The Secret
By: Psychidelic Flower
This is my first Hey Arnold fic. I hope you like it...
It was a normal day at P.S. 118. Rhoda Wellington Lloyd was failing in an attempt to get Nadine
to change her hair style, Arnold and Gerald were talking about the cool episode of the Z files
that was on last night, and Helga was occasionally throwing spitballs at everyone in the class
esspecially Arnold. Then Arnold would yell..
Arnold: Helga! Cut it out
Helga: Ha! Ha Ha Ha! Ha!
She laughed devilishly! Then Mr. Simmons appeared in the front of class and said...
Mr. Simmons: Good morning Class! I hope that today all of you will be able to express yourselves
in your own special way!
Helga would write away in her little pink notebook when no one was looking...
Oh Arnold my love
why do I delight myself in your torture
when will the day come when I can be with you.
my football headed love god...
Helga suddenly found herself putting away the book faster than she ever had before because Arnold
was passing out last weeks test results and her desk was next in line, but before she could do
anything she accidently dropped the book on the floor right in front of Arnold. He went down to
pick it up, but Helga snatched it from the ground before he could even see what it was.
Arnold: What was that?
Helga: What was what football head?
Arnold: That thing on the floor, what was it?
Helga: None of your beeswax football head!
Arnold: What ever you say Helga.
Arnold finished passing out the papers and sat back down in at his desk. Helga sat back at her
own trying to calm down. That was one of the closest calls she'd ever had. Class seemed to fly
by as she thought about what would have happened had Arnold found out about her secret.
Suddenly the class bell rang and it was time for lunch. Having already eaten her lunch with
Phoebe, Helga sat behind a trash can watching Arnold from a far and looking at her locket, not
noticing he was coming straight for the trash can to dump his tray.
Helga: Oh Arnold my love.
She noticed Brainy was breathing down her neck so she whacked him. Causing him to fall into the
trash can knocking it over, knocking the locket out of her hand, sending it across the floor, and
sending Helga tumbling straight into Arnold.
Helga: Watch where your going football head!
Arnold: Nice to see you too Helga!
Helga scrammbled across the floor for her locket before grabbing it, and sitting back down next
to Phoebe.
Helga: Phoebe! Do you have any idea how many close calls I've had today!
Phoebe: Well whats been happening?
Helga: Well first I dropped my pink book right in front of Arnold and then I dropped my locket!
Meanwhile at Arnold's table...
Gerald: Arnold how come your covered in bits of coleslaw!
Arnold: I ran into Helga on the way to the trash can.
Gerald: Man she's got it in for you!
Arnold: I'll tell you one thing if she calls me football head one more time...
Gerald: Man I've never seen you like this before.
Arnold: Just one more time Gerald and I resort to plan X.
Gerald: Plan X! Plan X! Oh no not plan X! Anything but plan X! Um...whats plan X?
Arnold: Thats top secret Gerald, but I'm willing to tell you in a secluded place!
Gerald: Meaning your room at 5:00.
Arnold: Yes Gerald.
Later at recess...
Phoebe: I think that maybe you should try avoiding Arnold today in order to avoid any further
incidents...
As they walked around the corner Helga bumped into Arnold knocking them both over.
Helga: Why don't ya watch where your going football head?
Arnold: Stop calling me football head!
Helga: Whatcha gonna do about it football head?
Arnold: Come along Gerald lets prepare to put plan X into action!
5:00 in Arnold's Room...
Gerald: Before we carry out plan X would you mind telling me what plan X is.
Arnold: Alright Gerald I'll tell you, but you must tell no one. I must also warn you that it
involves spending time around Helga Pataki. The plan is to observe Helga in order to find out
what makes her tick, and to write down our findings in this seemingly normal looking notebook.
Gerald: What if she turns out to be a vicious ego maniac.
Arnold: Then we use our findings to Black mail her into leaving us alone.
Plan X...
Arnold: Alright we'll need walkie talkies, binoculars, and camoflague. Let's do it!
Arnold took the post near Helga's window.
