Alrighty then Everybody! I wanna thank everyone who reviewed my fan fic. Thanks for all the words of encouragement. Here's the continuation of my first fan fic. I hope you guys like it as much as you did the first part.
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magical Love
by Stargaziey
Part 2
The next day at school everyone was talking about the new student teacher: Miss O'Leigh.
"She so pretty. I don't mind listening to her for half the day." Said Sid.
"She has such taste in fashion." Said Rhonda.
"I reckon she's awful smart to be a literature teacher. She knows lots about writin' poetry." Drawled Stinky.
Arnold and Gerald walked down the halls of P.S. 118, listening to what everyone was saying.
"Man, Arnold. Can you believe how everyone is going on about that Miss O'Leigh?"
"Yeah, I like her. I think she's really nice and her accent is really cool, it's fun to listen to her talk."
Gerald thought for a minute then asked Arnold, "Hey Arnold, did you notice all the cats that were outside the school this morning?"
"Yeah. I told you something weird is going on."
Helga G. Pataki stomped down the hall towards Arnold and Gerald, shoving kids into lockers and knocking books out of their hands.
"Still sore after I made you and your pathetic team eat my dust at the game yesterday, Football Head?" Helga sneered. Arnold's team had lost to Helga's 4-9.
Arnold wasn't really upset about the loss though; he had been a little preoccupied during the game. He had been thinking about the rose bud and the person in the purple cloak.
In all actuality, it hadn't fazed Helga one bit, but her mind had wandered as to why the cloaked person had left her a rose bud.
"Actually, Helga, we wanted to know if you'd like to have a rematch tonight." Replied Arnold, ignoring her insults.
"You're on, Football Head!" Helga replied and stomped off around a corner.
Once around the corner, Helga bolted for the Girls Room. Setting down her backpack, Helga sighed as she pulled out her locket with Arnold's picture.
"Oh, Arnold. How I wish I could tell you how I feel instead of insulting you, torturing your very existence..." Helga stopped short when she heard a sound. She mentally slapped herself when she came to the realization that she had forgotten to check under the stalls! Helga grabbed her backpack and ran out of the Girls Room and rushed to class.
Brenna O'Leigh stepped out of the bathroom stall and picked up the book that had fallen out of Helga's backpack when she had run out of the Girls Room. She looked at the pale pink cover of the book. It had no title, so she assumed it was a blank book.
When she looked inside, though, she was proven otherwise. It was filled with poetry, poetry written by Helga G. Pataki. Brenna O'Leigh smiled and hummed a little tune as she left the Girls Room
It was at recess that Helga noticed her book of poetry missing when she putting some things in her locker.
"Criminey!" She cried.
"Is something wrong, Helga?" Phoebe asked her.
"What? No...no, Pheebs. Everything's just fine, heh heh."
"Oh, alright Helga. I'll save your place in four square." Said Phoebe, then ran outside.
'What could I have done with it!' Helga thought to herself. She spent the entire recess retracing her steps throughout the school, but to no avail.
Helga began anticipating worst case scenarios: "What if someone found my book and tells the whole school about my love for Arnold? Or worse! What if Arnold found my book of poetry? My life would certainly come to an end!"
RING!!!
The bell to end recess rang and Helga found herself in a hall filled with other students.
"Helga!" Yelled Phoebe from across the hall. "Helga, where were you at recess? We couldn't find you anywhere." She asked when she got to Helga's side.
"Oh, I...I just couldn't bring myself to have recess outside today. I'd gotten so fond of indoor recess."
"But, Helga, you said you hate indoor recess."
"Oh...well, I wish you would have told me that sooner, then I wouldn't have spent all recess in here." Said Helga, rushing to class.
She heard some girls giggling in the corner of the hall. 'Could they be laughing at me?' thought Helga. 'No...that's crazy. Get a grip, Helga-old-girl, it'll be okay."
"Alright class." Said Miss O'Leigh after all the students got inside. The students were a little wired after their first outdoor recess in over a week. "I hope all of you have picked an author, because now you need to start reading some of their work. I have some suggestions of authors and their works if any of you would like to use them."
