Chapter twooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I don't own Hey Arnold. Or maybe I do. Maybe I own HA in a parallel universe. Yeah.
I slowly backed away from Rhonda. She smirked.
"So! Little Helga has been covering up her feelings all this time! This is interesting!" she quipped.
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. On an impulse I rushed foreward, and started to grab Rhonda's shirt. "You little..." Instead of yelling, she smiled sweetly.
I let go fast, as if I had been burned.
"Helga, Helga." she said. "You would'nt want the school to know, would you?"
I raised an eyebrow. Or, my eybrow, rather. I really need some tweezers...
She continued. "If you attack me again, I could just let your little secret out....hmmmm?"
I shuddered.
"I'll make a deal, Helga."
She stuck out her hand.
"If you do whatever I tell you for five months, I won't tell."
I was so close to jumping on her. I felt like a caged animal gone insane. I dug my toes into my shoe, and clutched the ends of my dress.
Rhonda's smile flickered. "Oh Ahhhhhrrnol-" I cut her off, and stuck out my hand.
She shook it.
"Ciao, Doll!" she yelled, while trotting down the hall.
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Later that night, Bob, Miriam, and Olga (who was home for the holidays. Uck.) All stood around their recently finished christmas tree.
"Oh Daddy!" Olga chirped. "It's beautiful! All our hard work has paid off!"
Bob grinned. "Eeeeee-yup! But Olga, you really did help us with this! I mean, what other kid could whip up an angel outta newspaper, tape, and old socks? Yeah!"
I rolled my eyes. Personally, I love Christmas. But Olga....makes it a soap opera. Or a bad sitcom.
"Oooooh.....Ooooolga, we're just soooo happy you're heeeereee..." Miriam said, in a that lazy way of hers, drawing out the vowels.
Gosh. They can be so....perfect. I would much rather be watching Wrestlemania, and I know my dad would too. Oh, wait! No, he would'nt! Why? Oh, his darling firstborn is here! Yes, and the world is a happy, lovely place, and the trees are made of candy, and every boy with a football-shaped head loves every girl with a big pink bow!
Ha. I wish.
I flopped onto my bed. "Rrrrrrhondaaa-aa-aa-aa....." I bleated out, like a sheep.
The reality suddenly sunk in. What the heck was Rhonda going to make me do? Chores? Homework? Man.....This was annoying.
I rolled over onto my side. There was only one thing that would calm me down now....
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(A/N Wait! can you guess what it is!??)
(oh, whatever!)
The feathers on my headress flopped onto the page of my notebook. "Oh, Arnold...The love of my dreams. Your hair is like the morning sunrise, your eyes like the sea, your teeth-"
Waitaminit! Teeth? That's just plain weird.
I sat in front of my Arnold shrine. "Ohhhhh.....Arnold. Will you ever be mine? You will see through Lila's devious disguise eventually...and realize that I! Helga! That I am your TRUE love!" I yelled the last words, and jumped into the air as I said them. My foot caught onto my closet door, and my headress flopped onto my eyes. my telephone came down with me, and the cord snaked around my head.
Miriam opened the door.
I glared at her. She left.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:NEXT DAY-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
I slowly walked into the classroom, scanning for signs of Rhonda. Mr Simmons wasn't there yet. I looked over to Pheobe. She shot me a glance, eyes wide.
Uh oh.
Rhonda was heading towards me, with a stack of papers.
She dropped them on my desk.
"Heeeeeeelgah!" she said shortly. "This is my homework. And a list of the things I must go out to buy for Christmas. And a list of my various pets, and the care and keeping of them. I expect you to be at my house no later than three thirty today!"
My jaw hit the floor I'm sure. Who did she think was?
"Rhonda, You....Do you really think I'm going to do your dirty work??!!!"
"Uh, uh, uh, Helga! You would'nt want your seeeeeeeeecret out!" hissed Rhonda.
The whole class leaned towards where I stood.
"Awright...Rhonda....Fine....If you...." I growled through my clamped-shut teeth.
Mr. Simmons walked into the classroom. "Who's ready to do some very special learning today??"
Rhonda was, that was for sure.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: OUTSIDE RHONDA's HOUSE-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
Wow. Rhonda's house was quite the shack. It was a gleaming white town house, with three balconies, each holding back an avalanche of flowers.
I catiously knocked on the door.
Rhonda swept the door open, and ushered me in. "Helga! Oh, you should get right to work! I know Arnold's phone number!"
"Alright!" I yelled. She led me up her sweeping, spiral staircase, past french paintings, and tennis trophies, and greek statues. She stopped in front of a light blue door, and flung it open. I gasped.
Amidst the huge dollhouse, walk-in closet, super chi-chi decorations, and the canopy bed, sat at least 14 cats.
This was going to be a fun day.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to update....REVIEW!!! i know it was shoooort..........
