Finally updated! Heh....took a while, eh? And no, HLT, Sid's not going to need a nose job....just an ice pack...or three. Heh.
-I. Krag
CHAPTER TEN
Helga walked into school that morning feeling refreshed and happy. Not only did she not have to worry about coming in late to her "house", she had the prospect of humiliating Sid. She took her seat, and put her feet up on the desk.
"You look contented, Helga." Phoebe said, coming up behind her.
"I sure am Pheebs. I don't know, maybe this mansion stuff is good for something. Say, Football Head looks pretty happy as well. It's a wonder either of us is happy after last - "
Phoebe stared questioningly. Helga quickly changed the subject.
"So, uh, have you seen Sid today?" Phoebe knew better than to pursue the old subject, so she complied.
"Yes, Helga, he's sitting in his seat, where he normally is."
"Oh...Right." Helga got up and walked over to Arnold. "So, Football Head. You seem pretty happy this morning."
Arnold saw through the pitifully disguised question, and said, "Grandpa talked to me about it this morning. I think that I'm going to be okay." Helga looked visibly relieved.
"Well. That's good. Uh...yeah. I'd better be going. Don't want to be late for class, eh? Yes...right. Sure. Bye, Ar - Football Head." Helga quickly got back to her seat. This "being nice" thing was harder than it looked. Arnold shook his head, amazed. At that point, Mr. Simmons walked in.
"Hellooooo class!"
"Hellomrsimmons...." The class mumbled.
"I've got a surprise for you! I've set back the due date for the project!" Everyone in the room sighed audibly. "Yes, I know. You really need to have all the time you need to work on your "Special" Place Project!"
"Well, Mr. Simmons, when IS it due?" Eugene asked.
"Well, Eugene, that's up to you! You are going to help me choose the due date!"
"I say we make it due in three weeks!" Harold said, laughing.
"Gawrsh, why not make it four?" Stinky said. Mr. Simmons chuckled.
"No, I want it due within the next week or so..."
"How about next Friday?" Phoebe said.
"Yeah, that's the day of the dance!" Sheena said.
"Well, alright - "
"Speaking of the dance, I hope it's being held somewhere...sanitary..." Rhonda said.
"Well, if we can, we're holding it in Helga's mansion!" Mr. Simmons announced. Everyone turned to stare at Helga, and Helga shot an angry look to a bewildered Mr. Simmons. "I mean, if Helga wants to..." He trailed off and sat down, and everyone started talking, as usual. Arnold chanced a few glances back at Helga, but she was busy writing, and grumbling to herself.
When lunchtime came around, she forced herself to be in a better mood by worsening Sid's. She got in line for lunch, behind Arnold, as usual, and Sid, Harold and Stinky took their place behind her. By the time Arnold had reached the chocolate pudding, there was only one left.
"Outta my way, bucko!" Helga said, cackling, as she shoved Arnold out of the way and grabbed the pudding. Sid glared at her.
"Oh, so now you're better than Arnold, huh? Only YOU deserve the last pudding because you're more "worthy" than him? Well - "
"Oh, can it, Sid. I only grabbed the last one so that I could do this!" She punched Sid, and he fell to the ground. Then she took the pudding, and dumped it all over him, and as she was walking away, she went out of her way to step on him. The whole lunchroom laughed as Harold and Stinky picked him up off the ground, chortling as well. Sid just glared at them, and grabbed Nadine's pudding off her table and lobbed it at Helga. It hit home, right on her pigtails.
Helga turned around and stampeded towards Sid, who started to run away.
"FOOD FIGHT!!" Harold yelled, and tossed his pudding straight at Rhonda. She got it straight in the face. In no time at all, the whole lunchroom was tossing their food at each other, screaming delightedly, while Helga and Sid were rolling around the floor, pummeling each other. This went on for quite a while, before the doors were slammed open.
"WHAT is going on in here?" Principal Wartz asked angrily. No one noticed him, and a hamburger was flung straight at his face. He wiped himself off, and barged through the crowd to Helga and Sid, who were sufficiently covered in bruises, and looked like the ringleaders of the riot. He dragged them out of the lunchroom and into his office.
"I-I didn't do anything! She started the food fight, and then came at me like an angry dog, and - "
"What are you talking about? You've been ticking me off all week, you were BEGGING to be beat up on!"
"That'll be enough out of you two. Since I can't punish the whole school, as much as I'd like to, I'm giving you both a two week suspension." The two kids stared at each other.
"WHAT? NO!" Helga said.
"Please!" Sid yelled.
"No. That's my final word. You suspension takes place starting tomorrow. You two are dismissed from my office." And with that, he shoved them out side, and slammed the door.
"Look what you did now, Sid!"
"Me? You gave me two black eyes!"
"Yeah? Well where do you think these bruises on my arms came from, gremlins?"
"It could happen!"
"Oh shut up."
