"Fooling Arnold"
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Disclaimer: I don't own the show, "Hey Arnold," etc., etc., etc.… I don't even own the Polyjuice Potion, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books.
Author's Notes: This is chapter two readers! Thanks for reading the first chapter. And if you want to e-mail me, then e-mail me! My address is clanara_clear@hotmail.com.
-=Clanara=-
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Chapter 2- Mission Accomplished
Helga told Phoebe her plan.
"You're a genius, Helga," Phoebe squeaked.
Helga smiled at her best friend. When they passed by Arnold's house, she shivered.
'I can't believe to how serious I am,' Helga thought.
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"Hi, Helga," Phoebe said when it is lunch break at P.S.118 at the next day.
"Hello, Phoebe. I—I'm still not sure if I can do it," Helga said, staring at her food, still not touching it.
"Why? You seem excited yesterday and now, you are nervous?" Phoebe asked curiously.
"You're right Phoebe," Helga sighed. "Wish me luck," Helga said, standing up from the table with her tray.
"Good luck, Helga," Phoebe said with a look of bravery in her face.
Helga walked toward Ruth's table.
"Hi, Ruth," Helga said nervously.
"Oh, hi Helga. Sit down, sit down," Ruth said, smiling at her.
Helga sat beside her. They began to eat.
"Nice shoes you got there, Ruth," Helga said, putting her head below the table to see Ruth's shoes. Ruth did the same.
"Oh, this shoes is from my aunt, she works at Hong Kong—" Ruth continued to babble about her shoes.
Helga put her left hand behind her back and made thumbs up for Phoebe.
"—And when she went in to a mall, she saw this shoes then she—ouch!" Phoebe got a hair from Ruth's head. She hid quickly into one corner when Ruth turned her head around.
"Who's that?" Ruth asked Helga.
Helga began to panic so she said quickly, "Uh, maybe it's just a kid that liked your hair and then the kid pulled one to make it for some hair project and then—oh no!" (She said the "Oh no!" with an exaggerated voice.)
"What'sa matter, Helga?" Ruth asked with concern.
"I'm going to miss a class from Mr. Simmons, bye Ruth," She said with a smile.
Helga rushed to the cafeteria door and when she closed it, she saw Phoebe waiting for her in the drinking fountain.
Phoebe has a grin on her face. She gets a really small jar in her pocket and handed it to Helga. Helga examined the jar with a smile and she gave it back to Phoebe. She grinned evilly while rubbing her hands together and said, "Good job, Phoebe. But we're still not finished."
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Hey, football head!" Helga called to Arnold after there class to Mr. Simmons.
"What, Helga?" Arnold asked.
"Ruth said to me at lunch a while ago if you want to hang out with her tomorrow at the ice cream parlor," Helga answered in a cool way.
"Really? What time?" Arnold asked with excitement at his voice.
"Four in the afternoon. If you want, I will tell her for you that you are available," Helga said. She saw Arnold smile at her then she tried to make a grumpy look and said in a grumpy voice, "Football head."
Arnold waved at Helga and went to his best friend, Gerald.
"Mission accomplished," Helga said, beaming at her surroundings.
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Author's Notes: So, did ya guys like it? E-mail or review me and tell me what you think of this I-don't-know-if-it-is-a-good-fic. Thanks for reading! I really, really appreciated it. And hey! I already posted the next chapter. But I'm going to post the finale in a later date but if I received a lot of reviews; I can post it tomorrow if you want. (That's my style; I already posted all of the chapters in one day but the finale is always the late one to make all of you suffer.)
-=Clanara=-
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