HEY HELGA!
DISCLAIMER: These characters aren't mine. You know that, don't you?!
*~*~ Chapter 1: Helga doesn't feel herself ~*~* Dear Diary,
This is Helga.I have moved on to fifth grade! Anyway, I know it is soo not me to write in a dinky diary, but I must have something to express myself. I can't tell anyone, because. because.. Secretly, I have always been embarrassed.
Rewind-Me, Helga Pataki, school bully, embarrassed?! I know I am not acting myself. But why?
I think I should ask Pheebs (Pheobe). Or Lila. She's an expert with this trash. I remember last year when I tried to be Juliet in this (this is true) play that P.S. 118 was holding. Arnold, my beloved, was the Romeo. So I had to tell Lila. But she thought it was oh-so-sweet.
Yuck. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye!
I shut my diary. I leaned over my bed, and grabbed the phone, dialing Pheeb's phone number.
"Hey, Pheebs?!" I asked. "I need your help!'
"Not now, Helga. Arnold's over. We're doing a project." Pheebs and I got put in a different class. Pheebs and Arnold got put together in one class.
I nearly flew off my bed in despair. "Pheebs, how could you?!" I demanded. "Invite him over, when you know I would devote my life for him-"
"What?!" I held my mouth. Oops, I thought. "You would what?!"
"Did Arnold hear?" I asked slowly. "He couldn't have."
"I don't know," said Pheebs. I hung up the phone, very slowly, looking at my ceiling. I didn't even realize that I had hung up on Pheebs, right then!
I leaned over and grabbed at the phone again. "Lila, I need your help!"
"You need my help? For what?" she asked in that oh-so-sweet tone.
"It's-you gotta come over!"
I hung up oh-so-fast, even before Lila could ask when. Seconds later, the door bell rang loudly.
DISCLAIMER: These characters aren't mine. You know that, don't you?!
*~*~ Chapter 1: Helga doesn't feel herself ~*~* Dear Diary,
This is Helga.I have moved on to fifth grade! Anyway, I know it is soo not me to write in a dinky diary, but I must have something to express myself. I can't tell anyone, because. because.. Secretly, I have always been embarrassed.
Rewind-Me, Helga Pataki, school bully, embarrassed?! I know I am not acting myself. But why?
I think I should ask Pheebs (Pheobe). Or Lila. She's an expert with this trash. I remember last year when I tried to be Juliet in this (this is true) play that P.S. 118 was holding. Arnold, my beloved, was the Romeo. So I had to tell Lila. But she thought it was oh-so-sweet.
Yuck. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye!
I shut my diary. I leaned over my bed, and grabbed the phone, dialing Pheeb's phone number.
"Hey, Pheebs?!" I asked. "I need your help!'
"Not now, Helga. Arnold's over. We're doing a project." Pheebs and I got put in a different class. Pheebs and Arnold got put together in one class.
I nearly flew off my bed in despair. "Pheebs, how could you?!" I demanded. "Invite him over, when you know I would devote my life for him-"
"What?!" I held my mouth. Oops, I thought. "You would what?!"
"Did Arnold hear?" I asked slowly. "He couldn't have."
"I don't know," said Pheebs. I hung up the phone, very slowly, looking at my ceiling. I didn't even realize that I had hung up on Pheebs, right then!
I leaned over and grabbed at the phone again. "Lila, I need your help!"
"You need my help? For what?" she asked in that oh-so-sweet tone.
"It's-you gotta come over!"
I hung up oh-so-fast, even before Lila could ask when. Seconds later, the door bell rang loudly.