Helga walked home from school that day feeling a mixture of happiness and disgust. On one hand, she got to beat up Sid pretty nicely, and give him a couple shiners...but on the other hand, she got suspended, and now she won't be able to go to the dance. The only way she could, is if...she held it at her mansion.
Suddenly, she turned a corner and ran straight into Arnold.
"Hey, watch where you're going, Footba - I mean...s-sorry. I, uh, have to be going now." Helga tried to walk away, but Arnold stopped her.
"I heard you got suspended. Tough break, huh."
"Yeah, uh...it's not THAT bad, but...now I can't go to the dance. Not that I want to, or anything, but, you know, it limits my choices....yeah. Heh."
"...right. Well, I'll see you, Helga."
"Yeah. See ya...Football Head. And next time watch where you're going, you stupid buffoon!" Arnold sighed, and walked away.
"Sure Helga." He said as he turned the corner. When he was gone, Helga ran behind a nearby dumpster and pulled out her locket.
"Oh, Arnold, my love, my angel of reason, the keeper of my soul...why do I push you away? Why, even when I get so close, do I constantly have to tear away from you? Calling you names, pushing you, how you must hate me! How can I turn that around, how can I make you love me? How could I - " Suddenly, Helga heard a noise to the right of her, and instinctively sent her fist flying towards it, but she stopped it in mid punch. For the sound came from Phoebe.
"Konnichiwa Helga. I...thought I heard noises back here, and presumed it was you."
"Pheebs! Don't EVER sneak up on me like that again! I almost walloped you in the face!"
"Yes, I ascertained that...Helga, the whole school now knows that you and Sid were suspended. That was a thoughtless act..."
"But it made me feel better...for a bit."
"Yes, for a bit." Helga got up, and brushed herself off, before walking down the street with Phoebe. Brainy peeked out from inside the dumpster, and wheezed as he watched them leave. Then he punched himself out, breaking his glasses and falling back into the filth in the dumpster.
"You know Pheebs, I might just have to have the dance in my mansion." Phoebe nodded her head.
"Yes, it seems that way, if you want to be able to be with, er...Ice Cream at the dance." Phoebe giggled, and Helga rolled her eyes.
"Ah, he wouldn't hang around with me, and you know it Phoebe. He hates me."
"It doesn't seem that way to me. You two were being civil."
"Well...that's only because of the thing...."
"Nan desuka? What thing?"
Helga proceeded to tell her all about what happened the previous night at the bridge.
"...and now I probably won't see him there ever again, because it seems as if he's sorted out his problems. What am I going to do?" Helga sighed and Phoebe patted her on the shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll think of something Helga."
-I. Krag
CHAPTER TEN
Helga walked into school that morning feeling refreshed and happy. Not only did she not have to worry about coming in late to her "house", she had the prospect of humiliating Sid. She took her seat, and put her feet up on the desk.
"You look contented, Helga." Phoebe said, coming up behind her.
"I sure am Pheebs. I don't know, maybe this mansion stuff is good for something. Say, Football Head looks pretty happy as well. It's a wonder either of us is happy after last - "
Phoebe stared questioningly. Helga quickly changed the subject.
"So, uh, have you seen Sid today?" Phoebe knew better than to pursue the old subject, so she complied.
"Yes, Helga, he's sitting in his seat, where he normally is."
"Oh...Right." Helga got up and walked over to Arnold. "So, Football Head. You seem pretty happy this morning."
Arnold saw through the pitifully disguised question, and said, "Grandpa talked to me about it this morning. I think that I'm going to be okay." Helga looked visibly relieved.
"Well. That's good. Uh...yeah. I'd better be going. Don't want to be late for class, eh? Yes...right. Sure. Bye, Ar - Football Head." Helga quickly got back to her seat. This "being nice" thing was harder than it looked. Arnold shook his head, amazed. At that point, Mr. Simmons walked in.
"Hellooooo class!"
"Hellomrsimmons...." The class mumbled.
"I've got a surprise for you! I've set back the due date for the project!" Everyone in the room sighed audibly. "Yes, I know. You really need to have all the time you need to work on your "Special" Place Project!"
"Well, Mr. Simmons, when IS it due?" Eugene asked.
"Well, Eugene, that's up to you! You are going to help me choose the due date!"
"I say we make it due in three weeks!" Harold said, laughing.
"Gawrsh, why not make it four?" Stinky said. Mr. Simmons chuckled.
"No, I want it due within the next week or so..."
"How about next Friday?" Phoebe said.
"Yeah, that's the day of the dance!" Sheena said.
"Well, alright - "
"Speaking of the dance, I hope it's being held somewhere...sanitary..." Rhonda said.
"Well, if we can, we're holding it in Helga's mansion!" Mr. Simmons announced. Everyone turned to stare at Helga, and Helga shot an angry look to a bewildered Mr. Simmons. "I mean, if Helga wants to..." He trailed off and sat down, and everyone started talking, as usual. Arnold chanced a few glances back at Helga, but she was busy writing, and grumbling to herself.
