For Her

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A sequel to "My Muse", written by Miss Matched

Dedicated to Starry Nights, for being so encouraging.

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All standard disclaimers apply. Characters from "Hey Arnold" are copyright Craig Barlett and to whomever else they're copyrighted to. Original characters are original, and the author would like sole use of them, unless contacted for permission. All poetry/music in this fanfiction are also original, and once again, may only be used with permission. Thus ends this huge disclaimer. Meep!

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Chapter Eight: Life

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Point of View: Helga


(An: A pointless chapter, read on if you dare! :D)

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"This is the place" I looked up from my directions and double checked one more time. "Seven oh Five Soaring Circle". One of the kids from my new school was
throwing a party, and everyone was invited. I figured I might as well come, I might make some friends. Poised at the wooden door, it swung open before I could
knock. A girl with her long brown hair in a high pony-tail answered the door.

"Come on in... we don't bite!"

I smiled, she seemed to be good company. "Well darn, I do." I joked. She laughed as I walked in. "So, nice place you have here." I inspected the beautiful wooden
interior of the house.

"I don't live here. I was just closest to the door."

"oh." I mumbled, feeling like an idiot.

"So, you're new? Tough luck, being the middle of the year and all. Where are you from anyway?"

I desided not to go too into detail yet. "Places." I said slyly, trying to divert my way out of the topic.

"Places? I went there once. You think that's great? You should see Things!" She quipped. "Alright... no questions for the new girl. Do you have a name?"

"Isn't that a question?"

"Isn't what a question?" she asked back

. "Are you playing dumb?"

"Do your ears hang low?"

"WHO'S LINE IS IT ANYWAYS?" I yelled, flinging my hands in the air.

"My name's Jill." She smiled, putting her hand out.

"Helga." I said with a half smile, shaking her hand.



Maybe there is life after Hillwood.



We walked further into the house. A kitchen was at the end of the hallway, and the counter was covered in snacks.

"Behold the never-ending amount of food." Jill announced with a flourish.

"Who would want to buy all of this stuff anyway?" I asked, picking up a bag. "I mean, look. Pork Rinds. Not good."

"I think they are" We turned behind us to see a gal with short blonde hair... and okay, so everything about her was semi-short. "Hi. It's my party!"

"And you'll cry if you want to." Jill finished.

"You would cry too if it happened to you!" They sang together. The blonde laughed, and stood up straight.
"Hi, I'm Sam" she announced. She seemed pretty perky. Not really my type. But then again, no one here seemed to have a nice, biting sense of sarcasm anyway.
But company is company, and they didn't seem annoying as of yet. So... you never know.

So, here's my new life. Funny, I don't look any different, but I know a part of me is gone. A part of me is back in my old closet in my old house wondering where
the heck my Arnold is, what he's doing, if he cares about me. Maybe I'll find it again some day, that part of me. But for now, I'll stick to walking through life
half-asleep...

Maybe I can convince myself I'm dreaming.



LATER....

The party was fun. I made new friends. I should be happy. Then how come I'm not?

Simple. Everyone seems to be hooked up, and the closest thing I am to love is miles and miles away.

Funny how one thing can get in the way of life?

The beeper business is going fine. Dad's loving the new location. He told me that one of my schoolmate's father used to own the land here in New York, and gave my dad a good deal on it. Mr. Samson, he said his name was... Nick Samson's father.

I pulled out my diary and a pen as I made my way to my bed. My room's slightly smaller then my old room, and I don't have a walk-in closet. But hey, that's life. I pondered for a few moments, then began to write.

"I wish we were close
but we're miles away."

The rest of the words refused to come out as I cried, the tears spilling onto the fresh piece of paper.

"And nothing to bridge
the expanse between us.
A love that I could boast
of gone astray
and nothing to live
for, now there's no hope to lead us.

I wish we had love
but we've grown too far away,
and no lonely heart
needs reminder of that.
I wish to above
that perhaps we could stay
where our love did first start,
Yet now, there's no chance of that.

Miles away...
I wanted to stay...
but we're miles away"


"And that just about sums it up" I mumbled, wiping the tears off of my face with the sleeve of my shirt.

"And my life will go on,
Forget you I must.
I can't stay here
Wanting you like the dawn
while we're scattered like dust.
I can't have you near,
and that has to be enough
I must move on.
My hope I will regain
and I'll sing a new song."


(AN: Just reading back over this is painful. Dang, I suck at writing!!!!!)