Disclaimer- Don't own nuffen, 'specially Hey Arnold. But you already knew that, didn't you? But, actually, you know what? I own the plot! Yay!!! *does a happy happy joy joy dance*
A/N- The address that I used- Please do not try mailing anything there, because it'll just be a waste of a perfectly good postage stamp. I doubt it is real, but if by some freaky incident it *was* real, I don't want people getting mail from people they don't know. I just made it up, any similarity was totally fictitious, and unintentional. BTW, thank you nuh-uh for informing me that Arnold lives on Vine Street! Enough legal mumbo-jumbo, read the fic, dude (or dudette)!
Arnold trudged home. He hadn't meant to upset Helga. He didn't think that the caseworker would make Helga leave her home. He didn't know how far away Helga was moving, or for how long. All he knew was that it was a farm. There usually aren't many farms in a city. He guessed she was moving to a different part of the state. His throat choked up some, and he was surprised. This was Helga Pataki, his lifelong tormentor, not his best friend. But still, he had known her since pre-school. That had to have SOME significance, didn't it? Arnold sighed, and continued walking.
*Helga's room*
Helga looked around her room to see if she got the things that she would need. She couldn't bring everything, of course, but she needed to bring some certain things. She brought the school yearbook from that year, so she wouldn't forget anyone. On an impulse, she opened it. She flipped through the pages until the 4th graders page. Mr. Simmons' class. Mr. Simmons. What a sap. But, she admitted to herself, she would miss him. Just as she would miss all of the others. Curly, Sid, Stinky, Harold, Pheobe, Gerald, Eugene, Arnold. These were the people that made her life what it was. Curly was insane, but he was a nice enough kid, and Sid, he didn't seem to like her much, but he had never been downright nasty to her, Stinky was a country boy that lived in the city, and he hadn't been completely mean to her either. Harold was your typical fat boy. She would miss making fun of him. They always threw their fair share of insults at each other, but nothing really hurtful. Pheobe was her best friend. No matter where Helga was, Pheobe would always be there. Gerald (A.K.A. Tall Hair Boy) never really liked Helga much, but that didn't bother her. He was okay, really, once you got past the fake "coolness" that he put up. Helga knew that Pheobe had a secret crush on him, and she suspected that Gerald felt the same way about Pheobe. Eugene was a jinx. Once he had even tried telling Arnold that Arnold himself was a jinx. He wore socks with his sandals. Who on Earth, Helga wondered, wore socks with thong sandals? Arnold. What was there to say about Arnold? He was a typical nice guy, and he was friends with just about everybody. She would miss him a lot. She had told one person about her secret crush on Arnold. She had only told Pheobe. She ran her fingers over Arnold's picture. She lifted a hand to her face, and discovered her cheek was wet. She closed the yearbook.
***
The next day at school, Arnold walked up to Helga. "Helga? You leave tonight, right? How are you feeling?" he asked. Helga turned around. She looked better today. "Hey Arnold. Yeah, I leave tonight. I'm okay." Helga had told only one person besides Arnold that she was going into foster care. There was only one other person that deserved to know. Pheobe lowered her head at the mention of Helga's leaving. "Helga, can I talk to you for a minute?" Arnold asked.
"Sure, Foot- I mean, Arnold." She followed him to a corner of the school. "Helga, do you know the address of where you're going?" he asked.
"No, I don't know it, Arnold. Sorry. Why do you want to know?" she replied. "I wanted to write to you. I can give you my address, and you can write to me once you get there. I mean, if you want to." Arnold said.
"Maybe I'll do that," Helga replied. Just then the bell rang. All the kids rushed into the P.S.118 school building. Helga sighed. Her last day here. Usually she wasn't sappy about things like this, but she didn't know if she'd ever see it, or any of the people here, ever again.
***
In homeroom, Arnold passed her a slip of paper. It had his address on it. The ink was smudged over his last name, and she couldn't read it.
