I DON'T OWN "HEY ARNOLD," IF I WERE CRAIG... BELIVE ME I'D BE PROUD IF I DID.
It's been Soo long since I've updated, I am ashamed... I've been wanting too soo badly. Life, it gets in the 'way' sometimes. LOL.
For those of you who had been following this story and had been wanting to see where it would lead, all those reviewers... THANK YOU. BELIVE ME IT WAS APPRECIATED MORE THAN YOU KNOW. I MIGHT NOT BE WRITING IF I THOUGHT NO ONE WAS READING.
It's hard sometimes when you know a story has been with you for so long, writing it is like living a dream... You put A LOT of pressure on it and on yourself to see it through, when you should just let it flow, as a writer sometimes that's hard to do... And I admire all those who strive to 'that' end.
Now, on with the story...
Arnold was still pumping his legs with one question on his mind, "WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE?"
Where would he even begin to look?
Her home maybe? Well, Helga had never considered her house much of a "HOME." Her family problems were privileged information he had. Not many people knew what was really behind that "mask" of hers...
He realized thinking, "more" about it, He had come to "know" a lot about her after all of these years...
He began to ask himself when he had seen her "happiest," more importantly "where exactly." That's where he would go...
Arnold stopped.
He closed his 'eyes' and listened to the part of himself, deep inside Helga had touched... just by simply being in 'his' life. He'd never searched before to find how "deep" she ran, but for some reason, he started to see it was "core" deep.
She tested his 'character' every day of his life... And it seemed he always came out the 'better' for it,
well usually anyway... 'Besides that 'feather' and 'paint' incident...
Arnold laughed To himself...
Thinking back... He and Helga sure had gotten into some 'scraps' before... There was this one 'time' they were assigned on this "EGG PROJECT" together...
It had been "horrible" at first, but then it had turned out 'all right,"wait...
Nah, well it couldn't hurt to try ... Arnold told himself.
Then, he turned from the original direction he had been headed in, and rushed off the opposite way.