****** ITS CHAPPER um... *checks* oh ya, CHAPPER 4! woohoo, the farthest I've ever written a story so far! well, read, review, run away screaming, do what you wish, im just here for the snacks ^.^******
Put Two and Two Together, Ch 4
by Tano
Disclaimer: um... hi... i... am... nothing. Thank you.
The next day school was open, much to everyone's dismay. Many sat in the car, waiting in the long line to the entrance of the school. Alot of paranoid parents were driving their kids to school that day. Or, in Arnold's case, grandparents. He just managed to get out of the car and into school in time for class.
Upon his entering Mr. Simmons' classroom, everyone stopped their conversations. All eyes were fixed on Arnold as he nervously took his seat. A sort of pity look came from everyone. He wasn't sure how to react to this.
The late bell rang and Mr. Simmons cleared his throat, "Good morning, class." he said solomnly, "Today we are missing a very special student in our class." he took a deep breath and continued, " She was shot in the head by a... a not so special person. This sick person tried to..."
Mr. Simmons voice was blocked out by Arnold's thoughts. What about the fact that Helga saved him? Didn't she deserve any credit for that? The way they talked about her, like she was an innocent victim and nothing more angered him. She was a hero, and she deserved to be honored, not felt sorry for. Helga never got any credit for the good things that she did. When they had saved the neighborhood, who got the praise and thanks of the city? Not Helga. Many of the kids in thier class wouldn't have been able to live here had it not been for her. And now she had saved him as well. She risked her life for him, and nobody recognised this.
Arnold clutched his pencil tightly in his other hand, completely unaware that he was doing it. When it broke, his silence did as well.
"What about Helga!" he shouted and stood up.
"Arnold..." Mr. Simmons said timidly, "Could you please sit down?"
"No, Mr. Simmons. I have something important to say."
"Well... alright then." the teacher backed down.
Arnold glared at the class, hating the sad looks on their faces. "Do you remember when Gerald and I saved the neighborhood?" he asked and many of the other kids nodded, confused as to where he was getting with this, "Well, we got all the praise and whatever from you guys, but you know what? WE didn't do ANYTHING!"
Gerald stood up, "Wait a minute, Arnold, what are you talking about?"
"Helga did it all! SHE was "Deep Voice"! Without her help, we couldn't have saved the neighborhood! We wouldn't have even known where to begin!"
Gerald raised an eyebrow, "So THAT's why she appeared all of a sudden!" he exclaimed, thinking aloud, and sat back down.
Arnold nodded and continued, "And yesterday morning, she pushed me out of the way of a bullet! That guy meant to kill ME, but Helga got in the way! Who even knows if she's gonna live! But
"Um... no?" Harold piped up.
does she get any credit for this? Do you thank her?"
"Um... no?" Harold piped up.
"That was rhetorical!" Arnold snapped at the boy.
"Ruh-who?"
"Oh, forget it!" he went back to what he was talking about, " All you people ever notice is the bully! You don't really know who she is! I know what she's like! I've seen it! Helga is one of the greatest people in the world, but you don't give her a chance! Well, I'm not going to be like you! If I ever see her again, I'm going to thank her for everything she's ever done, and you should too, you ingrates!" he sat back down, angry at everyone.
The rest of the morning Arnold wouldn't talk to anyone. He did nothing but sit staring angrily at his cast, completely motionless at his desk.
The lunch bell rang and he remained immobile.
Gerald saw that he wasn't coming, and poked his best friend on the shoulder, "Hey, Arnold?" he said softly.
"What?" Arnold asked sounding perturbed and annoyed.
"It's time for lunch, man." Gerald backed up a bit, "Sheesh, Arnold, she's really getting to you isn't she?"
He sighed, picked up his things and the two boys walked to Arnold's locker. "Sorry Gerald, I'm not feeling very well... me today. I guess Helga is sort of getting to me."
Gerald helped him open his locker, "No problem, but why?"
He put his books inside, "I have no idea... I mean, she saved me and all, but for some reason I feel... oh, I don't know... more attatched to her or something. But I don't think it's just because of what happened. I can't explain it. It's like, I've felt something, I don't know what, but now I feel it more." he shut the locker and they headed to the cafeteria.
"What?" Gerald looked at him funny, "You're not making any sence."
Arnold sighed again, "I know I'm not. Nothing makes sence to me anymore, Gerald. Nothing."
"Yeah, I guess." Gerald said absent-mindedly. They sat down at their usual table and he started looking at something else. Without saying anything, he walked over to an almost empty table where Phoebe was sitting and began to talk to her, leaving Arnold to sit alone. Not that he minded, he was too busy thinking about Helga to care.
Gerald soon returned with Phoebe and he sat on the other side of the table, across from Arnold.