Night 1: Subject suprisingly shows no anger or viciousness of any kind. Subject likes to prance
around room writing things in pink book and looking at locket. Subject spends a lot of time in
closet. Subject also keeps the window shut so I have not heard a thing the subject has said.
Day 1: Subject indulges in throwing spit balls, squirting me at the water fountain, tripping me,
and indulging in other vicious behavior.
Night 2: Subject appears to be constructing something in closet. She appears to be using things
from the beach as materials. Such as shells, sand, and drift wood. Again shows no sign of
aggressiveness in her behavior. This construction and behavior appears to be secret because she
tends to lock the door after entering the room.
At school the next day...
Gerald: So Arnold how's the plan been going?
Arnold: Pretty good except...
Gerald: except what?
Arnold: Except a lot of weird things have been going on.
Gerald: You mean like Helga isn't human?
Arnold: No! I mean like Helga acts, well funny.
Gerald: What do you mean funny?
Arnold: I mean like how prances around her room.
Gerald: Helga prances?
Arnold: Yeah! Very well acctually!
Plan X...
Day 2: Subject talks to Phoebe most of day, both are going out leaving perfect attempt to enter
subject's natural habitat...
Night 3: Subject puts on jacket and leaves room closing door behind her.
Helga's room...
Arnold opened Helga's window and carefully got inside. The room had blue wallpaper with gold
hearts on it. The bed was near the window so he had to be careful to move across it with out
moving the bedspread. Their was a nightstand beside it, on the wall to his right was the closet.
Ignoring everything else in the room he moved toward the closet, but he suddenly heard someone
coming up the stairs. Not wanting to get caught he dove under the bed, seeing nothing but
darkness, he heard the door open. It was Big Bob Pataki the last person he wanted to catch him
in Helga's room.
Big Bob: Hey Olga have ya seen the remote control! Oh yeah the kid's not here! Oh well, hey
Miriam have ya seen the remote control!
Big Bob left the room closing the the door behind him. Arnold got out from underneath the bed and
remembering the walkie talkie in his pocket, he took it out and turned it on.
Gerald: Hey man whatcha doing? I was starting to think something happened to you!
Arnold: Well your not going to believe this, but I'm in Helga's room!
Gerald: Man oh man! You know what'll happen if she catches you in her room!
Arnold: Well I'm doing okay so far, but I just had a very close call with Big Bob Pataki.
Gerald: Why on earth did you go in her room in the first place? It's illegal ya know!
Arnold: Curiosity I guess! Also for the mission!
Gerald: Your a bold kid Arnold! Do you know that? A bold kid!
Arnold: Well I gotta go Gerald, but stay on the line in case I need you!
Arnold shut off the walkie talkie and again made his way toward the closet until he was again
interupted by someone coming up the stairs. He again dove beneath the bed into the darkness. It
was Miriam, she was coming to take out the trash in the small trash can in the room. Arnold
didn't leave from underneath the bed until he heard the door shut and the person walk away.
Arnold again turned on walkie talkie.
Arnold: Gerald I'm aborting this mission! I repeat abort the mission!
Gerald: What happened?
Arnold: I've had way too many close calls and I'm afraid of getting caught!
Gerald: We better stop talking right now so you can get out of there!
Arnold left the room right before Helga came back. He climbed down the tree from which he usually
observed Helga, and went home to the boarding house. He pulled the cord letting down the stairs
to his room in the attic. He took his remote control out of his pocket making the couch come out
of the wall, on which he collapsed totally exhausted.
The next morning...
Arnold woke up with the sun shining in his face. He had fallen asleep on the couch with his
regular clothes on. He quickly got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. He sat down at the
table to see Grandma in her cowboy hat.
Grandma: Morning Tex! Ya hungry? Cause there's plenty of grub to go around!
Arnold's Grandma served him a stack of pancakes, and proceeded to serve Grandpa and the other
borders at the table. Arnold put butter and syrup on his pancakes before pouring himself a glass
of milk. He then proceeded to chow down. He could see that again Oskar was trying to steal some
pancakes from Grandpa's plate. As Arnold finished he noticed the time and quickly left for
school.
At School...
