Okay, so I was digging pretty deep here…Kinda sorta different from my other stories…This one is about, well, Arnold, and what he really doesn't know. Lol. It's kinda sad, and he gets his wish and is immensely surprised by its outcome and the results of it… He doesn't realize how important Helga is to him, how important he is to Helga, and how important it is that they met in the first place. So, yeah, it's DEEP. I think it'll be a good one, the idea just popped into my head. So, here it is. I don't wanna give a whole lot away, so to find out what happens, read the story! If you've read my other stories, you probably know that I don't take long to update. So, I'm hoping that'll be the case here! Well, here's the disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER: Hey Arnold doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Craig B. So if you want me to write for Hey Arnold, you're going to have to give Craig a holler hehe…although I doubt that'll be the case. Anywho, this is my story, and if you don't like it, TOUGH! IT'S GOOD DARNIT! I HATE CRITICS! GAAAAAAAAH! Okay, er…hehe…no not really, I'm my own worst critic…what are you still reading this for? You should be reading the story! Go on! Read! Yeesh!
Arnold's Wish
Chapter 1
I felt a spit wad hit the back of my head. Irritated, I swatted the thing out of my hair, not realizing that a snowfall of them were coming out in the process. I turned around and glared.
"Cut it out, Helga!" I snapped, angry.
"What?" she asked innocently, giving a slight cackle and throwing another.
I growled, but kept it to myself.
I'm not an angry person. I don't really get temperamental very often. It's just when I'm with Helga.
At lunch, she purposely tripped me while I was heading towards my seat, knocking me flat on my face-right into my tray of food. The entire room was filled with laughter, led by Helga herself, who was now pointing at me and laughing evilly.
I once again growled and sucked it up.
In the hallway, I was walking to my next class with Gerald, turning a corner, when who do I run into but Helga.
I mentally kicked myself. Why did this always happen?
"Arnold! I mean, watch where you're going, football head!" she hollered at me.
It was always insults with her. The highlight of her day was to bring me down.
I guess I just don't know why.
Maybe she's just mean.
Anger boiled inside of me. Anger? Where did that come from?
I erupted, unaware of my outburst. "NO! I'm TIRED of being bullied and insulted! I'm TIRED of spit wads and trips in the hall! And more than anything I'm tired of YOU! I wish I never met you, Helga!"
What had I just said?!?! No, I would never…I couldn't! That's just not like me. No, even though I was angry with her, even though all of those things are true, I wouldn't say that!
And yet, I had. All eyes were on me, totally baffled. Shocked. Everyone stood in their places, frozen.
Except Helga. She stopped where she was, and turned to face me. To my surprise, there was a hurt look on her face, which she instantly covered up.
Clenched fists, sleeves rolled up, she stomped towards me and stood in my face.
Every word was a pang in my heart. "FINE. I hope you get your wish, Arnoldo. But don't say I didn't warn you, bucko. You shouldn't wish that. You just might get it."
And with that, she disappeared into the crowd, pushing various kids who stood in her way aside.
Now all eyes were on me. It wasn't like me to say something so cruel. To yell at her. To get so angry. Because, really, when I thought about it, I was becoming her.
Embarrassed, ashamed, and reluctantly, I turned my back from the stares and headed to my class. Gerald soon followed after, after awakening from the shock.
As soon as I got to my desk, I rested my head in my hands and groaned, not wanting to live with myself for my wish. Feeling terrible for it.
Because I meant it.
DISCLAIMER: Hey Arnold doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Craig B. So if you want me to write for Hey Arnold, you're going to have to give Craig a holler hehe…although I doubt that'll be the case. Anywho, this is my story, and if you don't like it, TOUGH! IT'S GOOD DARNIT! I HATE CRITICS! GAAAAAAAAH! Okay, er…hehe…no not really, I'm my own worst critic…what are you still reading this for? You should be reading the story! Go on! Read! Yeesh!
Arnold's Wish
Chapter 1
I felt a spit wad hit the back of my head. Irritated, I swatted the thing out of my hair, not realizing that a snowfall of them were coming out in the process. I turned around and glared.
"Cut it out, Helga!" I snapped, angry.
"What?" she asked innocently, giving a slight cackle and throwing another.
I growled, but kept it to myself.
I'm not an angry person. I don't really get temperamental very often. It's just when I'm with Helga.
At lunch, she purposely tripped me while I was heading towards my seat, knocking me flat on my face-right into my tray of food. The entire room was filled with laughter, led by Helga herself, who was now pointing at me and laughing evilly.
I once again growled and sucked it up.
In the hallway, I was walking to my next class with Gerald, turning a corner, when who do I run into but Helga.
I mentally kicked myself. Why did this always happen?
"Arnold! I mean, watch where you're going, football head!" she hollered at me.
It was always insults with her. The highlight of her day was to bring me down.
I guess I just don't know why.
Maybe she's just mean.
Anger boiled inside of me. Anger? Where did that come from?
I erupted, unaware of my outburst. "NO! I'm TIRED of being bullied and insulted! I'm TIRED of spit wads and trips in the hall! And more than anything I'm tired of YOU! I wish I never met you, Helga!"
What had I just said?!?! No, I would never…I couldn't! That's just not like me. No, even though I was angry with her, even though all of those things are true, I wouldn't say that!
And yet, I had. All eyes were on me, totally baffled. Shocked. Everyone stood in their places, frozen.
Except Helga. She stopped where she was, and turned to face me. To my surprise, there was a hurt look on her face, which she instantly covered up.
Clenched fists, sleeves rolled up, she stomped towards me and stood in my face.
Every word was a pang in my heart. "FINE. I hope you get your wish, Arnoldo. But don't say I didn't warn you, bucko. You shouldn't wish that. You just might get it."
And with that, she disappeared into the crowd, pushing various kids who stood in her way aside.
Now all eyes were on me. It wasn't like me to say something so cruel. To yell at her. To get so angry. Because, really, when I thought about it, I was becoming her.
Embarrassed, ashamed, and reluctantly, I turned my back from the stares and headed to my class. Gerald soon followed after, after awakening from the shock.
As soon as I got to my desk, I rested my head in my hands and groaned, not wanting to live with myself for my wish. Feeling terrible for it.
Because I meant it.