Miss O'Leigh went around the room, helping the students pick their authors.
Phoebe had chosen Louisa May Alcott, Harold chose Dr. Suess and Gerald had chosen Alex Haley.
Arnold was having a hard time selecting an author.
"I like some poetry." Arnold explained to Miss O'Leigh. Miss O'Leigh thought about it for a moment then went to her desk. She took out a thin, worn book from her bag. It had a soft, navy blue cover and the pages were a little yellowed.
"You may like this author." She said.
Arnold read the cover: "'Endymion' by John Keats."
"Keats was an early nineteenth century British poet, the greatest during the Romantic Period. He uses a lot of mythology in his poetry, too. Like this one here." She said pointing to the title. "It's a little dense at first, but after you read it for a while, you really start to understand what he's saying. Actually, Arnold, Keats is me favorite poet of all time."
Arnold smiled, "Thanks, Miss O'Leigh."
Miss O'Leigh continued helping the students. But she frowned when she saw Helga, who was sitting with her head in her hands, doing nothing. But as Miss O'Leigh was walking towards Helga's desk, the bell rang to hail the end of school for the day.
"Please continue reading works from your authors and I'll see all of you tomorrow." Said Miss O'Leigh cheerfully. She looked at Helga who was sulking towards the door. "Helga, may I talk to you?" She more said than asked. She had a pretty good hunch what Helga was upset about.
Mr. Simmons came over to Miss O'Leigh. "Your own 'special' teaching skills are marvelous, Miss O'Leigh."
Miss O'Leigh smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Simmons." Then she looked at Helga. "I really need to talk to Helga, I'll lockup the class room. If you don't mind?"
Mr. Simmons clapped his hands together, "Mind? I think it's wonderful that you are trying to get a one-on-one relationship with the students. Helping each and everyone individually, sacrificing your own time to make sure the students excel in their studies."
Miss O'Leigh smiled weakly, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Simmons." With that he left the room and Miss O'Leigh turned to Helga.
"Helga, I noticed you weren't putting much effort to finding an author today."
Helga scoffed, "That's putting it mildly."
"Helga, I want to help you. But, I'm trying to help you with something a little different at this moment in time."
"What do you mean?"
Miss O'Leigh reached into her bag and pulled out the light pink book of Helga's poetry. Helga took it with trembling hands.
"Wh...where did you find this?" Helga asked.
"In the Girls Room." Replied Miss O'Leigh.
Helga didn't look up when she asked, "So...you heard everything?"
"Well...yes, Helga. But I didn't want to talk to you about that." Helga gave her a confused look. "Your poetry...it's very good. Excellent, in fact."
"Yeah, so?" said Helga.
"Sooo...if you would like, you could use yourself as an author."
"What? No way am I gonna do something like that!"
"Alright, Helga. It was just a suggestion. But, have you picked an author to use yet?"
"Well, not exactly..." Miss O'Leigh walked around to the desk and wrote something down a piece of paper. Then handed it to Helga who read the name: "Emily Dickinson?"
"Yes, I think the two of you may have something in common."
"Like what?" Helga asked sarcastically.
"You'd be surprised." Said Miss O'Leigh packing her bag. Helga gave her an odd look then left. Brenna O'Leigh smiled and shook her head. 'Simply amazing.' She thought to herself.
Arnold arrived at the boarding house and went strait up to his room. He set the book Miss O'Leigh gave to him. Then looked at the red rose bud on his bedside table. He took it from the vase and stared at it in his hands. He didn't know what to make of it.
Arnold placed the rose back into the vase and went downstairs. "I'm going for a walk, grandpa."
"Alright, Short Man. But I'd take a raincoat, there's been some weird spring weather going on around here."
Arnold sighed as he went down the steps; even his grandpa had noticed odd things going on. He rounded a corner and smacked strait into Helga.
"Hey! Watch where you're going Football Head!" She shouted at him.
"Sorry, Helga." Arnold mumbled and, without saying another word, he just kept on walking.