At school all Arnold could think about was what could Helga possibly be hiding behind that closet
door. What was she hiding? He knew it must be some huge secret, because otherwise why would she
be hiding it in the closet. He took out the notebook that he wrote his observations in and began
to write.
Day 3: Last night I have noticed that subject's father often calls the subject by her sister's
name without realizing it. Subject still engages in behavior very different from the behavior
I have observed of the subject in its natural habitat.
Arnold continued to observe and think about Helga every day. The more he did the more he began to
like her, and began to wonder why she was usually so hostile. He knew she had a reason, but what
was it.
Two Weeks later...
Day 18: I have discovered that I will finally discover the secret of the subject's closet. I
overheard Phoebe and the subject talking. They are planning to go see a wrestling match. The
subject's mother will be grocery shopping and her father will be off on a two day business trip.
It will be the perfect opportunity.
At School...
Arnold: Gerald! Guess what!
Gerald: What is it!
Arnold: I'm finally going to find out what's in Helga's room!
Gerald: What's wrong with you man?
Arnold: What do ya mean?
Gerald: I mean it's like your obsessed or something!
Arnold: What do ya mean?
Gerald: I mean it's all you think about!
Arnold: Well I guess I have been a little preoccupied.
Gerald: A little? Anyway I'm going to Gerald field afterschool to play some ball. Ya coming!
Arnold knew it would put him behind in his observations, but he also needed some time to himself
to free his mind from the question that kept plaging him day and night. So he decided to go.
Gerald: Hey Arnold! Ya coming or what?
Arnold: I'm coming with ya Gerald!
At Gerald field...
Arnold tried to keep up with the game, but he just couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she
kept her true self hidden behind such an aggressive facade. He knew her now. He knew she wasn't
the terrible annoying person he had thought she was. In fact he had always thought that she
wasn't all that bad deep down, but the thought was always removed from his head when she
tortured him at school. Then there were those moments he couldn't explain. Like the time Helga
dropped from the ceiling in his room during a club meeting, all dust covered with a tape in her
mouth. Then there was the time she had dropped from a tree right after Lila told him that she
didn't like him like him.
Gerald: Hey Arnold! Watch out!
Arnold: Huh? What?
Suddenly the baseball hit him straight in his football head.
Gerald: Hey Arnold! Are you okay?
Harold: Oh man! I think he's unconcious!
Sid: Man! That looks pretty bad!
Helga: Alright! Make way! Give the boy some air!
Gerald: Arnold! Arnold! Can you hear me man?
Sid: What ever you do Arnold, do not go towards the light! The light is not your friend!
Helga: I guess we'd better get the football head home!
Arnold opened his eyes for only a second during the whole ordeal of the other kids getting him
home, but had mostly been having a bizarre dream. For some reason in his dream he got the feeling
that he like liked Helga. The only thing that was more bizarre than the dream it self was the
fact that dream took place in the place shown in that painting with the melted clocks draped over
trees and stonehenge. Arnold finally came to in his bed not noticing immediately where he was. He
was surrounded by Grandpa, Grandma, and everyone who had been at Gerald field. Even Helga was
there, lurking in the shadowy corner of the room.
Grandpa: Are you alright Shortman? You had us worried there for a minute.
Arnold: I think so! I'm just feeling a little dizzy.
It took him a second to remember the weird dream he'd had. He could see Helga at the back of the
room through the people huddled around him. He watched her move toward the door, look back, then
slip out of the room. For some reason he didn't want her to leave. Maybe it was the blow to his
head,but Arnold realized that he liked Helga. He figured that he must've been in some sort of
denyal to not have realized it before. He had only really liked three other people in his life.
One was Lila who didn't like him like him, another was Cecil who had disappeared from his
life as soon as she had appeared, and the last had been Ruth who he realized wasn't the girl he
thought she was. He was sure that he liked Helga, but realized that he could tell no one for fear
of getting pounded by Old Betsy and the five avengers.
Saturday...The Final Frontier
Arnold had almost completely recovered, because forunately he had not experienced a concussion.
