Old chapter, made new.
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Hey Arnold not.
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2 Rhetorical Questions
2.1 What if…
2.1.1 By: Christina
2.1.1.1 "Man of Her Dreams"
The next day was the longest day Helga had ever endured. She was so nervous about meeting her longtime e-mail pal. She smoothed her white dress and put the rose in her hair. It was almost 6 o'clock. She walked into the shop and saw that man with the funny shaped head. He was wearing a blue shirt with khaki pants on. A rose was on the table in front of him.
"The man from the elevator… that was him?"
She walked over. He was very cute, he had these green eyes with such intensity they almost burned a hole through her. His blonde hair was sticking up in a cute way, he reminded her of someone. It was the man of her dreams.
Arnold stared at the woman in front of him. She had blonde hair that flowed around her shoulders. The sun shone on her and she looked like an angel. Her blue eyes glistened in the light, and she was… curvaceous. He sighed. She was the girl from his dreams.
They stared at each other, each knowing they were meant to be. But there was something else familiar about them- something they couldn't place.
Arnold was the first to speak.
"I know you- from somewhere."
"You're the man in my dream… but I think I know you from somewhere else too. This is driving me crazy."
They stared some more.
Helga was so confused. She knew the only place she had ever seen him was now and in her dreams, yet these images kept flashing through her mind. A young boy with a blue hat… a young girl with a raised fists… so many images.
~~Flashback~~
Helga stood in front of Arnold, him radiating anger. She had accidentally spilled her drink on him, but it was one too many times.
"Helga, even since I met you I've been tormented, yelled at, and tortured by you. And as far as know I have done nothing. Why do you hate me so? You know what Helga; I wish I had never met you.
~~End Flashback~~
Helga gasped, that is why he was so familiar.
"Arnold… you… you… I'm sorry!"
"What- how did you know my name?"
"Arnold, I love you."
"How can you say that? You don't even know me. Listen, you're kind of scaring me I just wanted to talk about our dreams!"
"About my dream, I know why you and I have been having it. Ok, this is going to sound a little strange so just bear with me. Ok, we were in the 4th grade together-"
"No we weren't."
"Just wait. Ok I had been teasing you and then accidentally spilled my drink on you. You got angry, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. I tried to apologize but you wouldn't hear it. You wished you had never met me… and it came true. We lived our lives as if we had never met, but you and I Arnold, we are meant to be. That's why we've been having the dreams! Because fate wants us to be together."
Arnold just shook his head; this girl was psycho.
"Sorry, but I don't think you are right. Just… leave me alone ok? I'm not in the mood for silly games like these."
Arnold got up and walked away.
Helga held her head in her hands as the tears flowed onto the rose that Arnold had left behind. How was it that he always hurt her so?
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Hey Arnold not.
1
2 Rhetorical Questions
2.1 What if…
2.1.1 By: Christina
2.1.1.1 "Man of Her Dreams"
The next day was the longest day Helga had ever endured. She was so nervous about meeting her longtime e-mail pal. She smoothed her white dress and put the rose in her hair. It was almost 6 o'clock. She walked into the shop and saw that man with the funny shaped head. He was wearing a blue shirt with khaki pants on. A rose was on the table in front of him.
"The man from the elevator… that was him?"
She walked over. He was very cute, he had these green eyes with such intensity they almost burned a hole through her. His blonde hair was sticking up in a cute way, he reminded her of someone. It was the man of her dreams.
Arnold stared at the woman in front of him. She had blonde hair that flowed around her shoulders. The sun shone on her and she looked like an angel. Her blue eyes glistened in the light, and she was… curvaceous. He sighed. She was the girl from his dreams.
They stared at each other, each knowing they were meant to be. But there was something else familiar about them- something they couldn't place.
Arnold was the first to speak.
"I know you- from somewhere."
"You're the man in my dream… but I think I know you from somewhere else too. This is driving me crazy."
They stared some more.
Helga was so confused. She knew the only place she had ever seen him was now and in her dreams, yet these images kept flashing through her mind. A young boy with a blue hat… a young girl with a raised fists… so many images.
~~Flashback~~
Helga stood in front of Arnold, him radiating anger. She had accidentally spilled her drink on him, but it was one too many times.
"Helga, even since I met you I've been tormented, yelled at, and tortured by you. And as far as know I have done nothing. Why do you hate me so? You know what Helga; I wish I had never met you.
~~End Flashback~~
Helga gasped, that is why he was so familiar.
"Arnold… you… you… I'm sorry!"
"What- how did you know my name?"
"Arnold, I love you."
"How can you say that? You don't even know me. Listen, you're kind of scaring me I just wanted to talk about our dreams!"
"About my dream, I know why you and I have been having it. Ok, this is going to sound a little strange so just bear with me. Ok, we were in the 4th grade together-"
"No we weren't."
"Just wait. Ok I had been teasing you and then accidentally spilled my drink on you. You got angry, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. I tried to apologize but you wouldn't hear it. You wished you had never met me… and it came true. We lived our lives as if we had never met, but you and I Arnold, we are meant to be. That's why we've been having the dreams! Because fate wants us to be together."
Arnold just shook his head; this girl was psycho.
"Sorry, but I don't think you are right. Just… leave me alone ok? I'm not in the mood for silly games like these."
Arnold got up and walked away.
Helga held her head in her hands as the tears flowed onto the rose that Arnold had left behind. How was it that he always hurt her so?
