This chapter is so sad! I can't believe I wrote that! Jeez! What is it with me? Me and my sensitivity! Lol! Okay, well, just thought I'd mention, I just now wrote that poem-it is entirely mine. Muahahaha! Anywho, this is SOO sweet, and just proof that, despite the fact that they never met, Helga is still in love with Arnold, and she has (apparently) just figured it out. You'll figure it out in the poem. You will all love this.
Chapter 8
The light ascended, leaving me once again amidst the classroom. Mr. Simmons was talking about the annual poetry contest, getting ready to declare the winner.
With a strange look on his face, he announced it.
"And the winner this year-Helga Pataki!"
I saw Helga slump in her chair, trying to hide the stares. Finally, at least, she was acknowledged for something.
Mr. Simmons continued. "Helga's poem is titled 'Distant'.
"I gaze into a clouded sky,
And watch as days just pass me by.
Unaware that you are there,
Trembling in my dark despair.
You're all I love and all I know,
From rain to heat and hail to snow.
I wonder why you never care,
Or why you never saw me there.
And even though you have no clue,
For all my life I'm loving you."
The class was silent, and Mr. Simmons went to tears. I had to admit, I myself was surprised that this was written by Helga, even though it was another Helga. Deep down, it was the same Helga all along.
And then, I was transported back. I was now back in my familiar room, and the light reappeared. I stared at the woman, who was now smiling at me, proud of my progress.
"So, what now?" I asked, anxious. I didn't want to return to that world. Didn't want my wish to come true. And now all that was left was her answer.
She laughed, a good, hearty laugh.
"Now you go back to where you began. And, hopefully, you'll have learned something. I never had any intentions of making your wish a reality. You need to think before you say something, though, Arnold. You never know how much your words will effect a person--even if it is someone you don't think cares."
I looked down at my hands, fidgeting. I was still uncertain of what she wanted to do.
It was like she read my mind. She smiled. "Just follow your heart, Arnold. Follow your instincts. They've worked for you so far. Just rely on that and you'll be fine. Never forget, Arnold."
And then, the light faded and she was gone.
Chapter 8
The light ascended, leaving me once again amidst the classroom. Mr. Simmons was talking about the annual poetry contest, getting ready to declare the winner.
With a strange look on his face, he announced it.
"And the winner this year-Helga Pataki!"
I saw Helga slump in her chair, trying to hide the stares. Finally, at least, she was acknowledged for something.
Mr. Simmons continued. "Helga's poem is titled 'Distant'.
"I gaze into a clouded sky,
And watch as days just pass me by.
Unaware that you are there,
Trembling in my dark despair.
You're all I love and all I know,
From rain to heat and hail to snow.
I wonder why you never care,
Or why you never saw me there.
And even though you have no clue,
For all my life I'm loving you."
The class was silent, and Mr. Simmons went to tears. I had to admit, I myself was surprised that this was written by Helga, even though it was another Helga. Deep down, it was the same Helga all along.
And then, I was transported back. I was now back in my familiar room, and the light reappeared. I stared at the woman, who was now smiling at me, proud of my progress.
"So, what now?" I asked, anxious. I didn't want to return to that world. Didn't want my wish to come true. And now all that was left was her answer.
She laughed, a good, hearty laugh.
"Now you go back to where you began. And, hopefully, you'll have learned something. I never had any intentions of making your wish a reality. You need to think before you say something, though, Arnold. You never know how much your words will effect a person--even if it is someone you don't think cares."
I looked down at my hands, fidgeting. I was still uncertain of what she wanted to do.
It was like she read my mind. She smiled. "Just follow your heart, Arnold. Follow your instincts. They've worked for you so far. Just rely on that and you'll be fine. Never forget, Arnold."
And then, the light faded and she was gone.