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"Thank you Miss." Said the store clerk, Helga took her soda out of her little paper bag and threw the bag in the trash. She began her walk down the street. When she got to the hotel, she passed a depressed looking bum and tossed him a buck. She opened the hotel door and slid inside as she flicked on the light. It gave the room a strange yellowish color. Her notebook lay open at the foot of her bed.
She looked at the book. Full of poems and stories of love. "Love." she scoffed to herself. She felt a wave of rage race through her at the thought of Arnold. She recalled the many times she had secretly helped him. And what had he done for her? The rage flooded through her, causing her to squeeze her bottle of Yahoo soda all over her hand. "Damn it." she swore. Her breath was rigid with frustration. She suddenly rounded on the notebook.
She let the soda fall to the floor as she walked over to her bed. She opened the notebook and grabbed a handful of paper, ripping it out. She tore faster and faster till the muscles in her arm tired, and the remnants of her notebook lay scattered on the floor. She sat exhausted on her bed. Unwanted tears stinging her face.
"Hey man!" Arnold opened the door wide at the sound of Gerald's voice. "Hey Gerald." Arnold laughed as they tried to do their handshake. "How's it been?" Asked Gerald, patting Arnold on the back. Arnold donned a nervous smile. "Um.okay." he stammered. "Nice to see you, Arnold." Said Phoebe as Claye hung close to her leg. Arnold smiled, then looked down to where Claye was. "And, who is this?" said Arnold, teasing. Claye giggled. "Oh, come on." said Gerald. "You weren't shy at all when we ran into Helga." Arnold looked up. "You ran into Helga?" asked Arnold. "Yeah." "So she is coming?" "Yeah, I think so." Phoebe, suddenly excited about the subject, cut in with: "Arnold, have you read either of her books?" Arnold smiled. "Yeah." He was cut off, however, by a hand on his shoulder. "Oh." said Phoebe. " Hi Lila." Lila smiled and turned to Arnold. "Arnold, why didn't you come and get me when they arrived? Really, Arnold, their my friends too." She hugged them a Lila-ish Hello and they went off into the kitchen, where they could sit and talk. Upon entering the kitchen, Arnold caught the 'ever so strange' smile that Lila flashed at Arny. Arny snorted as he asked what they would like to drink. They all ordered and began to talk about what they had been up to in the past two years. Claye, now not as shy, was boasting how he was the only first grader that had ever been allowed to participate in the science faire.
" Why, Rhonda! How nice to see you! Herald! Hello!" Lorenzo walked briskly over the very shiny marble floor of his newest hotel. "Well," he asked. "How do you like it?" Rhonda and the girls nodded their approval as Herald enquisited about the cafeteria. "They are located on every one of the 83 floors. You, I believe, are to be in the 23rd floor, no?" Rhonda checked her brochure. "Yes, in fact. Girls, get your suit cases and hand them to that nice bell hop over there." The girls nodded and carried their suitcases to a young, very pimply, man wearing a box-hat. "So." Said Lorenzo, clapping his hands and startling Herald, "A shuttle will transport us to PS 118. It will leave at 9:00. I will send a 'help' to get you when it is preparing to leave." Rhonda smiled. "That would be tre- manifique. Wouldn't it Harold?" No response. She turned and looked around. "Oh, where is he." Anya tugged at her mothers skirt. "He said." she announced. "He said he was going to get started on the cafeterias. Tenni went with him."
All right you guys. tomorrow is the Big Day! The Reunion! Reply to me. Ill write the next chapter, 'The Reunion' tomorrow. Ladida
"Thank you Miss." Said the store clerk, Helga took her soda out of her little paper bag and threw the bag in the trash. She began her walk down the street. When she got to the hotel, she passed a depressed looking bum and tossed him a buck. She opened the hotel door and slid inside as she flicked on the light. It gave the room a strange yellowish color. Her notebook lay open at the foot of her bed.
She looked at the book. Full of poems and stories of love. "Love." she scoffed to herself. She felt a wave of rage race through her at the thought of Arnold. She recalled the many times she had secretly helped him. And what had he done for her? The rage flooded through her, causing her to squeeze her bottle of Yahoo soda all over her hand. "Damn it." she swore. Her breath was rigid with frustration. She suddenly rounded on the notebook.
She let the soda fall to the floor as she walked over to her bed. She opened the notebook and grabbed a handful of paper, ripping it out. She tore faster and faster till the muscles in her arm tired, and the remnants of her notebook lay scattered on the floor. She sat exhausted on her bed. Unwanted tears stinging her face.
"Hey man!" Arnold opened the door wide at the sound of Gerald's voice. "Hey Gerald." Arnold laughed as they tried to do their handshake. "How's it been?" Asked Gerald, patting Arnold on the back. Arnold donned a nervous smile. "Um.okay." he stammered. "Nice to see you, Arnold." Said Phoebe as Claye hung close to her leg. Arnold smiled, then looked down to where Claye was. "And, who is this?" said Arnold, teasing. Claye giggled. "Oh, come on." said Gerald. "You weren't shy at all when we ran into Helga." Arnold looked up. "You ran into Helga?" asked Arnold. "Yeah." "So she is coming?" "Yeah, I think so." Phoebe, suddenly excited about the subject, cut in with: "Arnold, have you read either of her books?" Arnold smiled. "Yeah." He was cut off, however, by a hand on his shoulder. "Oh." said Phoebe. " Hi Lila." Lila smiled and turned to Arnold. "Arnold, why didn't you come and get me when they arrived? Really, Arnold, their my friends too." She hugged them a Lila-ish Hello and they went off into the kitchen, where they could sit and talk. Upon entering the kitchen, Arnold caught the 'ever so strange' smile that Lila flashed at Arny. Arny snorted as he asked what they would like to drink. They all ordered and began to talk about what they had been up to in the past two years. Claye, now not as shy, was boasting how he was the only first grader that had ever been allowed to participate in the science faire.
" Why, Rhonda! How nice to see you! Herald! Hello!" Lorenzo walked briskly over the very shiny marble floor of his newest hotel. "Well," he asked. "How do you like it?" Rhonda and the girls nodded their approval as Herald enquisited about the cafeteria. "They are located on every one of the 83 floors. You, I believe, are to be in the 23rd floor, no?" Rhonda checked her brochure. "Yes, in fact. Girls, get your suit cases and hand them to that nice bell hop over there." The girls nodded and carried their suitcases to a young, very pimply, man wearing a box-hat. "So." Said Lorenzo, clapping his hands and startling Herald, "A shuttle will transport us to PS 118. It will leave at 9:00. I will send a 'help' to get you when it is preparing to leave." Rhonda smiled. "That would be tre- manifique. Wouldn't it Harold?" No response. She turned and looked around. "Oh, where is he." Anya tugged at her mothers skirt. "He said." she announced. "He said he was going to get started on the cafeterias. Tenni went with him."
All right you guys. tomorrow is the Big Day! The Reunion! Reply to me. Ill write the next chapter, 'The Reunion' tomorrow. Ladida