a/n: hey peoples. this, to be blatantly honest, is my first ever HA! fic
and i dont know if its good or bad or depressing or stupid or what but i've
been reading a heck of a lot of them lately and so i thought i may as well
give it a go myself. TELL IF LIKE. in otherwords, review please!
**disclaimer** Me no own Hey Arnold!...yet.
***summery*** (as if you didn't read it before)
Arnold thinks Helga's destroyed something which was going to play a key role in his life. However, 4 years later, summer after The Gang's graduated from jr. high school, he finally figures out he's made a big mistake, which (like all HA! plots) leads to the adventure of a lifetime for Arnold, Helga, and the rest of The Gang.
a/n (again!): just to chat, the poem/song at the beginning is one my bff has recently written for her band and it just reminded me sorta of helga. welp, sorry to keep you waiting! enjoy! review! read!
chapter one. Prologue
"I don't wanna be the one.
The one who's always left behind.
Will there ever come a day?
When I can turn around and say,
It's alright now.
It's alright now,
Yeah, yeah.
It's all right now.
I don't wanna be the one.
The one who's left undone.
Loosing more and more,
And dream of everything,
Falling down,
I'll go see through in the sun,
Sayin', it's alright now.
It's alright now,
Yeah, yeah...
It's all right now.
Waiting, watching,
Restoration for those who stay,
Waving to those who walk away.
I don't wanna be the one.
If I could only see it,
If I could only feel it,
Will there ever come a day?
It's alright now.
It's alright now,
Yeah, yeah...
It's all right now.
*~*
"What's wrong with her?"
"What did you do?!"
"What's wrong with her?! What's wrong with him you mean!"
Millions of voice rushed and swirled together behind the girl as she hurled herself down the street, away from the Sunset Arms, away from the staring bystanders. Away from him.
Tears flooded from her eyes, stinging them red and flowing down her cheeks in torrents. Only one part of her mind was still devoted to reason, one little voice which could really barely be heard behind the tears and the yells and the pain. Funny. That voice used to rule her mind.
Ha ha. Funny.
Ducking into the old Spumoni theatre, flying past the sign which proclaimed it "a historical landmark", she finally stopped and collapsed into sobbing to the floor. Why was everything so ugly suddenly? Everybody hated her...they hated her before, they'd always hate her...
And now Arnold hated her.
Arnold.
The name brought a whole new batch of tears streaming down her face. Arnold. Arnold hated her. Arnold really hated her. Emphasizes on hate. He'd said so! He'd said so himself that he hated her; nothing could stop the words from flashing back again and again in her mind.
"Helga, I never thought I'd ever say this about anyone in my life...but Helga Pataki, I HATE YOU."
She didn't know. She hadn't known.
But how could that matter? It was still her fault, her fault he hated her. Her nasty, mocking Helga-ish-ness had gone too far...had come back and taken the strong vengeance on her she knew was coming in the back of her mind.
Her head hurt.
"I HATE YOU."
He hated her.
Just thinking about the words made her sob even more. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," she'd chanted as a toddler. Well, words did hurt. Too much.
Suddenly everything snapped back into focus; everything replayed itself for her, every smell, every color, every detail fresh as if it was still happening. The paper, not mysterious, not seemingly important in any way, wrinkled and lined and smelling of however-it-was that paper always seemed to smell...The ripping, hearing the paper split in two, in four, in six, in eight pieces...The laughing, the thinking she'd successfully destroyed his science homework or love note to Lila or whatever it had been...Then the yelling, the running, the crying, the flushed face of her beloved as he screamed at her about the apparent importance of the paper, about how she'd successfully ruined his life. Then the hating. Then the crying again. Then the running, running away this time, not following. Then the voices, the bewildered bystanders behind them.
And then she was here.
Helga had stopped crying. Helga didn't cry, after all, or that's what she told herself long enough to believe it. She'd made someone really hate her. Really, truly hate her.
Helga Pataki walked out of the theatre and began the long track towards "home", ignoring the stares of the people along the way.
*~*
a/n: i know i know extremely short but it's the prologue and what i consider test run of the story. and sorry sorry sorry that it was SO depressing! i guarantee the whole story isn't like that. some chaps'll be quite humorous! some will be sad! some will be angst and some will be romantic and some will be...ahem; well; anyway. if you review and say you like, i'll continue! it's that simple!! oh, and flames will be used for french toast.