It read: Arnold
Sunset Arms Boarding House
120 Vine Street
New York, NY
55555
She looked up at him, and smiled. She passed him a slip of paper: Football Head,
Thanks. I'll write to you, but you have to write me back!
He sent her one back.
Helga, you're welcome. I'll definitely will write back to you!
***
That night, just before Helga was getting ready to leave, there was a knock on the door. She ran down the stairs and opened it, expecting to find her caseworker, Megan. Instead of Megan, Arnold and Pheobe were standing there. Helga almost slammed the door in their faces, she was so surprised. She ushered them inside.
"Why are you guys here?" she asked.
"We wanted to see you before you left," Pheobe replied.
" Oh, well, you didn't have to do that, you know." Helga responded, inviting them to sit on the couch.
"Yes we did, Helga. We'd never forgive ourselves if we didn't." Arnold said, in all sincerity. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. Helga jumped up, her stomach churning. She went to answer the door. When she opened it, there was a pretty woman with red hair standing there. She was wearing a black business suit. Helga introduced her as her caseworker, Megan. Arnold and Pheobe both said hello. Megan smiled warmly.
"I'm here to pick up Helga, and bring her to her new home. Are your parents home, Helga?"
"It's not my 'new home'. I'm just going to live there for a little while. BOB, MIRIAM! MEGAN'S HERE! I'M LEAVING NOW! GOODBYE!"
"Of course, Helga. Only for a little while. Aren't you going to wait for a few moments until your parents come into the living room to say goodbye?"
"No. They don't really care, and neither do I." Helga retorted. She turned to Pheobe. "Pheobe, tell everyone at school that I'll be back real soon, okay? I'll see you later, okay? I'll write to you all the time, okay? Pheobe, please don't cry. Please," Helga said, her eyes misty. "Pheobe, I'll call you, and you can tell me what's going on at school, okay?" Pheobe nodded, tears running down her cheeks. Helga dropped her bags and hugged Pheobe. "It'll be alright. I'm not that far away. Maybe I can even come to visit you!" Helga said, looking at Megan. Megan shrugged.
"We'll see, Helga," she said.
"See? Everything's going to be okay. Don't cry." Helga let go of Pheobe, and turned to Arnold. "Hey, Football-Head," she said, smiling at him. He smiled back. "Take care of Pheobe for me, okay?" she asked. Arnold nodded. "It's been fun. I'll write to you too, all right? If you don't write back, I'll pound ya!" Arnold laughed.
"We have to go now, Helga. Do you have everything?" Megan asked. Helga nodded, and turned away.
"Helga!" Arnold said. She turned around, and Arnold hugged her. She stood there for a second, but then hugged him back.
"See ya around, Arnoldo," she whispered into his ear. She let go, and walked out the door, followed by Pheobe and Megan. Arnold also followed. Helga loaded her stuff into the trunk of Megan's green Lexus. She waved goodbye, and climbed into the car. Arnold was surprised to see tears rolling down Helga's face. He waved back. The car's engine started, and Helga turned around in her seat, and waved goodbye to Pheobe and Arnold. Pheobe started to sob, and Arnold felt his throat close, and his vision got blurry. They waved until they could no longer see Megan's car. Arnold saw that neither Miriam, nor Big Bob had come to see their daughter off. Pheobe was still sobbing uncontrollably, and Arnold decided to walk her home. After dropping her off at her house, Arnold walked to the boarding house, and let himself in. He trudged up the stairs, and pulled the string that would let him into his attic room. He walked up the stairs, and pulled the trapdoor back up. He walked into his room, and slammed the door. He opened it again, and he slammed it harder, angry hot tears running down his face. He threw himself onto his bed, and stared out the skylights at the stars. He flipped onto his stomach, and pounded his pillow. When his grandpa came in an hour later, Arnold pretended to be sleeping. Phil sighed, and left.
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There. Chapter 5 for yas! Hope you like it! I know some parts might have been a little OOC, but I tried my best. I feel good. That was the longest chapter so far! Hooray!! Please review if you want more, cuz they give me motivation, and they make me happy. Thanks! And give me some suggestions on maybe what you might like to see in the future chapters, maybe even a *gasp* ~sequel~?
