Hello. I am back. I am sorry about the length of my last chapter, but,
hey. Any way, thanks to all who reply to my stories, you help me a ton! I
don't own anything having to do or related to HEY ARNOLD! Here is my next
installment. Read and Reply.
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Shrouded by a cloak of hate Riddled by chance Confused by fate A growing Love Hidden by lies You that I love You I despise.
Helga sat down her pen and rested her head on her pillow. She had gotten a room in a small crappy hotel. She flipped through her notebook at the beginnings of several books, plays and poems. Among them 'My Golden Magic Slingshot', a play, 'Mighty Pete', a story, and 'bleu Cheese' a poem. She tossed the notebook across the room and looked out the window. What if Arny had been Arnold? What would she have said to him? Who was his Fiancé? First person to come to mind was Ruth McDoogle. Helga quickly brought down that thought after remembering that one Valentines Day in fourth grade. She pondered. Suddenly, her fist tightly closed around a poor unsuspecting pillow. "Lila." She said in a murderous tone. Lila was the only student (besides Phoebe) at PS 118 that Helga had told about her obsession with Arnold. Give it a week and Lila was all over Arnold like Fat on Harold. Helga had even begun to stand her when Lila drew the last straw. dating Arnold in fifth grade. Helga sank back down into the bed. She sighed into the pillow. She was beginning to really believe that it was a mistake for her to be here. "Man, I am hungry." she said to herself, pulling the pillow away from her face. The sudden change in mood was so. unlike Helga that it surprised her. She thought on it. "Well, I am." she protested to herself. She got up and decided to walk to the nearest corner store for some chips and maybe, just for old time's sake, some pork rinds. The evening wind embraced her as she pulled her long Grey coat tighter around her. She watched her feet as they skipped over the cracks in the sidewalk. She passed a block of cement that had two small handprints. It boasted 'Sid and Stink' She rolled her eyes as she laughed on the inside. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
"Alright, Claye, look.this is where your father and I grew up." Phoebe looked at her son. His face was pressed up against the window. Phoebe smiled as she looked out the window at the buildings passing by. They suddenly passed a figure walking down. Nine out of ten times, Phoebe wouldn't have turned around and actually took a look at the figures walking down the lonely road. This time she did. "Gerald." Gerald didn't hear her. "Gerald! Pull over!" He swiftly swerved to the side of the road. "What is it Phoebes?" Claye was looking around nervously. Phoebe looked in her review mirror, and got out of the car to face the walking figure. "Helga?" asked Phoebe. She hung uneasily between the open door and the car. Gerald got out of the car. "Phoebe?" Helga stood in shock. She smiled. They embraced as best friends again. "Wow, Helga.It has been such a long time!" "Yeah, I-Know." stammered Helga. They heard the car door slam. "Mother.?" Claye stood against the car, still confused. "Oh, Claye, this was my best friend when I was little." 'was' Helga thought. "Helga.this is my son. Claye." Helga bent down so that she was the same size as him. He stuck out his hand. "Claye Arnold Johanson. Glad to meet you." Helga shook his hand and stood. "Arnold Johanson." Helga whispered. Gerald came around from the other side of the car. "Hi, Helga." he said. She smiled. "Hey tall-hair- boy, who's it goin'?" He nodded and smiled. "Pretty good." They gave a quick hug and then stood in a group. "Congratulations on your books Helga." Chimed Phoebe. "Yeah? Y-you heard of 'em?" she asked. She didn't figure Phoebe would be free enough to read anything. Apparently being too busy to invite Helga to her wedding. "Heard of 'em? Helga, this girl checks the sales every day." Gerald laughed. "Bur really. those poems are pretty good." Helga smiled. "So, Phoebes and tall hair boy.hmmm." Phoebe smiled. "I am glad you came Helga. I wasn't sure you would." "Yeah, I didn't think I would come either." Helga laughed. "Mother.does Helga know Uncle Arnold?" Phoebes head shot down and then quickly up to Helga. Helga nodded to Claye. "Yeah, I knew him. Along time ago." There was an uncomfortable silence. Phoebe motioned to Gerald to put Claye in the car. "Helga. Um.Arnold.um." Helga interrupted. "He's getting married. I know." "How much do you know, Helga?" "That's about it Pheebs. Why?" Phoebe shifted in place and was soon joined by Gerald. "Him and Lila are getting married in June." Phoebe blurted. The bluntness of it gave Helga a jolt. "He, um, .proposed to her a about a year ago." said Phoebe. Helga had a tight knot in her throat. She glanced at Gerald. He was looking uncomfortable. How much did he know? "Ill see you tomorrow, Pheebs." said Helga in a choked voice. Phoebe nodded as she held her scarf to her mouth. Gerald shook his head. "C'mon pheebs. lets go." They got in the car and drove to find the boarding house, where they would also be staying.
