Author Notes: I'm back! After my failure at NaNoWriMo (stalled at 28,000 words due to a mountain of university assignments), I have returned to my tri-drabbles. Sorry about the delay in updating. I hope to be more regular with this fanfic in the future. A chapter a week may be a little optimistic, but I am hoping to update at least once fortnightly. Not sure how long this will be eventually, but when I figure it out, I shall update you. Thanks for sticking with me this far! I hope you enjoy the new chapter! It was written with prompt #057 - 'questions' in mind.
Un-askable
Arnold x Helga
(300 words)
"Now class, today's special project is an interview!"
Mr Simmon's 4th grade class collectively sighed. They glanced cautiously at their newly assigned partners, and began to complain to their friends.
"I can't believe I'm stuck with Curly!" Rhonda groaned to Nadine, who wasn't thrilled with the idea of working with Eugene. Meanwhile Sheena looked over forlornly, upset at the fact that she wasn't working with that very same red-headed klutz, whom she was usually paired with.
Gerald looked knowingly over at Phoebe, who smiled coyly back.
Arnold knew better than to provoke a reaction from Helga. He dared not look back at her, but he could feel her eyes on him. He wished to know whether they were looking at him with that nice expression he occasionally caught a glimpse of, or if they were glaring at him with her more often expressed blustery anger.
"Settle down everyone!" Mr Simmons warned, "I'd like you to interview your partner as though you were a journalist, and then write up a brief article about them."
Phoebe raised her hand.
"Yes Phoebe?"
"Are we writing it as a biography?"
"Well, I was thinking more of an insight into who our classmates are, more than a description of their life." He explained. "Ask about their hobbies, their dreams for the future, their influences."
With that he asked them to begin forming their questions.
Arnold pondered over what to ask Helga. He knew what he really wanted to ask – if she'd been writing poetry in her little pink book, and if it was actually about him. He glanced over and saw her frowning at her paper, nibbling at the eraser-tip of her pencil in frustration.
Turning back quickly, he sighed and began to write some 'safer', generic questions.
As if Helga would even answer them.
Thanks for reading! Next chapter coming soon. Just what will Arnold ask Helga? And how will she answer him?
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