Ash's note: Hey! I found a bit of what I wrote in the fourth grade in
this disket. I can't believe how the story went! Really freaky how a fourth
grader could write so much now huh? Well this 7th grader got a story to
write so let's get on with it!
Arnolds POV
Helga and I walked down the halls walking into every classroom. We found confiscated bubble gum from the sixth grade classes, along with cells, notes, and a few phone numbers. Candy bars, and chips from the younger classes and a whole cabinet full of food Mr. Simmons confiscated, easily assuming they were mainly Harolds. And a whole closet full of choclate in possibly every form, which was easily Choclate Boy's doing.
"This should hold us down for snacks." I told Helga as we dumped our tenth load of junk food onto the waiting room floor.
"This should be enough to last a week at the most." Helga replied as she checked what was here and there. Suddenly she gave a grossed out yelp and through somthing across the room. It fell open revealing about a few dozen strawberries I had found in a zip lock bag in our class on Sheena's desk. She apparently forgotten about it before they left.
I went over and put them back in. Helga knows we need every little bit to at least survive the first few hours, and here she goes throwing good fruit around. I dropped the last berry in the bag as I looked over angrily at Helga who was shockingly staring anxiously at the bag of strawberries in my hands.
"What's up with the look?" I asked curiously, staring if something damaged the berries or had if a bug got in.
"I-I can't handle strawberries..." She replied sounding scared. "Even one bit of exposure to my mouth could make me look like a balloon. I'm allergic and get hives if I tried them."
I looked stunned. I didn't know that....
"I didn't know that." I replied. Well duh! What would I say, 'Cool! eat one so I could see!'?
"Well now you do." Helga replied, relaxing as she saw me toss the strawberries on my couch. She grumbled slightly as she walked to the couch she had been sleeping on. "I wonder what Phoebe's doing?"
"I wonder what Gerald's doing?" I replied turning to my bag.
"Probably having a better time than us I suppose." Helga told me, I could feel her eyes at my back, I assumed they were glaring at me as I looked for my watch.
"Helga we just have to make the best of it." I told her trying to not make her glaring get to me, even if I wasn't even sure she was glaring.
"Again being the optomist huh Football head?" She asked, her voice was dripping with sarcasim.
"Somebody has to." We both replied. I stayed quiet.
"I can't believe I'm stuck in here with you!" She said, she had a soft tone I couldn't recognize, but I felt that it should annoy me for some reason. I fished my watch out and turned around.
"It's not like I wanted to get stuck with you! You started that toilet paper fight!" I snapped. I looked at her and she looked obviously shocked and slightly hurt.
"Who said I wanted to get stuck with you?" She shot back. Her eyes were brimming slightly with tears, which obviously caught me by surprise, becuase I fell back onto the couch.
"Well you obviously started it so you must've desperately wanted us to get stuck!" I quipped smirking. She looked steamed.
"FOOTBALL HEAD!" She shouted. I sat there trying to think of something. I was angry and was at the point where I didn't care what I said as long as I won.
"Mono brow!" I told her. She gasped and shot something back.
"Small blue hat wearer!" Waasn't very harsh, but it was my faveorite hat!
"Pink bow!" Hey we're even now, at least we both got yelled at something we always wore. Then after a breather (we were yelling at the top of our lungs here people!) I asked. "I thought you liked my hat?"
"I thought you liked my bow!" She replied. "Skirt wearer! The fight wasn't over.
"Pigtails!" I shot back after a few minutes we couldn't think of any insults and resorted to baby names. Like-
"Doo-doo head!"
"Cootie face!" I know pretty immature for kids who are supposedly 'wise beyond their years.' But at this point the fight wasn't as harsh as how it started.
"Math tutor!" I gasped, that was harsh, adult occupations were one of the worst, clean insults ever. Then I got an idea.
"Mrs. Brainy." I scowled through gritted teeth, pointing at her, and staring through narrow eyes. Helga looked like she was gonna scream. Then she made a frog face at me.
"Nah!" She replied. I quickly pulled my face down mimicking her actions.
Now that I think about it, fourth graders, who adults always compliment on being wise, making stupid insults and faces is pretty immature. But after a few minutes of Helga and I making as many faces as we could. And right in the middle, Helga fell over laughing, I quickly following suit.
"That was the stupidiest thing we ever did!" She laughed. I nodded, my sides hurting. After a minute we got up and faced each other.
"Sorry for teasing you Helga. Your bow isn't really that bad." I told her. "And about your-
"It's alright Anroldo, sheesh!" She replied. Then to my surprise she said. "I'm sorry about teasing your hat- in fact I'm sorry for teasing you after all these years."
I must've looked pretty stupid sitting there, wide eyes and gaping mouth.
"You look pretty stupid sitting there, wide eyed and gaping mouth." Woah, could she read minds? There was an akward scilence.
"So...uh....what time is it?" She asked. I had forgotten I had been gripping my watch the past 20 minutes and let it drop. I picked it up with the other hand and looked.
"It's 11. pretty late." I told her. "We better close all the lights." She nodded, we ran around the school shutting off the light in a race. I won. When we reached the waiting room we set the couches up using our sleeping bags and pillows we were supposed to have used at the trip.
"Good night Helga." I told her. As I entered the room and she went to bed.
"Good night Football Head." I frowned but softened to see her smiling and shut the lights off.