Helga stared at his back as he walked away, something was wrong. She ran to catch up with him, "Hey Arnold! Is something wrong?" She asked when she came up to him.
Arnold gave her a surprised look and Helga quickly added, "Not that it matters to me. It just seems that you have your football head higher in the clouds than usual."
Arnold shrugged and replied, "I just have some stuff on my mind." He hesitated a bit, then asked her, "Hey Helga...have you noticed anything...weird lately?"
She gave him an odd look, thinking of the person in the cloak and of her white rose bud. "Nothing other than your football shaped head." Helga replied, but she was curious. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason...I was just wondering." He said, then went up the stairs to the boarding house.
'Just tell him! He's noticed weird stuff going on around here. He'll understand!' Helga thought to herself. "Hey Arnold?" She said before he went inside. "Uh...I need to tell you something."
Arnold gave her an odd look, but when he saw her face, it was almost pleading, he smiled and opened the door for her to come inside.
"What did you want to tell me, Helga?" He asked when they were in his room.
Helga looked around. Memories of her outrageous stunts came back to her. When she hid in his closet to get back her little, pink book of poetry about him and when she had spent the night behind his couch to get back her parrot that had memorized a poem to Arnold.
"Helga?" he asked again. She spun around to face him.
"Oh, Arnold. Sorry, I...I just wanted to tell you that I...I have noticed some weird stuff going on lately." She said, arms behind her back, staring at her feet
"Like what?" He asked.
"Um...uh..." She couldn't tell him about the person in the cloak or about the rose bud she had found. Then she noticed it...the red rose bud on his bedside table. "Arnold," she said walking over to it. "Where did you get that?"
Arnold became a little flustered, "Uhh...why do you ask?"
"Because..." She looked at him, "I have one, too." They looked each other in the eye at that moment.
'Tell him how you feel!' Helga's heart seemed to scream at her. "I...I have to go." Said Helga quickly and ran out of his room before Arnold could protest.
Once outside, Helga made a mad dash for her house. She ran until she reached her own room, not even realizing when the skies clouded up and the rain began to pour.
To be continued...
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magical Love
by Stargaziey
Part 2
The next day at school everyone was talking about the new student teacher: Miss O'Leigh.
"She so pretty. I don't mind listening to her for half the day." Said Sid.
"She has such taste in fashion." Said Rhonda.
"I reckon she's awful smart to be a literature teacher. She knows lots about writin' poetry." Drawled Stinky.
Arnold and Gerald walked down the halls of P.S. 118, listening to what everyone was saying.
"Man, Arnold. Can you believe how everyone is going on about that Miss O'Leigh?"
"Yeah, I like her. I think she's really nice and her accent is really cool, it's fun to listen to her talk."
Gerald thought for a minute then asked Arnold, "Hey Arnold, did you notice all the cats that were outside the school this morning?"
"Yeah. I told you something weird is going on."
Helga G. Pataki stomped down the hall towards Arnold and Gerald, shoving kids into lockers and knocking books out of their hands.
"Still sore after I made you and your pathetic team eat my dust at the game yesterday, Football Head?" Helga sneered. Arnold's team had lost to Helga's 4-9.
Arnold wasn't really upset about the loss though; he had been a little preoccupied during the game. He had been thinking about the rose bud and the person in the purple cloak.
In all actuality, it hadn't fazed Helga one bit, but her mind had wandered as to why the cloaked person had left her a rose bud.
"Actually, Helga, we wanted to know if you'd like to have a rematch tonight." Replied Arnold, ignoring her insults.
"You're on, Football Head!" Helga replied and stomped off around a corner.
Once around the corner, Helga bolted for the Girls Room. Setting down her backpack, Helga sighed as she pulled out her locket with Arnold's picture.
"Oh, Arnold. How I wish I could tell you how I feel instead of insulting you, torturing your very existence..." Helga stopped short when she heard a sound. She mentally slapped herself when she came to the realization that she had forgotten to check under the stalls! Helga grabbed her backpack and ran out of the Girls Room and rushed to class.