When lunchtime came around, she forced herself to be in a better mood by worsening Sid's. She got in line for lunch, behind Arnold, as usual, and Sid, Harold and Stinky took their place behind her. By the time Arnold had reached the chocolate pudding, there was only one left.
"Outta my way, bucko!" Helga said, cackling, as she shoved Arnold out of the way and grabbed the pudding. Sid glared at her.
"Oh, so now you're better than Arnold, huh? Only YOU deserve the last pudding because you're more "worthy" than him? Well - "
"Oh, can it, Sid. I only grabbed the last one so that I could do this!" She punched Sid, and he fell to the ground. Then she took the pudding, and dumped it all over him, and as she was walking away, she went out of her way to step on him. The whole lunchroom laughed as Harold and Stinky picked him up off the ground, chortling as well. Sid just glared at them, and grabbed Nadine's pudding off her table and lobbed it at Helga. It hit home, right on her pigtails.
Helga turned around and stampeded towards Sid, who started to run away.
"FOOD FIGHT!!" Harold yelled, and tossed his pudding straight at Rhonda. She got it straight in the face. In no time at all, the whole lunchroom was tossing their food at each other, screaming delightedly, while Helga and Sid were rolling around the floor, pummeling each other. This went on for quite a while, before the doors were slammed open.
"WHAT is going on in here?" Principal Wartz asked angrily. No one noticed him, and a hamburger was flung straight at his face. He wiped himself off, and barged through the crowd to Helga and Sid, who were sufficiently covered in bruises, and looked like the ringleaders of the riot. He dragged them out of the lunchroom and into his office.
"I-I didn't do anything! She started the food fight, and then came at me like an angry dog, and - "
"What are you talking about? You've been ticking me off all week, you were BEGGING to be beat up on!"
"That'll be enough out of you two. Since I can't punish the whole school, as much as I'd like to, I'm giving you both a two week suspension." The two kids stared at each other.
"WHAT? NO!" Helga said.
"Please!" Sid yelled.
"No. That's my final word. You suspension takes place starting tomorrow. You two are dismissed from my office." And with that, he shoved them out side, and slammed the door.
"Look what you did now, Sid!"
"Me? You gave me two black eyes!"
"Yeah? Well where do you think these bruises on my arms came from, gremlins?"
"It could happen!"
"Oh shut up."
Helga walked home from school that day feeling a mixture of happiness and disgust. On one hand, she got to beat up Sid pretty nicely, and give him a couple shiners...but on the other hand, she got suspended, and now she won't be able to go to the dance. The only way she could, is if...she held it at her mansion.
Suddenly, she turned a corner and ran straight into Arnold.
"Hey, watch where you're going, Footba - I mean...s-sorry. I, uh, have to be going now." Helga tried to walk away, but Arnold stopped her.
"I heard you got suspended. Tough break, huh."
"Yeah, uh...it's not THAT bad, but...now I can't go to the dance. Not that I want to, or anything, but, you know, it limits my choices....yeah. Heh."
"...right. Well, I'll see you, Helga."
"Yeah. See ya...Football Head. And next time watch where you're going, you stupid buffoon!" Arnold sighed, and walked away.
"Sure Helga." He said as he turned the corner. When he was gone, Helga ran behind a nearby dumpster and pulled out her locket.
"Oh, Arnold, my love, my angel of reason, the keeper of my soul...why do I push you away? Why, even when I get so close, do I constantly have to tear away from you? Calling you names, pushing you, how you must hate me! How can I turn that around, how can I make you love me? How could I - " Suddenly, Helga heard a noise to the right of her, and instinctively sent her fist flying towards it, but she stopped it in mid punch. For the sound came from Phoebe.
"Konnichiwa Helga. I...thought I heard noises back here, and presumed it was you."
"Pheebs! Don't EVER sneak up on me like that again! I almost walloped you in the face!"
"Yes, I ascertained that...Helga, the whole school now knows that you and Sid were suspended. That was a thoughtless act..."
"But it made me feel better...for a bit."
"Yes, for a bit." Helga got up, and brushed herself off, before walking down the street with Phoebe. Brainy peeked out from inside the dumpster, and wheezed as he watched them leave. Then he punched himself out, breaking his glasses and falling back into the filth in the dumpster.
"You know Pheebs, I might just have to have the dance in my mansion." Phoebe nodded her head.
"Yes, it seems that way, if you want to be able to be with, er...Ice Cream at the dance." Phoebe giggled, and Helga rolled her eyes.
"Ah, he wouldn't hang around with me, and you know it Phoebe. He hates me."
"It doesn't seem that way to me. You two were being civil."
"Well...that's only because of the thing...."
"Nan desuka? What thing?"
Helga proceeded to tell her all about what happened the previous night at the bridge.
"...and now I probably won't see him there ever again, because it seems as if he's sorted out his problems. What am I going to do?" Helga sighed and Phoebe patted her on the shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll think of something Helga."