All right y'all, its getting interesting, no? Well, reply to it and tell me how I am doing. I will write the next chapter tomorrow. Thanks again to all of you who reply to my work. You help me out a ton. -- Ladida (:) (football head)
Shrouded by a cloak of hate Riddled by chance Confused by fate A growing Love Hidden by lies You that I love You I despise.
Helga sat down her pen and rested her head on her pillow. She had gotten a room in a small crappy hotel. She flipped through her notebook at the beginnings of several books, plays and poems. Among them 'My Golden Magic Slingshot', a play, 'Mighty Pete', a story, and 'bleu Cheese' a poem. She tossed the notebook across the room and looked out the window. What if Arny had been Arnold? What would she have said to him? Who was his Fiancé? First person to come to mind was Ruth McDoogle. Helga quickly brought down that thought after remembering that one Valentines Day in fourth grade. She pondered. Suddenly, her fist tightly closed around a poor unsuspecting pillow. "Lila." She said in a murderous tone. Lila was the only student (besides Phoebe) at PS 118 that Helga had told about her obsession with Arnold. Give it a week and Lila was all over Arnold like Fat on Harold. Helga had even begun to stand her when Lila drew the last straw. dating Arnold in fifth grade. Helga sank back down into the bed. She sighed into the pillow. She was beginning to really believe that it was a mistake for her to be here. "Man, I am hungry." she said to herself, pulling the pillow away from her face. The sudden change in mood was so. unlike Helga that it surprised her. She thought on it. "Well, I am." she protested to herself. She got up and decided to walk to the nearest corner store for some chips and maybe, just for old time's sake, some pork rinds. The evening wind embraced her as she pulled her long Grey coat tighter around her. She watched her feet as they skipped over the cracks in the sidewalk. She passed a block of cement that had two small handprints. It boasted 'Sid and Stink' She rolled her eyes as she laughed on the inside. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
"Alright, Claye, look.this is where your father and I grew up." Phoebe looked at her son. His face was pressed up against the window. Phoebe smiled as she looked out the window at the buildings passing by. They suddenly passed a figure walking down. Nine out of ten times, Phoebe wouldn't have turned around and actually took a look at the figures walking down the lonely road. This time she did. "Gerald." Gerald didn't hear her. "Gerald! Pull over!" He swiftly swerved to the side of the road. "What is it Phoebes?" Claye was looking around nervously. Phoebe looked in her review mirror, and got out of the car to face the walking figure. "Helga?" asked Phoebe. She hung uneasily between the open door and the car. Gerald got out of the car. "Phoebe?" Helga stood in shock. She smiled. They embraced as best friends again. "Wow, Helga.It has been such a long time!" "Yeah, I-Know." stammered Helga. They heard the car door slam. "Mother.?" Claye stood against the car, still confused. "Oh, Claye, this was my best friend when I was little." 'was' Helga thought. "Helga.this is my son. Claye." Helga bent down so that she was the same size as him. He stuck out his hand. "Claye Arnold Johanson. Glad to meet you." Helga shook his hand and stood. "Arnold Johanson." Helga whispered. Gerald came around from the other side of the car. "Hi, Helga." he said. She smiled. "Hey tall-hair- boy, who's it goin'?" He nodded and smiled. "Pretty good." They gave a quick hug and then stood in a group. "Congratulations on your books Helga." Chimed Phoebe. "Yeah? Y-you heard of 'em?" she asked. She didn't figure Phoebe would be free enough to read anything. Apparently being too busy to invite Helga to her wedding. "Heard of 'em? Helga, this girl checks the sales every day." Gerald laughed. "Bur really. those poems are pretty good." Helga smiled. "So, Phoebes and tall hair boy.hmmm." Phoebe smiled. "I am glad you came Helga. I wasn't sure you would." "Yeah, I didn't think I would come either." Helga laughed. "Mother.does Helga know Uncle Arnold?" Phoebes head shot down and then quickly up to Helga. Helga nodded to Claye. "Yeah, I knew him. Along time ago." There was an uncomfortable silence. Phoebe motioned to Gerald to put Claye in the car. "Helga. Um.Arnold.um." Helga interrupted. "He's getting married. I know." "How much do you know, Helga?" "That's about it Pheebs. Why?" Phoebe shifted in place and was soon joined by Gerald. "Him and Lila are getting married in June." Phoebe blurted. The bluntness of it gave Helga a jolt. "He, um, .proposed to her a about a year ago." said Phoebe. Helga had a tight knot in her throat. She glanced at Gerald. He was looking uncomfortable. How much did he know? "Ill see you tomorrow, Pheebs." said Helga in a choked voice. Phoebe nodded as she held her scarf to her mouth. Gerald shook his head. "C'mon pheebs. lets go." They got in the car and drove to find the boarding house, where they would also be staying.
All right y'all, its getting interesting, no? Well, reply to it and tell me how I am doing. I will write the next chapter tomorrow. Thanks again to all of you who reply to my work. You help me out a ton. -- Ladida (:) (football head)