Ash's Note: Heheheh. I fell off my chair when I re read this. It's funnier when Helga and Arnold do it instead of me and my friends. lol. Anyway, R&R's are nice and I'll see you next chappie, k?
Arnolds POV
Helga and I walked down the halls walking into every classroom. We found confiscated bubble gum from the sixth grade classes, along with cells, notes, and a few phone numbers. Candy bars, and chips from the younger classes and a whole cabinet full of food Mr. Simmons confiscated, easily assuming they were mainly Harolds. And a whole closet full of choclate in possibly every form, which was easily Choclate Boy's doing.
"This should hold us down for snacks." I told Helga as we dumped our tenth load of junk food onto the waiting room floor.
"This should be enough to last a week at the most." Helga replied as she checked what was here and there. Suddenly she gave a grossed out yelp and through somthing across the room. It fell open revealing about a few dozen strawberries I had found in a zip lock bag in our class on Sheena's desk. She apparently forgotten about it before they left.
I went over and put them back in. Helga knows we need every little bit to at least survive the first few hours, and here she goes throwing good fruit around. I dropped the last berry in the bag as I looked over angrily at Helga who was shockingly staring anxiously at the bag of strawberries in my hands.
"What's up with the look?" I asked curiously, staring if something damaged the berries or had if a bug got in.
"I-I can't handle strawberries..." She replied sounding scared. "Even one bit of exposure to my mouth could make me look like a balloon. I'm allergic and get hives if I tried them."
I looked stunned. I didn't know that....
"I didn't know that." I replied. Well duh! What would I say, 'Cool! eat one so I could see!'?
"Well now you do." Helga replied, relaxing as she saw me toss the strawberries on my couch. She grumbled slightly as she walked to the couch she had been sleeping on. "I wonder what Phoebe's doing?"
"I wonder what Gerald's doing?" I replied turning to my bag.
"Probably having a better time than us I suppose." Helga told me, I could feel her eyes at my back, I assumed they were glaring at me as I looked for my watch.
"Helga we just have to make the best of it." I told her trying to not make her glaring get to me, even if I wasn't even sure she was glaring.
"Again being the optomist huh Football head?" She asked, her voice was dripping with sarcasim.
"Somebody has to." We both replied. I stayed quiet.
"I can't believe I'm stuck in here with you!" She said, she had a soft tone I couldn't recognize, but I felt that it should annoy me for some reason. I fished my watch out and turned around.
"It's not like I wanted to get stuck with you! You started that toilet paper fight!" I snapped. I looked at her and she looked obviously shocked and slightly hurt.
"Who said I wanted to get stuck with you?" She shot back. Her eyes were brimming slightly with tears, which obviously caught me by surprise, becuase I fell back onto the couch.
"Well you obviously started it so you must've desperately wanted us to get stuck!" I quipped smirking. She looked steamed.
"FOOTBALL HEAD!" She shouted. I sat there trying to think of something. I was angry and was at the point where I didn't care what I said as long as I won.
"Mono brow!" I told her. She gasped and shot something back.
"Small blue hat wearer!" Waasn't very harsh, but it was my faveorite hat!
"Pink bow!" Hey we're even now, at least we both got yelled at something we always wore. Then after a breather (we were yelling at the top of our lungs here people!) I asked. "I thought you liked my hat?"
"I thought you liked my bow!" She replied. "Skirt wearer! The fight wasn't over.
"Pigtails!" I shot back after a few minutes we couldn't think of any insults and resorted to baby names. Like-
"Doo-doo head!"
"Cootie face!" I know pretty immature for kids who are supposedly 'wise beyond their years.' But at this point the fight wasn't as harsh as how it started.
"Math tutor!" I gasped, that was harsh, adult occupations were one of the worst, clean insults ever. Then I got an idea.
"Mrs. Brainy." I scowled through gritted teeth, pointing at her, and staring through narrow eyes. Helga looked like she was gonna scream. Then she made a frog face at me.
"Nah!" She replied. I quickly pulled my face down mimicking her actions.
Now that I think about it, fourth graders, who adults always compliment on being wise, making stupid insults and faces is pretty immature. But after a few minutes of Helga and I making as many faces as we could. And right in the middle, Helga fell over laughing, I quickly following suit.
"That was the stupidiest thing we ever did!" She laughed. I nodded, my sides hurting. After a minute we got up and faced each other.
"Sorry for teasing you Helga. Your bow isn't really that bad." I told her. "And about your-
"It's alright Anroldo, sheesh!" She replied. Then to my surprise she said. "I'm sorry about teasing your hat- in fact I'm sorry for teasing you after all these years."
I must've looked pretty stupid sitting there, wide eyes and gaping mouth.
"You look pretty stupid sitting there, wide eyed and gaping mouth." Woah, could she read minds? There was an akward scilence.
"So...uh....what time is it?" She asked. I had forgotten I had been gripping my watch the past 20 minutes and let it drop. I picked it up with the other hand and looked.
"It's 11. pretty late." I told her. "We better close all the lights." She nodded, we ran around the school shutting off the light in a race. I won. When we reached the waiting room we set the couches up using our sleeping bags and pillows we were supposed to have used at the trip.
"Good night Helga." I told her. As I entered the room and she went to bed.
"Good night Football Head." I frowned but softened to see her smiling and shut the lights off.
Ash's Note: Heheheh. I fell off my chair when I re read this. It's funnier when Helga and Arnold do it instead of me and my friends. lol. Anyway, R&R's are nice and I'll see you next chappie, k?