Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
Author's note- Sorry, this is gonna be short. Sorry it took so long, I was in St. Louis, and didn't have access to the internet! The horror!
At school on Monday, Helga walked up to Arnold. He expected her to say something cruel, and cold-hearted. He was surprised. She said nothing. She just looked at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and Arnold noticed that the bruise on her cheek had turned an ugly yellow color.
It was misting out, and Helga looked like a stray cat. She was horrible-looking. Her dress had a tear at the hem, she hadn't combed her hair, and her bow was crooked. Helga shook her head at Arnold and walked into P.S. 118. Arnold knew that she and her parents knew that he had called the CSS, and that they were probably mad, but he didn't regret it. No one should have to go through what Helga was going through.
After school, Arnold walked up to Helga.
"We need to work on our project...do you want me to come to your house, or do you want to come to mine?" he asked. Helga looked at him. "I'll finish the project, Arnold. You don't need to worry about it," she said, her voice scratchy, and sounding tired. "That's okay, Helga, I want to help," Arnold replied. "I can handle it," Helga responded.
"Are you sure? Because I could come and help you, you know, it's not a problem-" Arnold began.
"Arnold! You've already tried to help me, and look how that turned out! Please, just butt out! I said that I could do the frigging project by myself! I don't need your help anymore!" With that, Helga was running off into the rain. Arnold stared after her.
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That night, Helga dialed Arnold's number, and sat on her bed with the phone. "Hello?" Phil, Arnold's grandpa answered.
"Hi, is uh, is Arnold home?" Helga asked.
"Yes, just a minute. I'm in the office." There was a pause. "ARNOLD!! PHONE FOR YOU, ARNOLD!!!" Arnold picked up the phone. "Okay, grandpa, you can hang up now." There was a click. "Hello?" Arnold asked. "A- Arnold? This is Helga..."
"Hi, Helga...What's up?"
"Arnold, I just called to...to say...well, Arnold, I called to say good-bye."
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I told you it would be short!! I'll write more later!
Author's note- Sorry, this is gonna be short. Sorry it took so long, I was in St. Louis, and didn't have access to the internet! The horror!
At school on Monday, Helga walked up to Arnold. He expected her to say something cruel, and cold-hearted. He was surprised. She said nothing. She just looked at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and Arnold noticed that the bruise on her cheek had turned an ugly yellow color.
It was misting out, and Helga looked like a stray cat. She was horrible-looking. Her dress had a tear at the hem, she hadn't combed her hair, and her bow was crooked. Helga shook her head at Arnold and walked into P.S. 118. Arnold knew that she and her parents knew that he had called the CSS, and that they were probably mad, but he didn't regret it. No one should have to go through what Helga was going through.
After school, Arnold walked up to Helga.
"We need to work on our project...do you want me to come to your house, or do you want to come to mine?" he asked. Helga looked at him. "I'll finish the project, Arnold. You don't need to worry about it," she said, her voice scratchy, and sounding tired. "That's okay, Helga, I want to help," Arnold replied. "I can handle it," Helga responded.
"Are you sure? Because I could come and help you, you know, it's not a problem-" Arnold began.
"Arnold! You've already tried to help me, and look how that turned out! Please, just butt out! I said that I could do the frigging project by myself! I don't need your help anymore!" With that, Helga was running off into the rain. Arnold stared after her.
***
That night, Helga dialed Arnold's number, and sat on her bed with the phone. "Hello?" Phil, Arnold's grandpa answered.
"Hi, is uh, is Arnold home?" Helga asked.
"Yes, just a minute. I'm in the office." There was a pause. "ARNOLD!! PHONE FOR YOU, ARNOLD!!!" Arnold picked up the phone. "Okay, grandpa, you can hang up now." There was a click. "Hello?" Arnold asked. "A- Arnold? This is Helga..."
"Hi, Helga...What's up?"
"Arnold, I just called to...to say...well, Arnold, I called to say good-bye."
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I told you it would be short!! I'll write more later!