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 One Way Ticket
Little did she know, a young woman scientist named Phoebe was also staying in that very hotel. Had Arnold not made that wish, Phoebe and Helga would be best of friends. But he had, and they weren't. Phoebe was eating her dinner; she had called in room service. Suddenly, something motivated her to go to room 305. She got up and walked to the room. Shyly she knocked on the door. A beautiful young lady answered with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hi, I'm sorry. I just… something told me to… this must seem kind of crazy."
"No, it's ok. Do I know you?"
"I don't think so, my name is Phoebe."
"Phoebe! Oh my gosh!" Helga gave Phoebe a big hug.
Phoebe was a little shocked. Who was this girl who was hugging her?
"I don't know you! I'm sorry. Something told me to come here… and I did. But I don't know you."
"Phoebe, I know you don't know me, but you should. Now, your going to think ME crazy, but just listen. Ok I was supposed to know you, but Arnold wished he had never met me, and I never did. But, that also meant I never met you. But I was supposed to and Arnold and I were meant to be!"
"Wow. That is very confusing. You are telling me I should know you, but Arnold wished he had never met you. And so you went back in time and something caused you two to never meet. But you two were meant to be so something is forcing you to be together? Am I anywhere close?"
"Yes! Yes that is it! And since we were supposed to be best friends, I guess fate is pushing us together. Will you help me fix what happened?"
"Hmm, it's a little bizarre but something is telling me to help you, so yes. Ok why don't we go to my hotel room?"
Helga was so ecstatic, even though the fact the girl she just met believed her crazy story was a little out of the ordinary. She followed Phoebe to her room. Phoebe was deep in thought; Helga was hoping she had a fail proof plan.
"Ok. What we need to do is find out how his wish came true. I want you to think about what that day had special about it."
"Hmm ok. It was a Friday, Friday the 13th… Hey! Could that have something to with the wish?"
"It might! Keep thinking."
"Ok. I spilled my drink on Arnold; he was wearing a sweater his Aunt had knitted him. It looked so cute on him! It was my favorite drink, Grape Soda. There was a lightning storm. Then he yelled that he wished he had never met me, and then the lights went out. A bolt of lightning had wiped out the power."
"How are we going to re-enact all of that?"
"Do we have to?"
"Well we aren't sure which event caused the wish to come true so we have to try them all."
"Great. When do we start?"
Arnold was trying to find Helga. He found her name in the phone book. She lived in an apartment. He called up the number, but it was disconnected. Huh, why was her phone disconnected? Then he thought maybe she had gone on vacation. He was a computer wiz so her got online and made a search through every hotel for a Helga G. Pataki. He found one, in L.A. What was Helga doing in L.A.? He dialed the number.
No answer.
Where was Helga? He needed to tell her he believed her. But how was he going to get in touch with her? He called up the nearest Airport.
"One ticket to L.A."
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Hey Arnold not.
1
2 Rhetorical Questions
2.1 What if…
2.1.1 By: Christina
2.1.1.1 One Way Ticket
Little did she know, a young woman scientist named Phoebe was also staying in that very hotel. Had Arnold not made that wish, Phoebe and Helga would be best of friends. But he had, and they weren't. Phoebe was eating her dinner; she had called in room service. Suddenly, something motivated her to go to room 305. She got up and walked to the room. Shyly she knocked on the door. A beautiful young lady answered with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hi, I'm sorry. I just… something told me to… this must seem kind of crazy."
"No, it's ok. Do I know you?"
"I don't think so, my name is Phoebe."
"Phoebe! Oh my gosh!" Helga gave Phoebe a big hug.
Phoebe was a little shocked. Who was this girl who was hugging her?
"I don't know you! I'm sorry. Something told me to come here… and I did. But I don't know you."
"Phoebe, I know you don't know me, but you should. Now, your going to think ME crazy, but just listen. Ok I was supposed to know you, but Arnold wished he had never met me, and I never did. But, that also meant I never met you. But I was supposed to and Arnold and I were meant to be!"
"Wow. That is very confusing. You are telling me I should know you, but Arnold wished he had never met you. And so you went back in time and something caused you two to never meet. But you two were meant to be so something is forcing you to be together? Am I anywhere close?"
"Yes! Yes that is it! And since we were supposed to be best friends, I guess fate is pushing us together. Will you help me fix what happened?"
"Hmm, it's a little bizarre but something is telling me to help you, so yes. Ok why don't we go to my hotel room?"
Helga was so ecstatic, even though the fact the girl she just met believed her crazy story was a little out of the ordinary. She followed Phoebe to her room. Phoebe was deep in thought; Helga was hoping she had a fail proof plan.
"Ok. What we need to do is find out how his wish came true. I want you to think about what that day had special about it."
"Hmm ok. It was a Friday, Friday the 13th… Hey! Could that have something to with the wish?"
"It might! Keep thinking."
"Ok. I spilled my drink on Arnold; he was wearing a sweater his Aunt had knitted him. It looked so cute on him! It was my favorite drink, Grape Soda. There was a lightning storm. Then he yelled that he wished he had never met me, and then the lights went out. A bolt of lightning had wiped out the power."
"How are we going to re-enact all of that?"
"Do we have to?"
"Well we aren't sure which event caused the wish to come true so we have to try them all."
"Great. When do we start?"
Arnold was trying to find Helga. He found her name in the phone book. She lived in an apartment. He called up the number, but it was disconnected. Huh, why was her phone disconnected? Then he thought maybe she had gone on vacation. He was a computer wiz so her got online and made a search through every hotel for a Helga G. Pataki. He found one, in L.A. What was Helga doing in L.A.? He dialed the number.
No answer.
Where was Helga? He needed to tell her he believed her. But how was he going to get in touch with her? He called up the nearest Airport.
"One ticket to L.A."
