Disclaimer- Okay, Hey Arnold does not belong to me! We all know the drill by now, right? :)
A/N- I'll try to make this longer, okay? And tell me if I'm slacking a bit, cuz if I don't know what you think, than I can't change it, right? :)
Arnold walked up to the door. He knocked. Bob came to the door. "What do YOU want, Aurthur?" he asked, coldly. "I wanted to see Helga," Arnold replied.
"She's upstairs packing. No visitors." With that, Big Bob shut the door. Arnold blinked. "Okay...I'lll just go to her window," he thought. He walked around to the other side of the house. He threw small pebbles at her window, so he could get her attention. Her window opened.
"Whaddya want- I mean, Arnold, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Helga! Come down here and talk to me!" he whispered loudly. Helga rolled her eyes, and sighed. She opened the window farther, and stepped onto the fire escape. She went quietly down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, Arnold was waiting.
"What?" she asked. He looked at her. She had combed her hair, but her bow was still crooked, and her eyes were red-rimmed still. "Helga, where are you going? Your dad said you were packing."
"I'm leaving the city, Arnoldo. I'm going to a farm, where some freaky old people are going to 'take care of me'. They think I'm 'just adorable'. Arnold, why did you do this to me? To my family?"
"Helga, I-" he started.
"You what, Football-Head?"
"I didn't think they would make you leave. I just thought maybe they would send your dad and your mom to counseling or something...I'm sorry..." he finished.
"Yeah, well, Arnold, I have to live with this for the rest of my life. I don't want to leave. I don't want to be home-schooled. This is where my home is. I don't want to leave the city, my friends, heck, my LIFE!" she said. Arnold was startled to see that her eyes had gotten misty.
"Helga, I don't know what to say...I didn't mean to ruin your life or anything, I wanted to make things better for you. I felt bad..."he said. Her head snapped up. If there ever was any, all the sensitivity and vulnerability had vanished from her face. "You felt bad? I don't need people feeling sorry for me, Arnold. People are going to feel sorry for me for the rest of my childhood, because I'm a foster child, and aid kid. I'm telling you, Arnold, I don't need it. I'm not going to sit back and let people feel bad for me, just because some stupid kid who thought he knew me ruined my life!" Helga ranted.
"That's not what I meant! I don't feel SORRY for you...I just don't think that anyone should have to go through what you had to. You might have emotional scars from the abuse you were taking, if not physical ones too."
"Doi! That's why I was going to see Dr. Bliss!"
"She wasn't really helping, though, was she, Helga?" Arnold asked her.
"Well of course she was! That's her job!" Helga retorted.
"Look, Helga, I was just trying to help you out some. I wasn't trying to mess up your life or anything. Okay? I said, and I mean, that I'm sorry."
"Yeah, sure, and I'm the queen of England."
"Your majesty?"
"Look, Arnold, I have to finish packing, alright?"
"Yeah, okay. When do you leave?" Arnold asked.
"Tomorrow night," Helga replied.
"Okay...Helga, I'm gonna-" Arnold began.
"Oh, God, Arnold, please don't start," Helga said, her voice sounding choked.
"Helga, please don't, I'm sorry," Arnold said. A small tear ran down Helga's cheek. She quickly wiped it away. "Yeah...see ya in the funny papers, Arnoldo..." Helga whispered.
A/N- I'll try to make this longer, okay? And tell me if I'm slacking a bit, cuz if I don't know what you think, than I can't change it, right? :)
Arnold walked up to the door. He knocked. Bob came to the door. "What do YOU want, Aurthur?" he asked, coldly. "I wanted to see Helga," Arnold replied.
"She's upstairs packing. No visitors." With that, Big Bob shut the door. Arnold blinked. "Okay...I'lll just go to her window," he thought. He walked around to the other side of the house. He threw small pebbles at her window, so he could get her attention. Her window opened.
"Whaddya want- I mean, Arnold, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Helga! Come down here and talk to me!" he whispered loudly. Helga rolled her eyes, and sighed. She opened the window farther, and stepped onto the fire escape. She went quietly down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, Arnold was waiting.
"What?" she asked. He looked at her. She had combed her hair, but her bow was still crooked, and her eyes were red-rimmed still. "Helga, where are you going? Your dad said you were packing."
"I'm leaving the city, Arnoldo. I'm going to a farm, where some freaky old people are going to 'take care of me'. They think I'm 'just adorable'. Arnold, why did you do this to me? To my family?"
"Helga, I-" he started.
"You what, Football-Head?"
"I didn't think they would make you leave. I just thought maybe they would send your dad and your mom to counseling or something...I'm sorry..." he finished.
"Yeah, well, Arnold, I have to live with this for the rest of my life. I don't want to leave. I don't want to be home-schooled. This is where my home is. I don't want to leave the city, my friends, heck, my LIFE!" she said. Arnold was startled to see that her eyes had gotten misty.
"Helga, I don't know what to say...I didn't mean to ruin your life or anything, I wanted to make things better for you. I felt bad..."he said. Her head snapped up. If there ever was any, all the sensitivity and vulnerability had vanished from her face. "You felt bad? I don't need people feeling sorry for me, Arnold. People are going to feel sorry for me for the rest of my childhood, because I'm a foster child, and aid kid. I'm telling you, Arnold, I don't need it. I'm not going to sit back and let people feel bad for me, just because some stupid kid who thought he knew me ruined my life!" Helga ranted.
"That's not what I meant! I don't feel SORRY for you...I just don't think that anyone should have to go through what you had to. You might have emotional scars from the abuse you were taking, if not physical ones too."
"Doi! That's why I was going to see Dr. Bliss!"
"She wasn't really helping, though, was she, Helga?" Arnold asked her.
"Well of course she was! That's her job!" Helga retorted.
"Look, Helga, I was just trying to help you out some. I wasn't trying to mess up your life or anything. Okay? I said, and I mean, that I'm sorry."
"Yeah, sure, and I'm the queen of England."
"Your majesty?"
"Look, Arnold, I have to finish packing, alright?"
"Yeah, okay. When do you leave?" Arnold asked.
"Tomorrow night," Helga replied.
"Okay...Helga, I'm gonna-" Arnold began.
"Oh, God, Arnold, please don't start," Helga said, her voice sounding choked.
"Helga, please don't, I'm sorry," Arnold said. A small tear ran down Helga's cheek. She quickly wiped it away. "Yeah...see ya in the funny papers, Arnoldo..." Helga whispered.