HA HA HA!!!
Fact: I have never seen the valentine special with Cecile, so, if my story seems similar to that, it's not intentional. Also, I must say, I own very little except for Julian, he's mine, well, not precisely. He seems (unintentionally) very much like Julian from Cardcaptors (Card Captor Sakura). Oops.
~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~
Helga departed from the edge. No one was near her, who would be? Phoebe became popular she became just average, she wasn't here, who else would be at the grade ahead's graduation? Helga would be, she graduated a year early. She was familiar with a few people, including a black haired boy named Julian. But he was talking with Rhonda. "Arnold, I have something to tell you," Helga said. He followed her away from his circle of friends. She turned and faced him, lowering her eyes. Why? Everything is past, you can let it all go, no one needs know. That was history, you can let the past be. You don't have to bring up a touchy subject.
"Helga," Arnold protested, looking quizzical. She led him to a maple tree in front schoolyard. She swung around to face him. Helga worshiped his beauty, his bright blue eyes, his springy (at the neatest times) yellowish hair, even his oddly shaped head, one that was more wide than tall. He ran his fingers through his hair. He waited for an explanation. He IS beautiful, even if that is the only positive thing I notice anymore. I don't like him like I used to. I could have let this all be. It was a silly childhood crush. I can't turn back now though, I mean I took him hear out of hearing, and it would sound stupid if I said something like, ''I wanted to say that'll miss you, after knowing you all my life." That would be really stupid, I might as well then. I'm graduating a year before everyone else. That strange British boy or at least that was what I used to think of him, he is across the field talking to a black haired woman, a pretty black haired woman. Is that Rhonda, why is she here? I thought she had to do something, or maybe that's because she never has time. I don't know what she does, but she's always doing something. If she were here, then she'd be the only other person my age. Well, the only female. Arnold is here.
Helga hastily added, "I loved you. I don't anymore; you were blind to my adoration. I gave up." Arnold grabbed her arm before she could depart to the road. She swung around, facing him. It was her turn to feel puzzlement. She raised her blue eyes up to meet his, and they widened. She wove her long yellow between her fingers, and then letting the strand fall to join the other hairs, falling loose on her back. He took both her hands, and looked into her face.
"I think I once did too. I was blind though, I never realized, all those unexplainable episodes . . ." Helga ran, pushing her graduation robe above her knees, leaving a small indentation where she spun to leave. She didn't stay to hear him finish his sentence; she didn't want to, she knew it'd make her cry. I ruined my graduation, and then left Arnold a year to think about it too. Lucky me. I shouldn't have tried to be a year ahead in everything. I shouldn't have told him.
~~~~~~~End of Acid Reflux~~~~~~~
Well, I dunno how long the next chapter will come. I don't care if you review (well, I DO, but I mean I won't effect the story or me much. Unless . . . you critique it. I like criticism). So do whatever, it's a fourth rewrite, so one more rewrite can't hurt. Well, hello person who is reading this. This is stupid, so you don't hafta. You don't hafta read it. This little commentary is useless. HA ha ha!