Brenna O'Leigh stepped out of the bathroom stall and picked up the book that had fallen out of Helga's backpack when she had run out of the Girls Room. She looked at the pale pink cover of the book. It had no title, so she assumed it was a blank book.
When she looked inside, though, she was proven otherwise. It was filled with poetry, poetry written by Helga G. Pataki. Brenna O'Leigh smiled and hummed a little tune as she left the Girls Room
It was at recess that Helga noticed her book of poetry missing when she putting some things in her locker.
"Criminey!" She cried.
"Is something wrong, Helga?" Phoebe asked her.
"What? No...no, Pheebs. Everything's just fine, heh heh."
"Oh, alright Helga. I'll save your place in four square." Said Phoebe, then ran outside.
'What could I have done with it!' Helga thought to herself. She spent the entire recess retracing her steps throughout the school, but to no avail.
Helga began anticipating worst case scenarios: "What if someone found my book and tells the whole school about my love for Arnold? Or worse! What if Arnold found my book of poetry? My life would certainly come to an end!"
RING!!!
The bell to end recess rang and Helga found herself in a hall filled with other students.
"Helga!" Yelled Phoebe from across the hall. "Helga, where were you at recess? We couldn't find you anywhere." She asked when she got to Helga's side.
"Oh, I...I just couldn't bring myself to have recess outside today. I'd gotten so fond of indoor recess."
"But, Helga, you said you hate indoor recess."
"Oh...well, I wish you would have told me that sooner, then I wouldn't have spent all recess in here." Said Helga, rushing to class.
She heard some girls giggling in the corner of the hall. 'Could they be laughing at me?' thought Helga. 'No...that's crazy. Get a grip, Helga-old-girl, it'll be okay."
"Alright class." Said Miss O'Leigh after all the students got inside. The students were a little wired after their first outdoor recess in over a week. "I hope all of you have picked an author, because now you need to start reading some of their work. I have some suggestions of authors and their works if any of you would like to use them."
Miss O'Leigh went around the room, helping the students pick their authors.
Phoebe had chosen Louisa May Alcott, Harold chose Dr. Suess and Gerald had chosen Alex Haley.
Arnold was having a hard time selecting an author.
"I like some poetry." Arnold explained to Miss O'Leigh. Miss O'Leigh thought about it for a moment then went to her desk. She took out a thin, worn book from her bag. It had a soft, navy blue cover and the pages were a little yellowed.
"You may like this author." She said.
Arnold read the cover: "'Endymion' by John Keats."
"Keats was an early nineteenth century British poet, the greatest during the Romantic Period. He uses a lot of mythology in his poetry, too. Like this one here." She said pointing to the title. "It's a little dense at first, but after you read it for a while, you really start to understand what he's saying. Actually, Arnold, Keats is me favorite poet of all time."
Arnold smiled, "Thanks, Miss O'Leigh."
Miss O'Leigh continued helping the students. But she frowned when she saw Helga, who was sitting with her head in her hands, doing nothing. But as Miss O'Leigh was walking towards Helga's desk, the bell rang to hail the end of school for the day.
"Please continue reading works from your authors and I'll see all of you tomorrow." Said Miss O'Leigh cheerfully. She looked at Helga who was sulking towards the door. "Helga, may I talk to you?" She more said than asked. She had a pretty good hunch what Helga was upset about.
Mr. Simmons came over to Miss O'Leigh. "Your own 'special' teaching skills are marvelous, Miss O'Leigh."
Miss O'Leigh smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Simmons." Then she looked at Helga. "I really need to talk to Helga, I'll lockup the class room. If you don't mind?"
Mr. Simmons clapped his hands together, "Mind? I think it's wonderful that you are trying to get a one-on-one relationship with the students. Helping each and everyone individually, sacrificing your own time to make sure the students excel in their studies."
Miss O'Leigh smiled weakly, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Simmons." With that he left the room and Miss O'Leigh turned to Helga.
"Helga, I noticed you weren't putting much effort to finding an author today."
