"Helga! You were terrific! I had no idea you could sing like that!" said Arnold running up you her.
"Yeah, well, there are lots of thing you don't know about me, Football head! I have talents too, ya know!" Barked Helga.
"Yeah." responded Arnold with a pause. "Yeah, I was wondering, I was planning on going to that diner that just opened up -"
"Oh, the Mark Twain one?"
"Yeah. Well, I was wondering if you'd like to, ya know, go get a bite to eat."
"You mean with you and me? JUST you and me?"
"Sure, if you don't mine....think of it as a celebration on your debut." "Um, ok, sure, Arnold. But don't make it a habit, Football head!" Helga and Arnold walked down to the diner. When they got there, everyone from their school that was at the performance was there. Rhonda ran over.
"Helga, you were great. I had no idea you - " Nadine pushed through.
"Wow, Helga. Could you teach ME to sing like that?" Gerald came through.
"Alright, alright, give the girl some room!" Gerald shouted to them. He turned to Helga. "So....got a manager?" Gerald nudged her. Helga looked around. People were coming at her left ad right. She got more compliments within the next 5 min. than she had gotten in her whole life. Arnold tried to get her to a table. People came up to her, asking for autographs, acting like she was a celebrity. People were acting nicer to her than usual. She looked in a mirror to check to see if it was really Helga who looked back. After a while she was wondering if Arnold was acting nice to her because of her performance too.
"Nah. Arnold's not like that." she thought trying to convince herself. It was a matter of 15 minutes when Arnold realized it was becoming too much for Helga, so he brought her outside trying to make sure no one saw.
"I'm sorry about that, Helga. I didn't know everyone would be there." said Arnold. Helga eyed him carefully.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"You know, acting all nice to me and everything."
"I dunno. I guess I've just seen you in a different light."
"Just like the rest of them." Helga said to herself. Arnold overheard.
"No, not like them. They just think you've changed because you're becoming famous and...." Arnold stopped to think. "...Look, when I saw you up there, I dunno, I really did see you differently. Like, I dunno, like there was this part of you that no one's ever seen before. A part that's been hiden inside you for a long time."
"So, are saying that you're beginning to like me, like me?....um, Becuase that would be gross, Football head! Why would I like you?"
"Well, Helga, maybe I'm wrong, but if that Helga I saw up there is for real, yeah, then I guess I am starting to like like that part of you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"So, you're saying if I were to act, I dunno, nicer to you, and making you feel appriciated and wanted, you'd like me, like me?"
"I guess so, Helga. If you were a bit nicer to people, I'm sure everyone'll start to like you more." Arnold told her. Mr. Simons walked outside toward them.
"Helga, oh, you were so wonderful. I'm so glad you found your special, unique talent."
"Um, yeah. Guess it's alright."
"Well, I spoke to the principal, and he said he would LOVE to have you sing the National Anthem at this year's graduation." Mr. Simon's told Helga. Helga glanced at Arnold.
"Sure." answered Helga.
The Next day, Helga didn't know what to do with herself. She was bored. She looked out the window and knew her life was changing and there was nothing she could do about it. As she was looking outside, she heard a crash in her neighbor's house. All of a sudden, a black cat jumped out the window. Helga thought that was just odd. She was determined to find out what was going on in there. She saw someone pass through the window. She couldn't make out who it was. She heard a car. There was someone in the car. The figure moved out of Helga's site. Within about a minute, she heard the car drive off. She had hoped to get a glimpse of who it was, but failed. After about and hour, she came to the conclusion that no one was home, and decided to take a look around. But only outside of the house. But before she knew it, she saw herself stepping through the front down.
"What kind of person leaves their front door open when they're not home?" Helga thought to herself.
"Hello.....Hello? I'm your neighbor and..." Helga tried to make some contact with someone to check if they were home. No responce. She walked in farther closing the door.
She looked around. The house looked very nice. It just goes to show you, don't judge a book by its cover, because even if it looked like a creepy house from the outside, the inside looked friendly. And the furniture looked pretty expensive. She walked into what seemed to be a bedroom. The walls were painted in lavendar. There was a king-sized bed with the most unique bedspread. There was, oddly, a toilet in the middle of the room. "They must've not finished packing and placing things in the right places." Helga thought.
Helga pondered over the toilet and walked into the kitchen. The counter was turquoise, made of marble. They had about every appliance you could think of. The drawers all had golden handles. She looked around for some kind of pictures or something; something to tell her a little more about these rich, toilet-in-the-middle-of-the-room, possible-Anold's-parents. To her surprise, she did. She walked into this room with pictures everywhere. Only they weren't of Arnold, or anyone that remotely resembled Arnold. She looked at every picture. She couldn't beleive it. She refused to beleive it. Those baby pictures looked a little like Olga.
"But that would mean......"
