Untitled Chapter 3

The next day, wasn't out of the ordinary much. Well, until Helga got home. For some reason, Arnold was at her house. Helga dropped her books and stared at Anold confused. Arnold saw her and said, "Oh, hey Helga." Helga shook her head and wiped off her look of astonishment and responded,

"What are you doing in my house, Football Head?"

"Arnie here, dropped his papers on our frontyard yesterday as he was walking home. So, he came to pick them up and your mother invited him in." Mr. Potaki told Helga.

"O-oh, well, excuse me, if you need anything, I'll be in my room..um...tata!" Helga ran upstairs. "Arnold?!? In my house???" Helga fell backwards on her bed. "To think, Arnold, the one I love, is in my very own house." A little Helga appeared on her shoulder, call it her conscience.

"Then why aren't YOU down there? Oh brother! What a dope!" said Helga's conscience.

"Yeah, right! By now, we should both know I can't talk to him without insulting him and that football head of his." Helga told herself.

"That's because you're not trying hard enough." came another voice from her window.

"Who said that?" Helga startled. There came Phoebe climbing into her bedroom.

"My god! Phoebe, what are you doing here??"

"I'm sorry, Helga, but no one would let me in through the front door, and I have to tell you soemthing real important."

"That's what phones are for, Phoebe."

"Yes, but I have to show you something."

"What?"

"Do you know your neighbors that well?"

"You mean those freaky ones? No, never cared to. Why?"

"Well, look outside." Helga went to the window.

"Oh my God! Is that...? Why he looks just like Anold, except a little older."

"Yes -"

"No, You don't think...."

"Yes, I know. Haven't you wondered why Arnold has been going there everyday?"

"Um, no never accured to me." Helga said nervously. Helga looked back outside. "How long have they lived there?" asked Helga.

"They just moved in a few weeks ago. Didn't you even know that house was up for sale? I mean, they ARE your next-door neighbors."

"I don't really pay much attention to the world around me." Helga paused. "So that explains it.." Helga said to herself.

Helga and Phoebe went downstairs to look for Arnold. Arnold had already left. Figures. "Oh, hello Phoebe, I didn't see you come in."

"Hello, Mrs. Potaki." said Phoebe. Helga ran to the door to see if Arnold or his parents were outside. They had both left. Helga came back inside, sat at the kitchen table and Phoebe joined. "Is something wrong, hunnie?" asked Mrs. Potaki.

"No.....um...do you know the new neighbors?"

"Um....not really, but I hear they're very nice. The Dumbrowskis, I think."

"Arnold Dumbrowski." Helga said to herself, but apparently her mother heard.

"Yeah! I think that's it! Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Dumbrowski. Yeah. We got some of their mail theother day."

"Arnold Dumbrowski....Jr.?" var yvnContents='http://us.toto.geo.yahoo.com/toto?s=76001074geovisit();