark in the closet and he could smell the faint smell of old bubblegum. He looked down in the front and saw a book with a few pink books in it. Dates along the bindings. 'Jan-march' , 'April-June', and 'July-September'. He heard steps coming up the main stairwell. He quickly grabbed the 'July-September' one and shoved it in his shirt and dashed put the key back in it's place. Then he slide across the floor into place at the table and shuffled the cards. He heard the footsteps come up the loft stairs. Helga entered soaked to the bone with dirty dish water. Arnold laughed a bit.
"What do you think you are laughing at Arnoldo?" Helga said as she walked dripping toward her dresser. She pulled out a large pink sleep shirt and some sleeping short in a lighter shade of pink.
"Hey I thought we were suppose to be acting like family?" Arnold said jokingly. Helga turned on him.
"Well that is how siblings act. Didn't you see Gerald's brother pound him at the PS118 family picnic?" Helga said in a sarcastic tone. Arnold thought back toit, Gerald did get the shit pounded out of him by Jamio on a regular basis.
"Guess you are right." Arnold said and went back to shuffling. Helga put her hand on her hip.
"In case you didn't notice I have to change my clothes, which means you can go sit on the steps." Helga said and made a little 'leave' motion with her hand. Arnold got up and walked out the door and closed it behind him. He heard Helga stomping around in her room. He pulled out the book from his shirt and opened it to the first page. It began…
"Dear love of my life,
Oh what brutal world do we live in where my ardor is only matched by my loathing for you…."
Arnold snapped the book closes. 'Oh my gawd, I stole one her journals! What am I going to do?' Arnold thought to himself. He heard Helga locking the closet inside. 'Oh no! No I can't put it back!' He ran down the hall. In this house he had a secret hiding spot, mostly he used it to hide Jolly Olly money, but it was big enough to hide a book. He lifted up the floor board next to room 8 and placed it under there. In the morning he would find a way to put it back.
"Arnold, are you going to play cards with me or what?" Helga called from behind her door. Arnold sighed, it was going to be a long night of worrying if she would find out.
Okay that's it for now. I'll keep it up every few days! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
