ATTN: Ahh, the final piece to the story. Of course, I could write a prequel or a sequel. If ANYONE wants to read more about Helga's past or present, please e-mail me or tell me in a review. I'm not sure whether I should talk about what happened in the past or what will happen. Either way, you'll learn more. Thanks to those who have gotten this far in my story.
Note: Ok, to all the wiccans out there, I have something to say. This has no relation to us. Us, yes, I'm a wiccan too. A lot of what happens I just made up. This story isn't meant to be real. The Hey Arnold universe isn't real and so I though I should just make something up instead of using real facts. Sometimes all witches aren't nice. WAKE UP! There are GOOD witches, and then there are BAD witches. There's more GOOD then BAD but there are bad ones out there. Riska was made to be one of the bad ones. I wasn't talking about all witches to be bad. Ye Gods.
And let the show continue...
~*~
I awoke in my bed. The sun was shining through the window and a bird chirped on the tree outside my window. I shuffled out of bed, opened my window, and shooed the bird away. "Honey, breakfast is ready," my mom yelled from the kitchen.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I responded. "Keep your socks on. Could I have a moment's peace in the morning?" After I changed into my usual clothes and admired my altar of the one I love, I ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen.
I hurried to grab my book bag and my lunch. Then I headed out the door. Oh great, Miriam forgot to pack my lunch.
~*~
When I reached my seat next to Phoebe, I tossed my book bag next to the metal seat and sat down. The bell rang and Mr. Simmons began, "Ok class, settle down now. Harold, don't throw paper airplanes. Sid, please sit down," once everything was in order he started again, "Now then, lets begin class. There's one desk empty. That's odd... Who's missing today?"
The class looked around the room, finding that everyone was here today. No one had a clue why there was an extra desk. How unusual. Wait a minute. Didn't we have a visitor not too long ago? I think it was a girl. Now, what was her name? Hmm, I don't even remember what she looked like. All well. Not that I really cared or anything.
"Must be an extra desk the custodian left here," spoke Mr. Simmons. And at that, the discussion of the extra desk left the thoughts of the students.
~*~
James POV
~*~
As I sat in my car, I stared into the open window into Hel's classroom. She doesn't remember. None of them do. This is how it should be, right? Then how come I feel so lonely? I sighed. Things may never be the same again. In the end, Riska found Hel. I just wished it could have been me. No matter what happens, I'll stay here with you Hel. I'll protect you no matter what happens to us. I love you, and I always will.
I started the engine and drove away, knowing Hel could live a normal life without me.
centerbThe End/b/center
Note: Ok, to all the wiccans out there, I have something to say. This has no relation to us. Us, yes, I'm a wiccan too. A lot of what happens I just made up. This story isn't meant to be real. The Hey Arnold universe isn't real and so I though I should just make something up instead of using real facts. Sometimes all witches aren't nice. WAKE UP! There are GOOD witches, and then there are BAD witches. There's more GOOD then BAD but there are bad ones out there. Riska was made to be one of the bad ones. I wasn't talking about all witches to be bad. Ye Gods.
And let the show continue...
~*~
I awoke in my bed. The sun was shining through the window and a bird chirped on the tree outside my window. I shuffled out of bed, opened my window, and shooed the bird away. "Honey, breakfast is ready," my mom yelled from the kitchen.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I responded. "Keep your socks on. Could I have a moment's peace in the morning?" After I changed into my usual clothes and admired my altar of the one I love, I ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen.
I hurried to grab my book bag and my lunch. Then I headed out the door. Oh great, Miriam forgot to pack my lunch.
~*~
When I reached my seat next to Phoebe, I tossed my book bag next to the metal seat and sat down. The bell rang and Mr. Simmons began, "Ok class, settle down now. Harold, don't throw paper airplanes. Sid, please sit down," once everything was in order he started again, "Now then, lets begin class. There's one desk empty. That's odd... Who's missing today?"
The class looked around the room, finding that everyone was here today. No one had a clue why there was an extra desk. How unusual. Wait a minute. Didn't we have a visitor not too long ago? I think it was a girl. Now, what was her name? Hmm, I don't even remember what she looked like. All well. Not that I really cared or anything.
"Must be an extra desk the custodian left here," spoke Mr. Simmons. And at that, the discussion of the extra desk left the thoughts of the students.
~*~
James POV
~*~
As I sat in my car, I stared into the open window into Hel's classroom. She doesn't remember. None of them do. This is how it should be, right? Then how come I feel so lonely? I sighed. Things may never be the same again. In the end, Riska found Hel. I just wished it could have been me. No matter what happens, I'll stay here with you Hel. I'll protect you no matter what happens to us. I love you, and I always will.
I started the engine and drove away, knowing Hel could live a normal life without me.
centerbThe End/b/center