Stay Together
By Shaun Blankenship
A Hey Arnold! Fan Fiction
(And my first that I've written in chapters)
CHAPTER 1: Morning
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"Hey, Helga, get out of bed! The bus is here!"
With her eyes more shut than open, Helga sat up frantically in her bed. "The bus is here?"
"Yeah!" Bob Pataki had a semi-concerned look on his face. "And it's leaving right now!"
"How could I have slept through the bus? What happened to my alarm clock?" She looked on the floor. The only remains of her alarm clock left were little black pieces of plastic and the screen the at one point would flash the time in digital brilliance.
"Oh, that thing. Went off about an hour ago and was driving me nuts. Couldn't find the off button."
"You couldn't find the off button so you smashed it into a million pieces? You couldn't have at least woken me up?"
"Hey, relax. There's one in the closet from when Olga lived here. Her's wasn't that noisy!"
Helga was infuriated with the fact that Bob would deliberately break her alarm clock instead of waking her up but at the moment was too tired to even talk to him. Starting a quarrel with Big Bob was the last thing on her docket. "Well, you broke it. Now leave. I need to get dressed."
"Fine, I gotta get to work anyway. I'm gonna be late now because I had to wake you up for the bus."
"No, you're going to be late because you don't know how to work an alarm clock, Dad."
"Hey, back when I was a kid, I didn't have an alarm clock!" Bob steps out of her room and shuts the door behind him.
Helga finally decided to sit up out of bed. "Why does my dad have to be so dumb all of the time! I mean rule of probability would at least make it so he wouldn't screw up at some point of his life!" She walks over to her closet, still in a semi-sleepy state. Opon opening her closet, she takes out one of the many pink dresses that are stored in it.
Helga makes it into the kitchen. Her mother is fast asleep on the counter, which didn't surprise Helga at all. "Hey, mom, did you pack my lunch?"
Miriam lifts her head and starts talking as if she's still asleep. "Oh, yeah, lunch. It's in the... oven..." Her head almost violently slams back down on the counter. She starts to sleep again.
Helga rolls her eyes back and sighs. She opens the oven and finds her lunchbox in delight. "I wonder what she packed me?" She opens it and suddenly gets a disturbed look on her face. "All that's in here is a thermos." She shakes the thermos in her hand. "And it's empty."
Miriam then lifted her head to speak. "What? Oh, yeah..." Once again, she had bit the dust on the kitchen counter.
"Ah, forget it. I'll do it myself." Helga walked over to the refrigerator and packed her own lunch.
Class was already in session when she walked in. Mr. Simmons was in the middle of a lecture.
"Alright, class, now after Napoleon took Louisiana... Oh, hello, Helga. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to mark you tardy."
"Well, I am tardy, aren't I? It's not just me?" Helga gave a sarcastic smile to the teacher and then returned to her usual sulk.
"Helga, you're gonna need a worksheet." Mr. Simmons reached over to his desk and pulled a piece of paper out of a manilla folder. "Here you go."
Helga just seemed to not care. "Gee, thank you. How may I ever repay you?"
When recess came around, Helga had explained to everyone why she had been late to school. Wasn't really much to tell though. "...and then Miriam hadn't even packed my lunch! I hate my parents! Sometimes I wished that they had never been married!"
"Helga, don't say that." Arnold, the peace maker of P.S. 118 had finnaly come in to play. "I mean, there's something you like about your parents."
"No, there isn't."
"Helga, you're not being fair to them. I mean they have their problems and you do to, but you can't take it all out on them. I mean, they're your parents! Without them, you wouldn't even be here!"
"Wake me when it happens."
Helga then sat down on a bench. Arnold follows with her. "Helga, come on. You don't mean that."
"Arnold, you have no idea what I'm going through right now, alright? This isn't just one thing; both of them can't do anything right! It's a miracle if my dad can even remember my name at times."
"It's better than having none at all. I know how that is." Helga begins to sulk thinking about it. "Be thankful that your parents make an attempt to do things for you sometimes, even if it does come out wrong."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Arnold." Helga has finally calmed down. It's moments like these that make Helga's love for Arnold even stronger. Helga looked at Arnold and smiled, Arnold smiled back. Their eyes met, they got closer and then...
BRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNGGG!!
"Well, that's the bell. See you in class, Helga."
She suddenly sunk back into depression. "Yeah, see ya." Eventually she too would get up and walk back to class. So close but yet so far.
To Be Continued...
Trust me, it will get good eventually.