A/N- The address that I used- Please do not try mailing anything there, because it'll just be a waste of a perfectly good postage stamp. I doubt it is real, but if by some freaky incident it *was* real, I don't want people getting mail from people they don't know. I just made it up, any similarity was totally fictitious, and unintentional. BTW, thank you nuh-uh for informing me that Arnold lives on Vine Street! Enough legal mumbo-jumbo, read the fic, dude (or dudette)!
Arnold trudged home. He hadn't meant to upset Helga. He didn't think that the caseworker would make Helga leave her home. He didn't know how far away Helga was moving, or for how long. All he knew was that it was a farm. There usually aren't many farms in a city. He guessed she was moving to a different part of the state. His throat choked up some, and he was surprised. This was Helga Pataki, his lifelong tormentor, not his best friend. But still, he had known her since pre-school. That had to have SOME significance, didn't it? Arnold sighed, and continued walking.
*Helga's room*
Helga looked around her room to see if she got the things that she would need. She couldn't bring everything, of course, but she needed to bring some certain things. She brought the school yearbook from that year, so she wouldn't forget anyone. On an impulse, she opened it. She flipped through the pages until the 4th graders page. Mr. Simmons' class. Mr. Simmons. What a sap. But, she admitted to herself, she would miss him. Just as she would miss all of the others. Curly, Sid, Stinky, Harold, Pheobe, Gerald, Eugene, Arnold. These were the people that made her life what it was. Curly was insane, but he was a nice enough kid, and Sid, he didn't seem to like her much, but he had never been downright nasty to her, Stinky was a country boy that lived in the city, and he hadn't been completely mean to her either. Harold was your typical fat boy. She would miss making fun of him. They always threw their fair share of insults at each other, but nothing really hurtful. Pheobe was her best friend. No matter where Helga was, Pheobe would always be there. Gerald (A.K.A. Tall Hair Boy) never really liked Helga much, but that didn't bother her. He was okay, really, once you got past the fake "coolness" that he put up. Helga knew that Pheobe had a secret crush on him, and she suspected that Gerald felt the same way about Pheobe. Eugene was a jinx. Once he had even tried telling Arnold that Arnold himself was a jinx. He wore socks with his sandals. Who on Earth, Helga wondered, wore socks with thong sandals? Arnold. What was there to say about Arnold? He was a typical nice guy, and he was friends with just about everybody. She would miss him a lot. She had told one person about her secret crush on Arnold. She had only told Pheobe. She ran her fingers over Arnold's picture. She lifted a hand to her face, and discovered her cheek was wet. She closed the yearbook.
***
The next day at school, Arnold walked up to Helga. "Helga? You leave tonight, right? How are you feeling?" he asked. Helga turned around. She looked better today. "Hey Arnold. Yeah, I leave tonight. I'm okay." Helga had told only one person besides Arnold that she was going into foster care. There was only one other person that deserved to know. Pheobe lowered her head at the mention of Helga's leaving. "Helga, can I talk to you for a minute?" Arnold asked.
"Sure, Foot- I mean, Arnold." She followed him to a corner of the school. "Helga, do you know the address of where you're going?" he asked.
"No, I don't know it, Arnold. Sorry. Why do you want to know?" she replied. "I wanted to write to you. I can give you my address, and you can write to me once you get there. I mean, if you want to." Arnold said.
"Maybe I'll do that," Helga replied. Just then the bell rang. All the kids rushed into the P.S.118 school building. Helga sighed. Her last day here. Usually she wasn't sappy about things like this, but she didn't know if she'd ever see it, or any of the people here, ever again.
***
In homeroom, Arnold passed her a slip of paper. It had his address on it. The ink was smudged over his last name, and she couldn't read it.
It read: Arnold
Sunset Arms Boarding House
120 Vine Street
New York, NY
55555
She looked up at him, and smiled. She passed him a slip of paper: Football Head,
Thanks. I'll write to you, but you have to write me back!