But he was still feeling a bit dizzy. Last night had seemed like some strange dream. He
remembered that today was the day he planned to find out what was in Helga's closet. He was
desperately trying to decide whether he should go or not. On the one hand he liked Helga and
didn't want to invade her privacy, but on the other hand his curiosity was burning in his mind.
He couldn't let all his observations to have been in vain. This was no longer for the reasons he
had had at the beginning, but for the questions that kept plaging night and day. so he decided to
go...
At the Helga's window...
He could see Helga putting on her jacket before leaving the room. She soon appeared at the door
below him closing it behind her, and walking out of sight. He silently made his way through the
window and over the bed. He gently walked across the floor, making his way toward the closet. He
touched the doorknob, turning it ever so slightly, and carefully pulled it open so that it didn't
creak. What appeared before him was a regular closet and nothing unusual, until he saw a trail
of sand on the floor leading to the back of the closet. He carefully moved the clothes aside to
find something completely and utterly bizarre. It appeared to be some sort of shrine. It was made
of sand, it had seashells for eyes, sea weed for hair, driftwood for arms, and had a football
shaped head. It was surrounded by candles and alot of other weird things. He looked around until
something in the corner caught his eye. In the corner was a shoe, but it wasn't any normal shoe,
it was Cecil's. He knew it was her's because he had the other at home. Not far from it were the
clothes Cecil had worn to dinner with him. He also saw a pink book. Something told him to look
inside. He saw it was the same pink book he had found with the poems about him inside. What did
it all mean? Before he could turn the last page of the book, he heard the door downstairs open
and close. Arnold closed the closet door behind him as he heard someone coming up the stairs.
Little did Arnold know that the Wrestling match had been cancelled because of a freak accident
involving Monkey Man, a banana peel, and one of the wrestlers. So Helga went home. The door to
Helga's room swung open. Arnold hoped that whoever it was didn't open the door. Helga turned the
doorknob and opened the door....
Your probably thinking," how can she do this? How can she leave us in suspense?" Well don't
worry I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible. I just want you guys to know that I don't
own any of these characters blah blah blah etc.
By: Psychidelic Flower
This is my first Hey Arnold fic. I hope you like it...
It was a normal day at P.S. 118. Rhoda Wellington Lloyd was failing in an attempt to get Nadine
to change her hair style, Arnold and Gerald were talking about the cool episode of the Z files
that was on last night, and Helga was occasionally throwing spitballs at everyone in the class
esspecially Arnold. Then Arnold would yell..
Arnold: Helga! Cut it out
Helga: Ha! Ha Ha Ha! Ha!
She laughed devilishly! Then Mr. Simmons appeared in the front of class and said...
Mr. Simmons: Good morning Class! I hope that today all of you will be able to express yourselves
in your own special way!
Helga would write away in her little pink notebook when no one was looking...
Oh Arnold my love
why do I delight myself in your torture
when will the day come when I can be with you.
my football headed love god...
Helga suddenly found herself putting away the book faster than she ever had before because Arnold
was passing out last weeks test results and her desk was next in line, but before she could do
anything she accidently dropped the book on the floor right in front of Arnold. He went down to
pick it up, but Helga snatched it from the ground before he could even see what it was.
Arnold: What was that?
Helga: What was what football head?
Arnold: That thing on the floor, what was it?
Helga: None of your beeswax football head!
Arnold: What ever you say Helga.
Arnold finished passing out the papers and sat back down in at his desk. Helga sat back at her
own trying to calm down. That was one of the closest calls she'd ever had. Class seemed to fly
by as she thought about what would have happened had Arnold found out about her secret.
Suddenly the class bell rang and it was time for lunch. Having already eaten her lunch with
Phoebe, Helga sat behind a trash can watching Arnold from a far and looking at her locket, not
noticing he was coming straight for the trash can to dump his tray.
Helga: Oh Arnold my love.
She noticed Brainy was breathing down her neck so she whacked him. Causing him to fall into the
trash can knocking it over, knocking the locket out of her hand, sending it across the floor, and
sending Helga tumbling straight into Arnold.
Helga: Watch where your going football head!
