I forgot on the first post.
I don't own "Hey Arnold" Wish I did, but I don't. Craig B. does.
Now, on with the story...
Fate, he decided, liked a big joke.
For six years, he hadn't thought bout her once...well maybe once, and he never saw her.
Now...
He'd run into the drama freaks at least three times today ad heard her name shouted by
one of them at least twice.
He was walking out of class when the smell of raspberries wafted past him again. And
again, all he saw was the back of her. She was wearing baggy jeans that touched the
floor, sandals and a peasant shirt. Her blond hair was back in a braid. She was walking
with two other girls. He took a step in their direction and was almost run over by a guy
on a skateboard.
"Move it, Varsity Prep." he shouted at Arnold, skating past to catch up with the three
young women. The brunette on the left glanced back towards Arnold with a smirk then
turned her attention back to the group.
Arnold shook his head, deciding it wasn't worth a confrontation just to see her, and turned
back towards his next class.
Raspberries...the smell was almost right next to him. He spun around, scanning
the parking lot. Nothing.
Turning back around to walk towards the school, he slammed hard into someone. He fell
back and landed hard on the parking lot.
That hurt, he thought, rubbing his head and looking up to see who he had run into.
A girl his age was sitting across from him on the ground holding her head. she wore ad
pink and black plaid skirt that had raised slightly when she'd fallen, a lacy black shirt,
white knee socks and black dress shoes. Her hair was up in two ponytails with pink
ribbons.
She pulled her hand off of her head and looked at him. His eyes locked with eyes as blue a
sapphires. Fate had answered his musings. He braced himself for the verbal onslaught he
know was coming.
She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. Just then, someone behind her made a crack about
sheep and a baaing sound. and she burst out laughing.
He looked up at her shocked. That wasn't supposed to happen. She picked herself up off
the ground.
"Watch where you're walking, Varsity Prep." she chastised, brushing off her skirt.
""Sorry," he said, getting up and brushing himself off. She shrugged and turned back to
her friends.
Sighing, he walked towards the school, unaware she had turned back to watch him leave.
Why? Why did he find himself thinking about her constantly now? He spent the entire
school day with her on his mind. Her hair, in the familiar ponytails tied with little pink
bows; her blue eyes that still caught his attention, the fact that she now had two perfectly
shaped eyebrows; her black shirt which fit in all the right places and let everyone know
that puberty had been very kind to her; the skirt which was almost too short to be called a
mini. The way it fell across her lap when she was sitting on the ground.
He groaned, shaking his head to clear the mental images. This was Helga Pataki he was
thinking of. But she had grown up and grown up very well. But it was Helga...
"Kimba looks lost." He heard his grandmother say as he walked into the kitchen.
"Something wrong short man?" his grandfather asked.
Arnold nodded, sitting down at the kitchen table and looked at his grandparents.
"Share with the tribe, Kimba," his grandmother urged.
"There's this girl," he started, ignoring his grandparent's knowing looks. "I haven't seen
her since grade school, heck I haven't even thought of her. Now, I see her everywhere.
Why now?"
"Yours is not to wonder why" his grandmother stated cryptically, going back to the
dishes.
"Well, you know what I always say, short man."
"Yeah grandpa. Never eat raspberries."
"Exactly. Keep that in mind and you'll never go wrong."
"Thanks guys." He got up and left the kitchen. He should have known better than to ask
them.
This was it, he decided, returning to his room. He wasn't going to spend his last year
dwelling on Helga. Tomorrow started the last new semester of his school career. Helga
Pataki was a distant memory.
I don't own "Hey Arnold" Wish I did, but I don't. Craig B. does.
Now, on with the story...
Fate, he decided, liked a big joke.
For six years, he hadn't thought bout her once...well maybe once, and he never saw her.
Now...
He'd run into the drama freaks at least three times today ad heard her name shouted by
one of them at least twice.
He was walking out of class when the smell of raspberries wafted past him again. And
again, all he saw was the back of her. She was wearing baggy jeans that touched the
floor, sandals and a peasant shirt. Her blond hair was back in a braid. She was walking
with two other girls. He took a step in their direction and was almost run over by a guy
on a skateboard.
"Move it, Varsity Prep." he shouted at Arnold, skating past to catch up with the three
young women. The brunette on the left glanced back towards Arnold with a smirk then
turned her attention back to the group.
Arnold shook his head, deciding it wasn't worth a confrontation just to see her, and turned
back towards his next class.
Raspberries...the smell was almost right next to him. He spun around, scanning
the parking lot. Nothing.
Turning back around to walk towards the school, he slammed hard into someone. He fell
back and landed hard on the parking lot.
That hurt, he thought, rubbing his head and looking up to see who he had run into.
A girl his age was sitting across from him on the ground holding her head. she wore ad
pink and black plaid skirt that had raised slightly when she'd fallen, a lacy black shirt,
white knee socks and black dress shoes. Her hair was up in two ponytails with pink
ribbons.
She pulled her hand off of her head and looked at him. His eyes locked with eyes as blue a
sapphires. Fate had answered his musings. He braced himself for the verbal onslaught he
know was coming.
She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. Just then, someone behind her made a crack about
sheep and a baaing sound. and she burst out laughing.
He looked up at her shocked. That wasn't supposed to happen. She picked herself up off
the ground.
"Watch where you're walking, Varsity Prep." she chastised, brushing off her skirt.
""Sorry," he said, getting up and brushing himself off. She shrugged and turned back to
her friends.
Sighing, he walked towards the school, unaware she had turned back to watch him leave.
Why? Why did he find himself thinking about her constantly now? He spent the entire
school day with her on his mind. Her hair, in the familiar ponytails tied with little pink
bows; her blue eyes that still caught his attention, the fact that she now had two perfectly
shaped eyebrows; her black shirt which fit in all the right places and let everyone know
that puberty had been very kind to her; the skirt which was almost too short to be called a
mini. The way it fell across her lap when she was sitting on the ground.
He groaned, shaking his head to clear the mental images. This was Helga Pataki he was
thinking of. But she had grown up and grown up very well. But it was Helga...
"Kimba looks lost." He heard his grandmother say as he walked into the kitchen.
"Something wrong short man?" his grandfather asked.
Arnold nodded, sitting down at the kitchen table and looked at his grandparents.
"Share with the tribe, Kimba," his grandmother urged.
"There's this girl," he started, ignoring his grandparent's knowing looks. "I haven't seen
her since grade school, heck I haven't even thought of her. Now, I see her everywhere.
Why now?"
"Yours is not to wonder why" his grandmother stated cryptically, going back to the
dishes.
"Well, you know what I always say, short man."
"Yeah grandpa. Never eat raspberries."
"Exactly. Keep that in mind and you'll never go wrong."
"Thanks guys." He got up and left the kitchen. He should have known better than to ask
them.
This was it, he decided, returning to his room. He wasn't going to spend his last year
dwelling on Helga. Tomorrow started the last new semester of his school career. Helga
Pataki was a distant memory.