Helga scoffed, "That's putting it mildly."
"Helga, I want to help you. But, I'm trying to help you with something a little different at this moment in time."
"What do you mean?"
Miss O'Leigh reached into her bag and pulled out the light pink book of Helga's poetry. Helga took it with trembling hands.
"Wh...where did you find this?" Helga asked.
"In the Girls Room." Replied Miss O'Leigh.
Helga didn't look up when she asked, "So...you heard everything?"
"Well...yes, Helga. But I didn't want to talk to you about that." Helga gave her a confused look. "Your poetry...it's very good. Excellent, in fact."
"Yeah, so?" said Helga.
"Sooo...if you would like, you could use yourself as an author."
"What? No way am I gonna do something like that!"
"Alright, Helga. It was just a suggestion. But, have you picked an author to use yet?"
"Well, not exactly..." Miss O'Leigh walked around to the desk and wrote something down a piece of paper. Then handed it to Helga who read the name: "Emily Dickinson?"
"Yes, I think the two of you may have something in common."
"Like what?" Helga asked sarcastically.
"You'd be surprised." Said Miss O'Leigh packing her bag. Helga gave her an odd look then left. Brenna O'Leigh smiled and shook her head. 'Simply amazing.' She thought to herself.
Arnold arrived at the boarding house and went strait up to his room. He set the book Miss O'Leigh gave to him. Then looked at the red rose bud on his bedside table. He took it from the vase and stared at it in his hands. He didn't know what to make of it.
Arnold placed the rose back into the vase and went downstairs. "I'm going for a walk, grandpa."
"Alright, Short Man. But I'd take a raincoat, there's been some weird spring weather going on around here."
Arnold sighed as he went down the steps; even his grandpa had noticed odd things going on. He rounded a corner and smacked strait into Helga.
"Hey! Watch where you're going Football Head!" She shouted at him.
"Sorry, Helga." Arnold mumbled and, without saying another word, he just kept on walking.
Helga stared at his back as he walked away, something was wrong. She ran to catch up with him, "Hey Arnold! Is something wrong?" She asked when she came up to him.
Arnold gave her a surprised look and Helga quickly added, "Not that it matters to me. It just seems that you have your football head higher in the clouds than usual."
Arnold shrugged and replied, "I just have some stuff on my mind." He hesitated a bit, then asked her, "Hey Helga...have you noticed anything...weird lately?"
She gave him an odd look, thinking of the person in the cloak and of her white rose bud. "Nothing other than your football shaped head." Helga replied, but she was curious. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason...I was just wondering." He said, then went up the stairs to the boarding house.
'Just tell him! He's noticed weird stuff going on around here. He'll understand!' Helga thought to herself. "Hey Arnold?" She said before he went inside. "Uh...I need to tell you something."
Arnold gave her an odd look, but when he saw her face, it was almost pleading, he smiled and opened the door for her to come inside.
"What did you want to tell me, Helga?" He asked when they were in his room.
Helga looked around. Memories of her outrageous stunts came back to her. When she hid in his closet to get back her little, pink book of poetry about him and when she had spent the night behind his couch to get back her parrot that had memorized a poem to Arnold.
"Helga?" he asked again. She spun around to face him.
"Oh, Arnold. Sorry, I...I just wanted to tell you that I...I have noticed some weird stuff going on lately." She said, arms behind her back, staring at her feet
"Like what?" He asked.
"Um...uh..." She couldn't tell him about the person in the cloak or about the rose bud she had found. Then she noticed it...the red rose bud on his bedside table. "Arnold," she said walking over to it. "Where did you get that?"
Arnold became a little flustered, "Uhh...why do you ask?"
"Because..." She looked at him, "I have one, too." They looked each other in the eye at that moment.
'Tell him how you feel!' Helga's heart seemed to scream at her. "I...I have to go." Said Helga quickly and ran out of his room before Arnold could protest.
Once outside, Helga made a mad dash for her house. She ran until she reached her own room, not even realizing when the skies clouded up and the rain began to pour.
To be continued...