By Shaun Blankenship
A Hey Arnold! Fan Fiction
(And my first that I've written in chapters)
CHAPTER 1: Morning
________________________________________
"Hey, Helga, get out of bed! The bus is here!"
With her eyes more shut than open, Helga sat up frantically in her bed. "The bus is here?"
"Yeah!" Bob Pataki had a semi-concerned look on his face. "And it's leaving right now!"
"How could I have slept through the bus? What happened to my alarm clock?" She looked on the floor. The only remains of her alarm clock left were little black pieces of plastic and the screen the at one point would flash the time in digital brilliance.
"Oh, that thing. Went off about an hour ago and was driving me nuts. Couldn't find the off button."
"You couldn't find the off button so you smashed it into a million pieces? You couldn't have at least woken me up?"
"Hey, relax. There's one in the closet from when Olga lived here. Her's wasn't that noisy!"
Helga was infuriated with the fact that Bob would deliberately break her alarm clock instead of waking her up but at the moment was too tired to even talk to him. Starting a quarrel with Big Bob was the last thing on her docket. "Well, you broke it. Now leave. I need to get dressed."
"Fine, I gotta get to work anyway. I'm gonna be late now because I had to wake you up for the bus."
"No, you're going to be late because you don't know how to work an alarm clock, Dad."
"Hey, back when I was a kid, I didn't have an alarm clock!" Bob steps out of her room and shuts the door behind him.
Helga finally decided to sit up out of bed. "Why does my dad have to be so dumb all of the time! I mean rule of probability would at least make it so he wouldn't screw up at some point of his life!" She walks over to her closet, still in a semi-sleepy state. Opon opening her closet, she takes out one of the many pink dresses that are stored in it.
Helga makes it into the kitchen. Her mother is fast asleep on the counter, which didn't surprise Helga at all. "Hey, mom, did you pack my lunch?"
Miriam lifts her head and starts talking as if she's still asleep. "Oh, yeah, lunch. It's in the... oven..." Her head almost violently slams back down on the counter. She starts to sleep again.
Helga rolls her eyes back and sighs. She opens the oven and finds her lunchbox in delight. "I wonder what she packed me?" She opens it and suddenly gets a disturbed look on her face. "All that's in here is a thermos." She shakes the thermos in her hand. "And it's empty."
Miriam then lifted her head to speak. "What? Oh, yeah..." Once again, she had bit the dust on the kitchen counter.
"Ah, forget it. I'll do it myself." Helga walked over to the refrigerator and packed her own lunch.
Class was already in session when she walked in. Mr. Simmons was in the middle of a lecture.
"Alright, class, now after Napoleon took Louisiana... Oh, hello, Helga. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to mark you tardy."
"Well, I am tardy, aren't I? It's not just me?" Helga gave a sarcastic smile to the teacher and then returned to her usual sulk.
"Helga, you're gonna need a worksheet." Mr. Simmons reached over to his desk and pulled a piece of paper out of a manilla folder. "Here you go."
Helga just seemed to not care. "Gee, thank you. How may I ever repay you?"
When recess came around, Helga had explained to everyone why she had been late to school. Wasn't really much to tell though. "...and then Miriam hadn't even packed my lunch! I hate my parents! Sometimes I wished that they had never been married!"
"Helga, don't say that." Arnold, the peace maker of P.S. 118 had finnaly come in to play. "I mean, there's something you like about your parents."
"No, there isn't."
"Helga, you're not being fair to them. I mean they have their problems and you do to, but you can't take it all out on them. I mean, they're your parents! Without them, you wouldn't even be here!"
"Wake me when it happens."
Helga then sat down on a bench. Arnold follows with her. "Helga, come on. You don't mean that."
"Arnold, you have no idea what I'm going through right now, alright? This isn't just one thing; both of them can't do anything right! It's a miracle if my dad can even remember my name at times."
"It's better than having none at all. I know how that is." Helga begins to sulk thinking about it. "Be thankful that your parents make an attempt to do things for you sometimes, even if it does come out wrong."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Arnold." Helga has finally calmed down. It's moments like these that make Helga's love for Arnold even stronger. Helga looked at Arnold and smiled, Arnold smiled back. Their eyes met, they got closer and then...
BRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNGGG!!
"Well, that's the bell. See you in class, Helga."
She suddenly sunk back into depression. "Yeah, see ya." Eventually she too would get up and walk back to class. So close but yet so far.
To Be Continued...
Trust me, it will get good eventually.
