"Hello?"
"Ready, Helga?"
"Yup."
"I'll be there in 5 minutes."
"Bye."
It was the night of the end of the year formal. I was so excited...what? You think that it is impossible for me, Helga G. Pataki, to be excited to go to a dance? Well, I would have stayed home, if it wasn't for the promise I made with Arnold*.
Anyway, I was ready for some fun. I get to do the thing I loved the most. I was going to mess with people's minds. Confused? Well...
*Ding Dong
You won't be for long.
"Hey Arnold!"
"You look great! That outfit will fool everyone!"
Did I mention it was a costume party?
I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw Arnold behind me looking wide-eyed at my royal purple and gold, high-collared, and very exquisite Renaissance dress. I turned around.
"You don't look so bad yourself."
He looked impressive in his tuxedo. He was obviously the Phantom of the Opera due to the high-collared black cape and white half-mask. That Arnold, so sophisticated, so full of class, so...wonderful.
"Let's go!" And I slipped on my feathered mask, took his hand, and whisked out the door.
"I thought we could go to the dance with a bit of class," Arnold said as I laughed at his bike, that he had gotten painted black.
"How dumb is that?"
"As cheesy as you can get without the smell."
"Whatever."
"Hey, I did this for you. So either get on the back and sit or... we can walk the 2 miles to school."
"Ok, since you worked so hard." I sat on the back of the seat and he sat in front of me and started pedaling.
The black backdrop of night enveloped the city as the moon and the dim streetlights gave little needed light to Hillwood. The stars were shining brightly and I smiled, closed my eyes, and made a wish when I saw a falling star in the distance.
"So..."
"It's really nice out tonight."
"It is."
"Your costume is incredible."
"I could say the same and more about yours. It's so beautiful. It couldn't look better on anyone else."
I blushed. Thank goodness the night hid it...not to mention, I was sitting behind him. He couldn't see me anyway.
"You think anyone will know who you are?"
"Well, no, but I think they won't have a problem guessing who I am."
"That's what you get for being a football head."
I saw moving lights in the distance. They slowly came closer and closer as we approached P.S. 118. We rode the rest of the way in silence. As he locked his bike up on the bike rack on the playground, I secured my mask, preparing for a little bit of fun. I couldn't wait to mess with everyone's minds. That's me for ya. We walked inside, and walked in front of the gym doors, hearing the muffled DJ's music as we stood there.
"You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
He laced his fingers in my white-gloved hand, and together we pushed the double doors open to face the world together.
The crowd gasped.
"Ready, Helga?"
"Yup."
"I'll be there in 5 minutes."
"Bye."
It was the night of the end of the year formal. I was so excited...what? You think that it is impossible for me, Helga G. Pataki, to be excited to go to a dance? Well, I would have stayed home, if it wasn't for the promise I made with Arnold*.
Anyway, I was ready for some fun. I get to do the thing I loved the most. I was going to mess with people's minds. Confused? Well...
*Ding Dong
You won't be for long.
"Hey Arnold!"
"You look great! That outfit will fool everyone!"
Did I mention it was a costume party?
I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw Arnold behind me looking wide-eyed at my royal purple and gold, high-collared, and very exquisite Renaissance dress. I turned around.
"You don't look so bad yourself."
He looked impressive in his tuxedo. He was obviously the Phantom of the Opera due to the high-collared black cape and white half-mask. That Arnold, so sophisticated, so full of class, so...wonderful.
"Let's go!" And I slipped on my feathered mask, took his hand, and whisked out the door.
"I thought we could go to the dance with a bit of class," Arnold said as I laughed at his bike, that he had gotten painted black.
"How dumb is that?"
"As cheesy as you can get without the smell."
"Whatever."
"Hey, I did this for you. So either get on the back and sit or... we can walk the 2 miles to school."
"Ok, since you worked so hard." I sat on the back of the seat and he sat in front of me and started pedaling.
The black backdrop of night enveloped the city as the moon and the dim streetlights gave little needed light to Hillwood. The stars were shining brightly and I smiled, closed my eyes, and made a wish when I saw a falling star in the distance.
"So..."
"It's really nice out tonight."
"It is."
"Your costume is incredible."
"I could say the same and more about yours. It's so beautiful. It couldn't look better on anyone else."
I blushed. Thank goodness the night hid it...not to mention, I was sitting behind him. He couldn't see me anyway.
"You think anyone will know who you are?"
"Well, no, but I think they won't have a problem guessing who I am."
"That's what you get for being a football head."
I saw moving lights in the distance. They slowly came closer and closer as we approached P.S. 118. We rode the rest of the way in silence. As he locked his bike up on the bike rack on the playground, I secured my mask, preparing for a little bit of fun. I couldn't wait to mess with everyone's minds. That's me for ya. We walked inside, and walked in front of the gym doors, hearing the muffled DJ's music as we stood there.
"You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
He laced his fingers in my white-gloved hand, and together we pushed the double doors open to face the world together.
The crowd gasped.