Arnold: Nice to see you too Helga!
Helga scrammbled across the floor for her locket before grabbing it, and sitting back down next
to Phoebe.
Helga: Phoebe! Do you have any idea how many close calls I've had today!
Phoebe: Well whats been happening?
Helga: Well first I dropped my pink book right in front of Arnold and then I dropped my locket!
Meanwhile at Arnold's table...
Gerald: Arnold how come your covered in bits of coleslaw!
Arnold: I ran into Helga on the way to the trash can.
Gerald: Man she's got it in for you!
Arnold: I'll tell you one thing if she calls me football head one more time...
Gerald: Man I've never seen you like this before.
Arnold: Just one more time Gerald and I resort to plan X.
Gerald: Plan X! Plan X! Oh no not plan X! Anything but plan X! Um...whats plan X?
Arnold: Thats top secret Gerald, but I'm willing to tell you in a secluded place!
Gerald: Meaning your room at 5:00.
Arnold: Yes Gerald.
Later at recess...
Phoebe: I think that maybe you should try avoiding Arnold today in order to avoid any further
incidents...
As they walked around the corner Helga bumped into Arnold knocking them both over.
Helga: Why don't ya watch where your going football head?
Arnold: Stop calling me football head!
Helga: Whatcha gonna do about it football head?
Arnold: Come along Gerald lets prepare to put plan X into action!
5:00 in Arnold's Room...
Gerald: Before we carry out plan X would you mind telling me what plan X is.
Arnold: Alright Gerald I'll tell you, but you must tell no one. I must also warn you that it
involves spending time around Helga Pataki. The plan is to observe Helga in order to find out
what makes her tick, and to write down our findings in this seemingly normal looking notebook.
Gerald: What if she turns out to be a vicious ego maniac.
Arnold: Then we use our findings to Black mail her into leaving us alone.
Plan X...
Arnold: Alright we'll need walkie talkies, binoculars, and camoflague. Let's do it!
Arnold took the post near Helga's window.
Night 1: Subject suprisingly shows no anger or viciousness of any kind. Subject likes to prance
around room writing things in pink book and looking at locket. Subject spends a lot of time in
closet. Subject also keeps the window shut so I have not heard a thing the subject has said.
Day 1: Subject indulges in throwing spit balls, squirting me at the water fountain, tripping me,
and indulging in other vicious behavior.
Night 2: Subject appears to be constructing something in closet. She appears to be using things
from the beach as materials. Such as shells, sand, and drift wood. Again shows no sign of
aggressiveness in her behavior. This construction and behavior appears to be secret because she
tends to lock the door after entering the room.
At school the next day...
Gerald: So Arnold how's the plan been going?
Arnold: Pretty good except...
Gerald: except what?
Arnold: Except a lot of weird things have been going on.
Gerald: You mean like Helga isn't human?
Arnold: No! I mean like Helga acts, well funny.
Gerald: What do you mean funny?
Arnold: I mean like how prances around her room.
Gerald: Helga prances?
Arnold: Yeah! Very well acctually!
Plan X...
Day 2: Subject talks to Phoebe most of day, both are going out leaving perfect attempt to enter
subject's natural habitat...
Night 3: Subject puts on jacket and leaves room closing door behind her.
Helga's room...
Arnold opened Helga's window and carefully got inside. The room had blue wallpaper with gold
hearts on it. The bed was near the window so he had to be careful to move across it with out
moving the bedspread. Their was a nightstand beside it, on the wall to his right was the closet.
Ignoring everything else in the room he moved toward the closet, but he suddenly heard someone
coming up the stairs. Not wanting to get caught he dove under the bed, seeing nothing but
darkness, he heard the door open. It was Big Bob Pataki the last person he wanted to catch him
in Helga's room.
Big Bob: Hey Olga have ya seen the remote control! Oh yeah the kid's not here! Oh well, hey
Miriam have ya seen the remote control!
Big Bob left the room closing the the door behind him. Arnold got out from underneath the bed and
remembering the walkie talkie in his pocket, he took it out and turned it on.
Gerald: Hey man whatcha doing? I was starting to think something happened to you!
