As You Like It
Disclaimer/Summary: I don't own Hey Arnold, blah blah blah. This story is based on William Shakespeare's "As You Like It" which is a great play. (I am also putting it into modern day English so it's easier to read). The kids are now about 18. I know the actual story is a little far fetched.
1 Helga walked down the street, cold and alone, sobbing silently. She had just gotten news that her father had led the police to a black market for beepers run by Bob's key competitor. The witness protection program had told them they would need to move and take up new identities. Helga was heartbroken. 'How will I ever see Arnold and tell him how I feel?' they were being forced to leave this very night. Apparently the man running the black market had many associates that could do harm to the Pataki household.
Helga's new name was now Haley Patterson. Bob was Bill, Miriam was Martha and Olga was Olivia. To throw off the hit men, they also got a cat, because everyone knew that Bob was violently allergic to animals. Once during a live talk show, the host had brought out a dog, since her next guest had been a veterinarian. Bob ran out of the studio faster than anything but that dog. He had ended up in the hospital for a couple of days with a severe allergic reaction. They were moving to the other side of town, living in their own house in an actual neighborhood. Helga would now be going to P.S. 113, making all new friends. If she could actually do it. She had completely forgotten how to be nice to anyone besides Phoebe, and the occasionally Arnold.
Arnold. She wouldn't see him again. Ever. This new realization ripped her heart into shreds and she collapsed on the sidewalk in front of the city park, weeping. "I'll never tell him that I love him or that I live just for him. All these years and I haven't said it. Now when I finally have the courage, I can't. Life is ironic that way."
She heard footsteps behind her and got up, hurriedly wiping her eyes, making no difference whatsoever.
"Helga?" It was the one person that Helga had wished wouldn't show up. It was Arnold. Now he would ask all sorts of questions, and in her present state she couldn't put up a good defense.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
'Here they come. 20 questions. And I can't lie.' She thought.
"Arnold...I.I.I'm moving away."
Disclaimer/Summary: I don't own Hey Arnold, blah blah blah. This story is based on William Shakespeare's "As You Like It" which is a great play. (I am also putting it into modern day English so it's easier to read). The kids are now about 18. I know the actual story is a little far fetched.
1 Helga walked down the street, cold and alone, sobbing silently. She had just gotten news that her father had led the police to a black market for beepers run by Bob's key competitor. The witness protection program had told them they would need to move and take up new identities. Helga was heartbroken. 'How will I ever see Arnold and tell him how I feel?' they were being forced to leave this very night. Apparently the man running the black market had many associates that could do harm to the Pataki household.
Helga's new name was now Haley Patterson. Bob was Bill, Miriam was Martha and Olga was Olivia. To throw off the hit men, they also got a cat, because everyone knew that Bob was violently allergic to animals. Once during a live talk show, the host had brought out a dog, since her next guest had been a veterinarian. Bob ran out of the studio faster than anything but that dog. He had ended up in the hospital for a couple of days with a severe allergic reaction. They were moving to the other side of town, living in their own house in an actual neighborhood. Helga would now be going to P.S. 113, making all new friends. If she could actually do it. She had completely forgotten how to be nice to anyone besides Phoebe, and the occasionally Arnold.
Arnold. She wouldn't see him again. Ever. This new realization ripped her heart into shreds and she collapsed on the sidewalk in front of the city park, weeping. "I'll never tell him that I love him or that I live just for him. All these years and I haven't said it. Now when I finally have the courage, I can't. Life is ironic that way."
She heard footsteps behind her and got up, hurriedly wiping her eyes, making no difference whatsoever.
"Helga?" It was the one person that Helga had wished wouldn't show up. It was Arnold. Now he would ask all sorts of questions, and in her present state she couldn't put up a good defense.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
'Here they come. 20 questions. And I can't lie.' She thought.
"Arnold...I.I.I'm moving away."