1 Rhetorical Questions

1.1 What if…



1.1.1 By: Christina

1.1.1.1 So What If Fate Is On Our Side?

Arnold stepped out of the airport and hailed a cab. He told him to go to the same hotel Helga was staying in. He walked in and tried to book the closest room to the one she was staying in. He grabbed his key and walked to his room. He saw Helga's room number and was tempted to see her. He wasn't sure how she'd react.

After all, they didn't leave on good notes. Plus, he had just figured out he had done something. He had somehow made a wish that came true and that had made so many changes. He couldn't even begin to think about what he had done. Somehow he was going to fix it. But right now he was going to get some sleep. He needed to be well rested for the long conversation he was most likely going to have with Helga.



Helga tossed and turned in her sleep. The stress of trying to reproduce the scene of when Arnold made the wish was wearing her out. She needed a break, but she couldn't really rest until it was over and done and she was back in PS 118. A knock at her door woke her up. She walked over to the mirror and made sure she was presentable.

She opened the door.

Arnold stood three feet in front of her, looking very sheepish.

"Arnold- what are you doing here? I thought I was just some crazy girl to you. Do you believe me?"

"Helga, yes. I believe you. After you left, I did think you were crazy and I was looking forward to never seeing you again. But that night, I had a dream. You were right, and now I want to say I'm sorry and I want to help you."

"Well come in. We have a lot of catching up to do."



After hours and hours of explaining the plan and catching up, Helga and Arnold were ready to confront Phoebe with newfound information.

They stepped out the front door to find a package sitting there.

"The sweater!" Helga exclaimed.

She picked it up and ripped it open furiously. She lifted her prize into the air and smiled at Arnold. She put it on him and stepped back.

"Hmm… I think it's a little small."

Arnold looked at Helga with a pursed look on his face. The sleeves were around his elbow and the bottom was at his waist. His football shaped head had stretched out the neck, making the neck sag around his neck.

Helga stifled a laugh and led him to Phoebe's room, tears streaming down her face from holding in her laughter.



A knock at Phoebe's door awakened her from her slumber. She combed her hair quickly and stumbled to the door.

"Helga? Arnold!? Come in come in! How- where- why-"

"Well it's a long story Phoebe, but it turns out he believes me now. Maybe we can reverse this wish soon."

"Yes, we only have a few more days, it is Wednesday. Ok, I have my machine up and running. I have programmed one lightning bolt to hit the power source, which will shut off the power in the entire hotel. Ok, have you come up with any other factors?"

"What about the time the wish occurred? I know it was made during lunch, which in PS118 was from 11 to 11:30. Also we wondered if Arnold would have to be in the same mood as he was at the time of the wish."

"I'm sure it wouldn't hurt. Anything else?"

"No I think that is it. Well I guess we are done with planning. We are free." Phoebe said with a tiny giggle.

Arnold laughed nervously.

"So Phoebe, what do you plan on doing for the rest of the day?" Helga asked.

"Sleep" Phoebe replied, adding a yawn for effect.

"Ok, then we'll get out of your hair." Arnold said, leading Helga out with an arm around her waist.

The sound of the door shutting told Phoebe it was ok to go back to her comfy bed.



Arnold walked out the door, and then pulled his arm away. He didn't know why he was all of a sudden getting so friendly with her. But there was something about her that drew him to her. He looked at her, deep into her blue eyes. He got lost in them, losing track of all time. He moved closer and she moved closer- but he pulled away.

"I've got to go… unpack. Bye"

He ran off to his room and unlocked the door so fast you'd think a rabid rabbit was chasing him.