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"Married"
Chapter 1
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A sunny day at P.S. 118 found all the students in Mr. Simmons' fourth grade class chattering away excitedly. Rhonda was telling Nadine about her summer in France. Helga was daydreaming, and occasionally scribbling in her little pink book. Phoebe was trying out her new chemistry set, while Gerald was recounting another urban legend for Arnold. Harold was whining about how hungry he was, as Sid and Stinky were pointing and laughing at Eugene, who had somehow
gotten his hair caught in the pencil sharpener.
Mr. Simmons walked into the classroom.
"Um, hello class, please settle down now," he said. The class eventually quieted down.
Mr. Simmons smiled. "Now class, I have a very special assignment for you today. I will assign you to a partner, and for a week, you will be married! Doesn't that sound wonderful?" The whole class groaned.
"Married?" grumbled Harold. "I don't want to be married to a girl!"
"Yeah," said Sid, "can't we do something else?"
"Now class," said Mr. Simmons, looking a little disheartened, "this will be a good learning experience for all of you..."
"Aw man!" said Gerald. "That never means anything good!"
"All right, class," said Mr. Simmons hastily. "Here are your partners..." He picked up a piece of paper and began to read. "Gerald is with Phoebe..."
The two looked at each other shyly and exchanged small smiles.
"Sheena with Eugene...Stinky with Lila...Helga with Arnold..."
"Arnold!" Helga sighed dreamily, pulling out her locket and gazing at his picture. "Oh Arnold my love, married! The one chance to live out my girlhood dreams! The chance for you to look past my facade and see me not as a tyrant, but as a caring, poetic girl with fears and hopes and dreams! Perhaps this time I will tell you my true feelings!"
She paused, hearing a wheezing behind her. Without bothering to turn around, she socked Brainy in the face, knocking him out.
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Mr. Simmons, luckily, did not see any of this, as he was on the other side of the room helping Eugene untangle his hair from the pencil sharpener. Meanwhile, Arnold and Gerald were discussing the assignment.
"Man, Arnold, you're always getting stuck with Helga! If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was putting you two together on purpose."
"Yeah," said Arnold. He glanced at Helga, who was sitting at her desk, wearing a very dazed look. "Well, maybe it won't be so bad-Helga can be kinda nice when she wants to."
Gerald shook his head. "If you say so, Arnold." They were suddenly distracted by Curly, who had taken the opportunity of Mr. Simmons' lack of attention to begin tearing books and throwing them out of the window. Mr. Simmons' came rushing over.
"Now Curly-please don't do that-we need those books-"
Curly only screeched maniacally with laughter, as he continued to turn pages into confetti.
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Once Mr. Simmons had gotten the class under control, he continued explaining the assignment.
"You will spend time at each other's houses, get to know each other's families, and do at least one activity together that a couple might do, such as shopping. After a week, you will present to the class how well you found you did as a married couple. Doesn't that sound wonderful, class?"
Just then, the bell rang, and the mass of grumbling students quickly left the classroom.
Outside, Helga was complaining to Phoebe.
"Crimeny! I can't believe this, Pheebs. We have to go over to each other's houses?"
"You know, Helga," said Phoebe, "I think it will be quite interesting to go to Gerald's house and meet his family. You may find you'll think the same thing."
"It's not that, Pheebs," said Helga indignantly, "I just don't want Arnold to be in my house for too long." Seeing concern on Phoebe's face, Helga suddenly got defensive and said, "Aw, what do I care? I just don't want the stupid football head touching all my stuff!"
And with that, she stormed off.
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Arnold arrived home after playing a game of baseball in Gerald Field, and went up to his room. He grabbed his remote control, and turned on his lights and some quiet music. He picked up the phone and called the Pataki's. He heard Big Bob answer.
"Hello?" Bob growled. "This had better be good, Maurice, I was in the middle of watching my new beeper commercial..."
"Uh, Mr. Pataki? This is Arnold, can I talk to Helga please?"
"What?" said Bob. "Oh, sure."
"Hey Olga!" Arnold could hear Big Bob yelling upstairs, and then faintly heard, "It's Helga, Dad!"
"Oh, well your little friend Alfred is on the phone!" he yelled.
"Arnold?" Helga jumped up from her bed with a start and dropped her book of poetry to the floor. She picked up the phone and tentatively said, "Hello?"
"Hi Helga? It's Arnold."
"Oh, hi, football head."
"Hi, um, I was wondering, I know we have to do this project, I was wondering if you could come over to my house tomorrow morning, and then we can go over to your house later on."
"Sure, Arnoldo, that sounds fine."
"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow Helga."
"See ya, Arnold." Helga picked up her book of poetry and flopped back onto her bed.
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Please let me know what you think. I'm trying to get them to stay in character. Chapter 2 will be up soon!