He sent her one back.
Helga, you're welcome. I'll definitely will write back to you!
***
That night, just before Helga was getting ready to leave, there was a knock on the door. She ran down the stairs and opened it, expecting to find her caseworker, Megan. Instead of Megan, Arnold and Pheobe were standing there. Helga almost slammed the door in their faces, she was so surprised. She ushered them inside.
"Why are you guys here?" she asked.
"We wanted to see you before you left," Pheobe replied.
" Oh, well, you didn't have to do that, you know." Helga responded, inviting them to sit on the couch.
"Yes we did, Helga. We'd never forgive ourselves if we didn't." Arnold said, in all sincerity. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. Helga jumped up, her stomach churning. She went to answer the door. When she opened it, there was a pretty woman with red hair standing there. She was wearing a black business suit. Helga introduced her as her caseworker, Megan. Arnold and Pheobe both said hello. Megan smiled warmly.
"I'm here to pick up Helga, and bring her to her new home. Are your parents home, Helga?"
"It's not my 'new home'. I'm just going to live there for a little while. BOB, MIRIAM! MEGAN'S HERE! I'M LEAVING NOW! GOODBYE!"
"Of course, Helga. Only for a little while. Aren't you going to wait for a few moments until your parents come into the living room to say goodbye?"
"No. They don't really care, and neither do I." Helga retorted. She turned to Pheobe. "Pheobe, tell everyone at school that I'll be back real soon, okay? I'll see you later, okay? I'll write to you all the time, okay? Pheobe, please don't cry. Please," Helga said, her eyes misty. "Pheobe, I'll call you, and you can tell me what's going on at school, okay?" Pheobe nodded, tears running down her cheeks. Helga dropped her bags and hugged Pheobe. "It'll be alright. I'm not that far away. Maybe I can even come to visit you!" Helga said, looking at Megan. Megan shrugged.
"We'll see, Helga," she said.
"See? Everything's going to be okay. Don't cry." Helga let go of Pheobe, and turned to Arnold. "Hey, Football-Head," she said, smiling at him. He smiled back. "Take care of Pheobe for me, okay?" she asked. Arnold nodded. "It's been fun. I'll write to you too, all right? If you don't write back, I'll pound ya!" Arnold laughed.
"We have to go now, Helga. Do you have everything?" Megan asked. Helga nodded, and turned away.
"Helga!" Arnold said. She turned around, and Arnold hugged her. She stood there for a second, but then hugged him back.
"See ya around, Arnoldo," she whispered into his ear. She let go, and walked out the door, followed by Pheobe and Megan. Arnold also followed. Helga loaded her stuff into the trunk of Megan's green Lexus. She waved goodbye, and climbed into the car. Arnold was surprised to see tears rolling down Helga's face. He waved back. The car's engine started, and Helga turned around in her seat, and waved goodbye to Pheobe and Arnold. Pheobe started to sob, and Arnold felt his throat close, and his vision got blurry. They waved until they could no longer see Megan's car. Arnold saw that neither Miriam, nor Big Bob had come to see their daughter off. Pheobe was still sobbing uncontrollably, and Arnold decided to walk her home. After dropping her off at her house, Arnold walked to the boarding house, and let himself in. He trudged up the stairs, and pulled the string that would let him into his attic room. He walked up the stairs, and pulled the trapdoor back up. He walked into his room, and slammed the door. He opened it again, and he slammed it harder, angry hot tears running down his face. He threw himself onto his bed, and stared out the skylights at the stars. He flipped onto his stomach, and pounded his pillow. When his grandpa came in an hour later, Arnold pretended to be sleeping. Phil sighed, and left.
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There. Chapter 5 for yas! Hope you like it! I know some parts might have been a little OOC, but I tried my best. I feel good. That was the longest chapter so far! Hooray!! Please review if you want more, cuz they give me motivation, and they make me happy. Thanks! And give me some suggestions on maybe what you might like to see in the future chapters, maybe even a *gasp* ~sequel~?