I don't own Hey Arnold. Or maybe I do. Maybe I own HA in a parallel universe. Yeah.
I slowly backed away from Rhonda. She smirked.
"So! Little Helga has been covering up her feelings all this time! This is interesting!" she quipped.
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. On an impulse I rushed foreward, and started to grab Rhonda's shirt. "You little..." Instead of yelling, she smiled sweetly.
I let go fast, as if I had been burned.
"Helga, Helga." she said. "You would'nt want the school to know, would you?"
I raised an eyebrow. Or, my eybrow, rather. I really need some tweezers...
She continued. "If you attack me again, I could just let your little secret out....hmmmm?"
I shuddered.
"I'll make a deal, Helga."
She stuck out her hand.
"If you do whatever I tell you for five months, I won't tell."
I was so close to jumping on her. I felt like a caged animal gone insane. I dug my toes into my shoe, and clutched the ends of my dress.
Rhonda's smile flickered. "Oh Ahhhhhrrnol-" I cut her off, and stuck out my hand.
She shook it.
"Ciao, Doll!" she yelled, while trotting down the hall.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
Later that night, Bob, Miriam, and Olga (who was home for the holidays. Uck.) All stood around their recently finished christmas tree.
"Oh Daddy!" Olga chirped. "It's beautiful! All our hard work has paid off!"
Bob grinned. "Eeeeee-yup! But Olga, you really did help us with this! I mean, what other kid could whip up an angel outta newspaper, tape, and old socks? Yeah!"
I rolled my eyes. Personally, I love Christmas. But Olga....makes it a soap opera. Or a bad sitcom.
"Oooooh.....Ooooolga, we're just soooo happy you're heeeereee..." Miriam said, in a that lazy way of hers, drawing out the vowels.
Gosh. They can be so....perfect. I would much rather be watching Wrestlemania, and I know my dad would too. Oh, wait! No, he would'nt! Why? Oh, his darling firstborn is here! Yes, and the world is a happy, lovely place, and the trees are made of candy, and every boy with a football-shaped head loves every girl with a big pink bow!
Ha. I wish.
I flopped onto my bed. "Rrrrrrhondaaa-aa-aa-aa....." I bleated out, like a sheep.
The reality suddenly sunk in. What the heck was Rhonda going to make me do? Chores? Homework? Man.....This was annoying.
I rolled over onto my side. There was only one thing that would calm me down now....
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
(A/N Wait! can you guess what it is!??)
(oh, whatever!)
The feathers on my headress flopped onto the page of my notebook. "Oh, Arnold...The love of my dreams. Your hair is like the morning sunrise, your eyes like the sea, your teeth-"
Waitaminit! Teeth? That's just plain weird.
I sat in front of my Arnold shrine. "Ohhhhh.....Arnold. Will you ever be mine? You will see through Lila's devious disguise eventually...and realize that I! Helga! That I am your TRUE love!" I yelled the last words, and jumped into the air as I said them. My foot caught onto my closet door, and my headress flopped onto my eyes. my telephone came down with me, and the cord snaked around my head.
Miriam opened the door.
I glared at her. She left.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:NEXT DAY-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
I slowly walked into the classroom, scanning for signs of Rhonda. Mr Simmons wasn't there yet. I looked over to Pheobe. She shot me a glance, eyes wide.
Uh oh.
Rhonda was heading towards me, with a stack of papers.
She dropped them on my desk.
"Heeeeeeelgah!" she said shortly. "This is my homework. And a list of the things I must go out to buy for Christmas. And a list of my various pets, and the care and keeping of them. I expect you to be at my house no later than three thirty today!"
My jaw hit the floor I'm sure. Who did she think was?
"Rhonda, You....Do you really think I'm going to do your dirty work??!!!"
"Uh, uh, uh, Helga! You would'nt want your seeeeeeeeecret out!" hissed Rhonda.
The whole class leaned towards where I stood.
"Awright...Rhonda....Fine....If you...." I growled through my clamped-shut teeth.
Mr. Simmons walked into the classroom. "Who's ready to do some very special learning today??"
Rhonda was, that was for sure.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: OUTSIDE RHONDA's HOUSE-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
Wow. Rhonda's house was quite the shack. It was a gleaming white town house, with three balconies, each holding back an avalanche of flowers.
I catiously knocked on the door.
Rhonda swept the door open, and ushered me in. "Helga! Oh, you should get right to work! I know Arnold's phone number!"
"Alright!" I yelled. She led me up her sweeping, spiral staircase, past french paintings, and tennis trophies, and greek statues. She stopped in front of a light blue door, and flung it open. I gasped.
Amidst the huge dollhouse, walk-in closet, super chi-chi decorations, and the canopy bed, sat at least 14 cats.
This was going to be a fun day.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to update....REVIEW!!! i know it was shoooort..........