Disclaimer- I don't own Hey Arnold!
A/N- Hey, all you wonderful reviewers out there (I feel like I'm on a radio show!), thanks for the great reviews that you've been leaving me! Makes me feel all warm and snuggly inside!! : hehe Keep reading, and keep reviewing! Thanks!
Arnold heard a click as Helga hung up. What was that all about? Arnold wondered.
*~Pataki house~*
"All that I'm saying is that-"
"Miriam! I know what I'm doing! Olga, I mean, Helga is a snotty little girl, who needs to be disciplined!"
"But, Bob, don't you think that you maybe discipline her too hard sometimes?"
"NO! Miriam! Dammit! We never would have had this problem with Olga!"
"She's not Olga, Bob! That's the problem!"
Helga sat at the top of the stairs listening. All of her things were packed. A caseworker from the social services had already been to her house. She had examined Helga's home life for half a day. She wrote things down on a clipboard. She examined Olga's room, and wrote bunches of notes on her clipboard. Though Bob didn't hit her while the caseworker was there, he still ignored her. Miriam just sat, and had Helga make her a martini every once in a while.
Now Helga was leaving her home in the city. She would no longer be going to PS 118. She was going to live on a farm, and be home-schooled. Foster parents. Helga hated those words. She hated Arnold for ripping her away from everything she knew best. But, in a small part of herself, she thanked him.
"Grandpa! I'm going out! I'll be back in a little bit!" Arnold hurried out onto the street. He hurried towards Helga's house.
A/N- sorry, this is even shorter, but I'm experiencing a little bit of a writer's block...I'll try to write even more this afternoon. Thanks for bearing with me!
*~Me~*
A/N- Hey, all you wonderful reviewers out there (I feel like I'm on a radio show!), thanks for the great reviews that you've been leaving me! Makes me feel all warm and snuggly inside!! : hehe Keep reading, and keep reviewing! Thanks!
Arnold heard a click as Helga hung up. What was that all about? Arnold wondered.
*~Pataki house~*
"All that I'm saying is that-"
"Miriam! I know what I'm doing! Olga, I mean, Helga is a snotty little girl, who needs to be disciplined!"
"But, Bob, don't you think that you maybe discipline her too hard sometimes?"
"NO! Miriam! Dammit! We never would have had this problem with Olga!"
"She's not Olga, Bob! That's the problem!"
Helga sat at the top of the stairs listening. All of her things were packed. A caseworker from the social services had already been to her house. She had examined Helga's home life for half a day. She wrote things down on a clipboard. She examined Olga's room, and wrote bunches of notes on her clipboard. Though Bob didn't hit her while the caseworker was there, he still ignored her. Miriam just sat, and had Helga make her a martini every once in a while.
Now Helga was leaving her home in the city. She would no longer be going to PS 118. She was going to live on a farm, and be home-schooled. Foster parents. Helga hated those words. She hated Arnold for ripping her away from everything she knew best. But, in a small part of herself, she thanked him.
"Grandpa! I'm going out! I'll be back in a little bit!" Arnold hurried out onto the street. He hurried towards Helga's house.
A/N- sorry, this is even shorter, but I'm experiencing a little bit of a writer's block...I'll try to write even more this afternoon. Thanks for bearing with me!
*~Me~*