Arnold: Well your not going to believe this, but I'm in Helga's room!
Gerald: Man oh man! You know what'll happen if she catches you in her room!
Arnold: Well I'm doing okay so far, but I just had a very close call with Big Bob Pataki.
Gerald: Why on earth did you go in her room in the first place? It's illegal ya know!
Arnold: Curiosity I guess! Also for the mission!
Gerald: Your a bold kid Arnold! Do you know that? A bold kid!
Arnold: Well I gotta go Gerald, but stay on the line in case I need you!
Arnold shut off the walkie talkie and again made his way toward the closet until he was again
interupted by someone coming up the stairs. He again dove beneath the bed into the darkness. It
was Miriam, she was coming to take out the trash in the small trash can in the room. Arnold
didn't leave from underneath the bed until he heard the door shut and the person walk away.
Arnold again turned on walkie talkie.
Arnold: Gerald I'm aborting this mission! I repeat abort the mission!
Gerald: What happened?
Arnold: I've had way too many close calls and I'm afraid of getting caught!
Gerald: We better stop talking right now so you can get out of there!
Arnold left the room right before Helga came back. He climbed down the tree from which he usually
observed Helga, and went home to the boarding house. He pulled the cord letting down the stairs
to his room in the attic. He took his remote control out of his pocket making the couch come out
of the wall, on which he collapsed totally exhausted.
The next morning...
Arnold woke up with the sun shining in his face. He had fallen asleep on the couch with his
regular clothes on. He quickly got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. He sat down at the
table to see Grandma in her cowboy hat.
Grandma: Morning Tex! Ya hungry? Cause there's plenty of grub to go around!
Arnold's Grandma served him a stack of pancakes, and proceeded to serve Grandpa and the other
borders at the table. Arnold put butter and syrup on his pancakes before pouring himself a glass
of milk. He then proceeded to chow down. He could see that again Oskar was trying to steal some
pancakes from Grandpa's plate. As Arnold finished he noticed the time and quickly left for
school.
At School...
At school all Arnold could think about was what could Helga possibly be hiding behind that closet
door. What was she hiding? He knew it must be some huge secret, because otherwise why would she
be hiding it in the closet. He took out the notebook that he wrote his observations in and began
to write.
Day 3: Last night I have noticed that subject's father often calls the subject by her sister's
name without realizing it. Subject still engages in behavior very different from the behavior
I have observed of the subject in its natural habitat.
Arnold continued to observe and think about Helga every day. The more he did the more he began to
like her, and began to wonder why she was usually so hostile. He knew she had a reason, but what
was it.
Two Weeks later...
Day 18: I have discovered that I will finally discover the secret of the subject's closet. I
overheard Phoebe and the subject talking. They are planning to go see a wrestling match. The
subject's mother will be grocery shopping and her father will be off on a two day business trip.
It will be the perfect opportunity.
At School...
Arnold: Gerald! Guess what!
Gerald: What is it!
Arnold: I'm finally going to find out what's in Helga's room!
Gerald: What's wrong with you man?
Arnold: What do ya mean?
Gerald: I mean it's like your obsessed or something!
Arnold: What do ya mean?
Gerald: I mean it's all you think about!
Arnold: Well I guess I have been a little preoccupied.
Gerald: A little? Anyway I'm going to Gerald field afterschool to play some ball. Ya coming!
Arnold knew it would put him behind in his observations, but he also needed some time to himself
to free his mind from the question that kept plaging him day and night. So he decided to go.
Gerald: Hey Arnold! Ya coming or what?
Arnold: I'm coming with ya Gerald!
At Gerald field...
Arnold tried to keep up with the game, but he just couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she
kept her true self hidden behind such an aggressive facade. He knew her now. He knew she wasn't
the terrible annoying person he had thought she was. In fact he had always thought that she
wasn't all that bad deep down, but the thought was always removed from his head when she
tortured him at school. Then there were those moments he couldn't explain. Like the time Helga
dropped from the ceiling in his room during a club meeting, all dust covered with a tape in her
mouth. Then there was the time she had dropped from a tree right after Lila told him that she
didn't like him like him.
