Setting:
Arnold's House
11:59 a.m.
Arnold lay awake on his bed, staring up at the sky through the skylight in his room. He couldn't sleep after what happened that night. He still couldn't believe the girl behind the mask was Helga. Helga of all people. Then Arnold began thinking of how much fun he had at the ball with her. Helga didn't act like she usually did with a tough, ungraceful manner. She acted really nice and ladylike.
Then Arnold realized what he had done to her. I must've really hurt her feelings when I didn't give her a chance to explain, he thought to himself. Helga did lie about her identity, but she probably didn't lie about who she really was. Maybe the way she acted at the ball was who she really is-that she is a wonderful person. Arnold groaned. How could I have done this?! He thought. In the morning I have to talk to her.
The next morning, Arnold got dressed, ran downstairs, and scarfed down his two pancakes and in two gulps finished his orange juice.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Shortman?" Grandpa asked.
"Sorry, Grandpa," Arnold said rushing to the door. "Can't talk now. I have to go and fix something up."
"Ok, just remember to be back home soon. I need some help around the house."
"Sure, Grandpa," Arnold said, and with that he shut the door and headed towards Helga's house.
Setting:
Helga's Room
Helga was starting to get out of bed. She felt horrible. She couldn't believe what happened to her. "I can't believe what happened to me!" She cried. "Now Arnold hates me for lying to him."
Helga, half-asleep, descended slowly down the steps. She entered the kitchen and was about to pour herself a bowl of cereal, when the doorbell rang. "What is it now?" She rolled her eyes and went to open the door.
It was the person she had least expected it to be. Arnold.
"Arnold!" Helga cried, who was now wide awake, and stared at him wide eyed.
"Hi Helga," Arnold said, and looked at her. "Did I just wake you up?"
Helga looked at herself who was still wearing her one-piece, pink PJ. She screamed and ran upstairs to change. Boy, was she embarrassed!! (hehe)
She ran downstairs, hoping Arnold was still there. He was still waiting and he must've let himself in, because he was now inside the house.
"I'm really sorry if I woke you up," Arnold apologized.
"No, no. It's ok," Helga said.
"Well, I really need to talk to you," Arnold said a bit nervously.
"Yeah, me too," Helga said looking at the floor.
"I'm really sorry-" they began at the same time. The stopped and looked at each other.
Helga spoke up first. "Arnold, I'm really sorry about lying to you like that. I just thought, if you knew it was me...Well, you wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore. I mean, all those times I called you 'Football Head' and threw spitballs at you. Oh and that one time when I spilled paint on you, and-"
"Helga, I get the point."
"Anyway, I was going to explain everything to you before I left, but Big Bob"-she rolled her eyes-"came before I could even start."
"I know," Arnold said. "And I shouldn't have left you like that. I should've let you explain. I'm sorry too."
The both looked at the floor, not knowing what to say next. Then, slowly, they both looked up at each other and smiled. Both Arnold and Helga knew what they felt for each other. They didn't need words to explain.
Arnold's House
11:59 a.m.
Arnold lay awake on his bed, staring up at the sky through the skylight in his room. He couldn't sleep after what happened that night. He still couldn't believe the girl behind the mask was Helga. Helga of all people. Then Arnold began thinking of how much fun he had at the ball with her. Helga didn't act like she usually did with a tough, ungraceful manner. She acted really nice and ladylike.
Then Arnold realized what he had done to her. I must've really hurt her feelings when I didn't give her a chance to explain, he thought to himself. Helga did lie about her identity, but she probably didn't lie about who she really was. Maybe the way she acted at the ball was who she really is-that she is a wonderful person. Arnold groaned. How could I have done this?! He thought. In the morning I have to talk to her.
The next morning, Arnold got dressed, ran downstairs, and scarfed down his two pancakes and in two gulps finished his orange juice.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Shortman?" Grandpa asked.
"Sorry, Grandpa," Arnold said rushing to the door. "Can't talk now. I have to go and fix something up."
"Ok, just remember to be back home soon. I need some help around the house."
"Sure, Grandpa," Arnold said, and with that he shut the door and headed towards Helga's house.
Setting:
Helga's Room
Helga was starting to get out of bed. She felt horrible. She couldn't believe what happened to her. "I can't believe what happened to me!" She cried. "Now Arnold hates me for lying to him."
Helga, half-asleep, descended slowly down the steps. She entered the kitchen and was about to pour herself a bowl of cereal, when the doorbell rang. "What is it now?" She rolled her eyes and went to open the door.
It was the person she had least expected it to be. Arnold.
"Arnold!" Helga cried, who was now wide awake, and stared at him wide eyed.
"Hi Helga," Arnold said, and looked at her. "Did I just wake you up?"
Helga looked at herself who was still wearing her one-piece, pink PJ. She screamed and ran upstairs to change. Boy, was she embarrassed!! (hehe)
She ran downstairs, hoping Arnold was still there. He was still waiting and he must've let himself in, because he was now inside the house.
"I'm really sorry if I woke you up," Arnold apologized.
"No, no. It's ok," Helga said.
"Well, I really need to talk to you," Arnold said a bit nervously.
"Yeah, me too," Helga said looking at the floor.
"I'm really sorry-" they began at the same time. The stopped and looked at each other.
Helga spoke up first. "Arnold, I'm really sorry about lying to you like that. I just thought, if you knew it was me...Well, you wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore. I mean, all those times I called you 'Football Head' and threw spitballs at you. Oh and that one time when I spilled paint on you, and-"
"Helga, I get the point."
"Anyway, I was going to explain everything to you before I left, but Big Bob"-she rolled her eyes-"came before I could even start."
"I know," Arnold said. "And I shouldn't have left you like that. I should've let you explain. I'm sorry too."
The both looked at the floor, not knowing what to say next. Then, slowly, they both looked up at each other and smiled. Both Arnold and Helga knew what they felt for each other. They didn't need words to explain.