"Married"
Chapter 1
**********
A sunny day at P.S. 118 found all the students in Mr. Simmons' fourth grade class chattering away excitedly. Rhonda was telling Nadine about her summer in France. Helga was daydreaming, and occasionally scribbling in her little pink book. Phoebe was trying out her new chemistry set, while Gerald was recounting another urban legend for Arnold. Harold was whining about how hungry he was, as Sid and Stinky were pointing and laughing at Eugene, who had somehow
gotten his hair caught in the pencil sharpener.
Mr. Simmons walked into the classroom.
"Um, hello class, please settle down now," he said. The class eventually quieted down.
Mr. Simmons smiled. "Now class, I have a very special assignment for you today. I will assign you to a partner, and for a week, you will be married! Doesn't that sound wonderful?" The whole class groaned.
"Married?" grumbled Harold. "I don't want to be married to a girl!"
"Yeah," said Sid, "can't we do something else?"
"Now class," said Mr. Simmons, looking a little disheartened, "this will be a good learning experience for all of you..."
"Aw man!" said Gerald. "That never means anything good!"
"All right, class," said Mr. Simmons hastily. "Here are your partners..." He picked up a piece of paper and began to read. "Gerald is with Phoebe..."
The two looked at each other shyly and exchanged small smiles.
"Sheena with Eugene...Stinky with Lila...Helga with Arnold..."
"Arnold!" Helga sighed dreamily, pulling out her locket and gazing at his picture. "Oh Arnold my love, married! The one chance to live out my girlhood dreams! The chance for you to look past my facade and see me not as a tyrant, but as a caring, poetic girl with fears and hopes and dreams! Perhaps this time I will tell you my true feelings!"
She paused, hearing a wheezing behind her. Without bothering to turn around, she socked Brainy in the face, knocking him out.
**********
Mr. Simmons, luckily, did not see any of this, as he was on the other side of the room helping Eugene untangle his hair from the pencil sharpener. Meanwhile, Arnold and Gerald were discussing the assignment.
"Man, Arnold, you're always getting stuck with Helga! If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was putting you two together on purpose."
"Yeah," said Arnold. He glanced at Helga, who was sitting at her desk, wearing a very dazed look. "Well, maybe it won't be so bad-Helga can be kinda nice when she wants to."
Gerald shook his head. "If you say so, Arnold." They were suddenly distracted by Curly, who had taken the opportunity of Mr. Simmons' lack of attention to begin tearing books and throwing them out of the window. Mr. Simmons' came rushing over.
"Now Curly-please don't do that-we need those books-"
Curly only screeched maniacally with laughter, as he continued to turn pages into confetti.
**********
Once Mr. Simmons had gotten the class under control, he continued explaining the assignment.
"You will spend time at each other's houses, get to know each other's families, and do at least one activity together that a couple might do, such as shopping. After a week, you will present to the class how well you found you did as a married couple. Doesn't that sound wonderful, class?"
Just then, the bell rang, and the mass of grumbling students quickly left the classroom.
Outside, Helga was complaining to Phoebe.
"Crimeny! I can't believe this, Pheebs. We have to go over to each other's houses?"
"You know, Helga," said Phoebe, "I think it will be quite interesting to go to Gerald's house and meet his family. You may find you'll think the same thing."
"It's not that, Pheebs," said Helga indignantly, "I just don't want Arnold to be in my house for too long." Seeing concern on Phoebe's face, Helga suddenly got defensive and said, "Aw, what do I care? I just don't want the stupid football head touching all my stuff!"
And with that, she stormed off.
**********
Arnold arrived home after playing a game of baseball in Gerald Field, and went up to his room. He grabbed his remote control, and turned on his lights and some quiet music. He picked up the phone and called the Pataki's. He heard Big Bob answer.
"Hello?" Bob growled. "This had better be good, Maurice, I was in the middle of watching my new beeper commercial..."
"Uh, Mr. Pataki? This is Arnold, can I talk to Helga please?"
"What?" said Bob. "Oh, sure."
"Hey Olga!" Arnold could hear Big Bob yelling upstairs, and then faintly heard, "It's Helga, Dad!"
"Oh, well your little friend Alfred is on the phone!" he yelled.
"Arnold?" Helga jumped up from her bed with a start and dropped her book of poetry to the floor. She picked up the phone and tentatively said, "Hello?"
"Hi Helga? It's Arnold."
"Oh, hi, football head."
"Hi, um, I was wondering, I know we have to do this project, I was wondering if you could come over to my house tomorrow morning, and then we can go over to your house later on."
"Sure, Arnoldo, that sounds fine."
"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow Helga."
"See ya, Arnold." Helga picked up her book of poetry and flopped back onto her bed.
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Please let me know what you think. I'm trying to get them to stay in character. Chapter 2 will be up soon!