Chapter 1 "The Truth"
It is 10:30pm Sunday night, June 1st. Helga lay on her bed thinking of her beloved Arnold. "Why can't I just tell you how much I love you? Why must I hide my feelings from you, why can't there be an easier way?" Helga said to herself. The next day at school, as Helga ran around the corner to get to her locker BAM she fell to the floor. As she looked up she saw Arnold with an extended hand to help her up. "Sorry, helga, are you alright?" Arnold said with concern. "Well its not like it's the first time I've slammed into you and look I still haven't died yet, have I football head!!" Helga said aggressively. Arnold just looked at her and ignored the insult as he has done many times in the past. "Helga, are you going to the talent show Friday night?" "Why the hell would I go there, bucko?" "Well I just thought you might go and do something for the show, like read some of your poetry, maybe. I've heard some of them in English class and I think they are very good and well written." Arnold said with a smile. "What do you take me for Arnold? A do gooder? I don't think so, anyways its none of your business what I do or not do, look football head I'm going to be late for class." Helga just pushed Arnold aside and walked away. Arnold shrugged his shoulders and turned around to see Gerald standing there with his arms crossed. "Arnold my man, you still let helga walk all over you, why?" "Gerald I know Helga isn't the nicest person in the world but I think people should try and give her a break, she's just misunderstood." Arnold said with a smile. "Arnold are you feeling okay?" "Yes Gerald I'm fine, it's just that I've been thinking about things and well…" "Well what Arnold, your not starting to like Helga are you?" "No I don't like helga like that Gerald, its just that I think Helga is hiding who she really is I mean we've known her since kindergarten and well she wasn't always like this and she's smart and did you ever listen to the poems she has written?" "You're a bold kid Arnold, a bold kid." Gerald said. He left Arnold there and walked into lunch.
When school ended Arnold waited outside for Helga to follow her home. As Helga went inside her house, Arnold climbed to the window to see what was happening. "Olga, get me another beer!!" Big Bob said drunkenly. "Dad you've had enough, look at you, you're already drunk," Helga said sadly. Big bob got up out of the recliner and rushed over to Helga and put her up against the wall. "What did you say to me Olga?" "Your already DRUNK and my name isn't Olga its HELGA!!" Helga screamed at her father. "I don't care what the fuck your name is and nobody ever tells big bob that he has had enough!! Get in that kitchen and get me another beer, NOW!!" And with that he threw Helga into the kitchen, literally, and she ended up knocking over a chair which made a pile of pots and pans fall on her. Helga quickly gave the beer to bob and ran upstairs to her room. Meanwhile outside, Arnold was in shock, he was utterly speechless to these events. He found a ladder that lead to her window, which he climbed and watched her once again. There she lay on her bed hugging her pillow crying mournfully. How Arnold wanted to comfort her. How he just wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. She finally got up, but it was to only put her self upon the floor in a dark corner, where she there rocked herself to sleep. Arnold quietly climbed down the ladder and began his journey home. Once home, Arnold thought to him self, "I can't believe it, know wonder Helga is the way she is," Arnold said sadly. "Hey short man, did you say something?" "Oh nothing grandpa, just thinking out loud." "Kimba, do you want some cookies and milk, they're your favorite, chocolate chip!" "No thank-you grandma, I'll be in my room if any body needs me. Good night everyone." With that Arnold went up to his room and lay on his bed. His head was swimming with images of Helga and her father and the words he said to her. All of that made his hair at the back of his neck stand up. "I want to do something for Helga but what?" Arnold thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
I know what ur all thinking, big bob would never call helga that but hey its just for some flavor