Gerald: Hey Arnold! Watch out!
Arnold: Huh? What?
Suddenly the baseball hit him straight in his football head.
Gerald: Hey Arnold! Are you okay?
Harold: Oh man! I think he's unconcious!
Sid: Man! That looks pretty bad!
Helga: Alright! Make way! Give the boy some air!
Gerald: Arnold! Arnold! Can you hear me man?
Sid: What ever you do Arnold, do not go towards the light! The light is not your friend!
Helga: I guess we'd better get the football head home!
Arnold opened his eyes for only a second during the whole ordeal of the other kids getting him
home, but had mostly been having a bizarre dream. For some reason in his dream he got the feeling
that he like liked Helga. The only thing that was more bizarre than the dream it self was the
fact that dream took place in the place shown in that painting with the melted clocks draped over
trees and stonehenge. Arnold finally came to in his bed not noticing immediately where he was. He
was surrounded by Grandpa, Grandma, and everyone who had been at Gerald field. Even Helga was
there, lurking in the shadowy corner of the room.
Grandpa: Are you alright Shortman? You had us worried there for a minute.
Arnold: I think so! I'm just feeling a little dizzy.
It took him a second to remember the weird dream he'd had. He could see Helga at the back of the
room through the people huddled around him. He watched her move toward the door, look back, then
slip out of the room. For some reason he didn't want her to leave. Maybe it was the blow to his
head,but Arnold realized that he liked Helga. He figured that he must've been in some sort of
denyal to not have realized it before. He had only really liked three other people in his life.
One was Lila who didn't like him like him, another was Cecil who had disappeared from his
life as soon as she had appeared, and the last had been Ruth who he realized wasn't the girl he
thought she was. He was sure that he liked Helga, but realized that he could tell no one for fear
of getting pounded by Old Betsy and the five avengers.
Saturday...The Final Frontier
Arnold had almost completely recovered, because forunately he had not experienced a concussion.
But he was still feeling a bit dizzy. Last night had seemed like some strange dream. He
remembered that today was the day he planned to find out what was in Helga's closet. He was
desperately trying to decide whether he should go or not. On the one hand he liked Helga and
didn't want to invade her privacy, but on the other hand his curiosity was burning in his mind.
He couldn't let all his observations to have been in vain. This was no longer for the reasons he
had had at the beginning, but for the questions that kept plaging night and day. so he decided to
go...
At the Helga's window...
He could see Helga putting on her jacket before leaving the room. She soon appeared at the door
below him closing it behind her, and walking out of sight. He silently made his way through the
window and over the bed. He gently walked across the floor, making his way toward the closet. He
touched the doorknob, turning it ever so slightly, and carefully pulled it open so that it didn't
creak. What appeared before him was a regular closet and nothing unusual, until he saw a trail
of sand on the floor leading to the back of the closet. He carefully moved the clothes aside to
find something completely and utterly bizarre. It appeared to be some sort of shrine. It was made
of sand, it had seashells for eyes, sea weed for hair, driftwood for arms, and had a football
shaped head. It was surrounded by candles and alot of other weird things. He looked around until
something in the corner caught his eye. In the corner was a shoe, but it wasn't any normal shoe,
it was Cecil's. He knew it was her's because he had the other at home. Not far from it were the
clothes Cecil had worn to dinner with him. He also saw a pink book. Something told him to look
inside. He saw it was the same pink book he had found with the poems about him inside. What did
it all mean? Before he could turn the last page of the book, he heard the door downstairs open
and close. Arnold closed the closet door behind him as he heard someone coming up the stairs.
Little did Arnold know that the Wrestling match had been cancelled because of a freak accident
involving Monkey Man, a banana peel, and one of the wrestlers. So Helga went home. The door to
Helga's room swung open. Arnold hoped that whoever it was didn't open the door. Helga turned the
doorknob and opened the door....
Your probably thinking," how can she do this? How can she leave us in suspense?" Well don't
worry I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible. I just want you guys to know that I don't
own any of these characters blah blah blah etc.