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 Tomorrow Came

Friday the 13th. What a lucky day for such a lucky girl. Helga was in a sarcastic mood. She took a cold shower. She felt she was undeserving of a luxurious relaxing shower. She put on an old t-shirt and holey jeans. She slipped on ugly shoes to match her and headed over to Phoebe's hotel room. Phoebe answered and looked just as grim as Helga. They got out the thunder machine, the grape soda, and the sweater and waited for Arnold to come. At about 10:45 he arrived. He looked like shit, they all did. They watched the clock, sitting silently. None spoke. Each was too tired, too depressed. The clock struck 11. They all stood up. Arnold put on his sweater. Helga held the grape soda, opened and ready to pour. Phoebe fired up the machine. It was going to lightning in 5 minutes. They turned off all electrical appliances. Helga moved the soda closer to Arnold. They each close their eyes, unsure of what was to happen.

"Helga. In ten seconds. 10…"

Helga closed her eyes tighter. Arnold tried to make himself really angry with her.

"9"

Phoebe watched her watch closely, making sure that she would call the numbers right.

"8"

"Goodbye football head"

"7"

"Good bye Helga"

"6"

"I love you and always will Arnold"

"5"

"I love you too Helga. Don't you ever forget that."

"4"

Phoebe wiped a tear from her eye. This was so sad.

"3"

Helga threw her soda on Arnold.

"2"

Arnold looked at her furiously.

"1"

"I wish I had never met you!"

"0"

Nothing happened. Phoebe looked at the machine. It had not gone off. She kicked it. Suddenly the room got really dark. They looked outside; the shades were open. Dark clouds were forming.

BOOM!

A lightning bolt hit the ground outside the hotel and everything went black.

Helga woke up and looked around. She was back in the cafeteria of PS 118. Arnold was looking down at her. She had fallen down somehow. Arnold held out his hand to help her up.

"Back off Football head. I don't need any help from YOU."

He shrugged his shoulders.

Helga walked away. What was with him anyhow? Always trying to help her. Yes, she loved him. She turned to corner and pulled out her locket. Phoebe walked up beside her and Helga put away the locket fast.

"What do you want Pheebs? Come on lets go back to the classroom."

They walked away. Neither remembered the events that had happened as a result of the wish.



Arnold was standing in the middle of the cafeteria. He watched Helga walk away. That girl. Did she remember? He couldn't believe it worked. He looked at the grape soda stain and smiled. She didn't remember. So he had the ball in his court. He knew that Helga G. Pataki loved him… and that he loved her. Someday…

"Come on Arnold my man. That Helga G. Pataki sure is one piece of work,"

Arnold silently agreed. She was. One fantastic piece of work.