YOU REVIEW. ME WRITE. unga bunga.
till later, keep a mild groove on;
catwoman (formerly known as rock-steady13)
**disclaimer** Me no own Hey Arnold!...yet.
***summery*** (as if you didn't read it before)
Arnold thinks Helga's destroyed something which was going to play a key role in his life. However, 4 years later, summer after The Gang's graduated from jr. high school, he finally figures out he's made a big mistake, which (like all HA! plots) leads to the adventure of a lifetime for Arnold, Helga, and the rest of The Gang.
a/n (again!): just to chat, the poem/song at the beginning is one my bff has recently written for her band and it just reminded me sorta of helga. welp, sorry to keep you waiting! enjoy! review! read!
chapter one. Prologue
"I don't wanna be the one.
The one who's always left behind.
Will there ever come a day?
When I can turn around and say,
It's alright now.
It's alright now,
Yeah, yeah.
It's all right now.
I don't wanna be the one.
The one who's left undone.
Loosing more and more,
And dream of everything,
Falling down,
I'll go see through in the sun,
Sayin', it's alright now.
It's alright now,
Yeah, yeah...
It's all right now.
Waiting, watching,
Restoration for those who stay,
Waving to those who walk away.
I don't wanna be the one.
If I could only see it,
If I could only feel it,
Will there ever come a day?
It's alright now.
It's alright now,
Yeah, yeah...
It's all right now.
*~*
"What's wrong with her?"
"What did you do?!"
"What's wrong with her?! What's wrong with him you mean!"
Millions of voice rushed and swirled together behind the girl as she hurled herself down the street, away from the Sunset Arms, away from the staring bystanders. Away from him.
Tears flooded from her eyes, stinging them red and flowing down her cheeks in torrents. Only one part of her mind was still devoted to reason, one little voice which could really barely be heard behind the tears and the yells and the pain. Funny. That voice used to rule her mind.
Ha ha. Funny.
Ducking into the old Spumoni theatre, flying past the sign which proclaimed it "a historical landmark", she finally stopped and collapsed into sobbing to the floor. Why was everything so ugly suddenly? Everybody hated her...they hated her before, they'd always hate her...
And now Arnold hated her.
Arnold.
The name brought a whole new batch of tears streaming down her face. Arnold. Arnold hated her. Arnold really hated her. Emphasizes on hate. He'd said so! He'd said so himself that he hated her; nothing could stop the words from flashing back again and again in her mind.
"Helga, I never thought I'd ever say this about anyone in my life...but Helga Pataki, I HATE YOU."
She didn't know. She hadn't known.
But how could that matter? It was still her fault, her fault he hated her. Her nasty, mocking Helga-ish-ness had gone too far...had come back and taken the strong vengeance on her she knew was coming in the back of her mind.
Her head hurt.
"I HATE YOU."
He hated her.
Just thinking about the words made her sob even more. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words'll never hurt me," she'd chanted as a toddler. Well, words did hurt. Too much.
Suddenly everything snapped back into focus; everything replayed itself for her, every smell, every color, every detail fresh as if it was still happening. The paper, not mysterious, not seemingly important in any way, wrinkled and lined and smelling of however-it-was that paper always seemed to smell...The ripping, hearing the paper split in two, in four, in six, in eight pieces...The laughing, the thinking she'd successfully destroyed his science homework or love note to Lila or whatever it had been...Then the yelling, the running, the crying, the flushed face of her beloved as he screamed at her about the apparent importance of the paper, about how she'd successfully ruined his life. Then the hating. Then the crying again. Then the running, running away this time, not following. Then the voices, the bewildered bystanders behind them.
And then she was here.
Helga had stopped crying. Helga didn't cry, after all, or that's what she told herself long enough to believe it. She'd made someone really hate her. Really, truly hate her.
Helga Pataki walked out of the theatre and began the long track towards "home", ignoring the stares of the people along the way.
*~*
a/n: i know i know extremely short but it's the prologue and what i consider test run of the story. and sorry sorry sorry that it was SO depressing! i guarantee the whole story isn't like that. some chaps'll be quite humorous! some will be sad! some will be angst and some will be romantic and some will be...ahem; well; anyway. if you review and say you like, i'll continue! it's that simple!! oh, and flames will be used for french toast.
YOU REVIEW. ME WRITE. unga bunga.
till later, keep a mild groove on;
catwoman (formerly known as rock-steady13)