Arnold looked up and saw Phoebe standing next to him. Her eyes were puffy and red and she looked as though she hadn't slept at all. Why was she just standing there?
Suddenly Phoebe hugged him and began to cry. "Oh Arnold!" she sobbed.
He wasn't sure what to do. Should he say something? Should he move? Should he hug her back? "Um... what?" he asked after a few moments.
And once again she surprised him, and pushed him off of his seat onto the floor, "You're such an idiot, Arnold! For someone who's so smart and wise and gives out such great advice, you are a complete idiot!" she was yelling pretty loudly and everyone was looking at her, but she took no notice of them.
He scrambled back up, "What are you talking about, Phoebe?"
"You still don't get it, do you Arnold?" she yelled.
"Get what? I don't understand!" he was scared. Phoebe had never yelled at him before. She was usually so quiet and sweet. It seemed that Arnold wasn't the only one acting strangely today.
"Do you know WHY she saved you?"
"Not really..." he winced, afraid of what she may do next.
"IT'S BECAUSE... she.. SHE..." Phoebe screamed in frustration and left.
"Pheobes!" Gerald ran after her, "Wait up!"
Arnold remained alone for a while, still clueless, dense as usual. All he knew was, he couldn't wait for the day to be over.
****** ok, i know, still no Helga... I promise, she's in the next Chapper! Girl Scouts Honor (though, heh, i only went to Brownies in 1st grade... and then they kicked me out... -.-")! OK, if you don know whats goin on (yer as dense as Arnold, haha) here it is: Arnold doesnt have a clue about anything. Everyone else does (well, almost).******
******Yeah, this is probably gonna be one of THOSE kinds of stories... we'll all see what happens, wont we? REVIEW PLEASE! I LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!******
Put Two and Two Together, Ch 4
by Tano
Disclaimer: um... hi... i... am... nothing. Thank you.
The next day school was open, much to everyone's dismay. Many sat in the car, waiting in the long line to the entrance of the school. Alot of paranoid parents were driving their kids to school that day. Or, in Arnold's case, grandparents. He just managed to get out of the car and into school in time for class.
Upon his entering Mr. Simmons' classroom, everyone stopped their conversations. All eyes were fixed on Arnold as he nervously took his seat. A sort of pity look came from everyone. He wasn't sure how to react to this.
The late bell rang and Mr. Simmons cleared his throat, "Good morning, class." he said solomnly, "Today we are missing a very special student in our class." he took a deep breath and continued, " She was shot in the head by a... a not so special person. This sick person tried to..."
Mr. Simmons voice was blocked out by Arnold's thoughts. What about the fact that Helga saved him? Didn't she deserve any credit for that? The way they talked about her, like she was an innocent victim and nothing more angered him. She was a hero, and she deserved to be honored, not felt sorry for. Helga never got any credit for the good things that she did. When they had saved the neighborhood, who got the praise and thanks of the city? Not Helga. Many of the kids in thier class wouldn't have been able to live here had it not been for her. And now she had saved him as well. She risked her life for him, and nobody recognised this.
Arnold clutched his pencil tightly in his other hand, completely unaware that he was doing it. When it broke, his silence did as well.
"What about Helga!" he shouted and stood up.
"Arnold..." Mr. Simmons said timidly, "Could you please sit down?"
"No, Mr. Simmons. I have something important to say."
"Well... alright then." the teacher backed down.
Arnold glared at the class, hating the sad looks on their faces. "Do you remember when Gerald and I saved the neighborhood?" he asked and many of the other kids nodded, confused as to where he was getting with this, "Well, we got all the praise and whatever from you guys, but you know what? WE didn't do ANYTHING!"
Gerald stood up, "Wait a minute, Arnold, what are you talking about?"
"Helga did it all! SHE was "Deep Voice"! Without her help, we couldn't have saved the neighborhood! We wouldn't have even known where to begin!"
Gerald raised an eyebrow, "So THAT's why she appeared all of a sudden!" he exclaimed, thinking aloud, and sat back down.
Arnold nodded and continued, "And yesterday morning, she pushed me out of the way of a bullet! That guy meant to kill ME, but Helga got in the way! Who even knows if she's gonna live! But
"Um... no?" Harold piped up.
does she get any credit for this? Do you thank her?"
"Um... no?" Harold piped up.
"That was rhetorical!" Arnold snapped at the boy.
"Ruh-who?"
"Oh, forget it!" he went back to what he was talking about, " All you people ever notice is the bully! You don't really know who she is! I know what she's like! I've seen it! Helga is one of the greatest people in the world, but you don't give her a chance! Well, I'm not going to be like you! If I ever see her again, I'm going to thank her for everything she's ever done, and you should too, you ingrates!" he sat back down, angry at everyone.
The rest of the morning Arnold wouldn't talk to anyone. He did nothing but sit staring angrily at his cast, completely motionless at his desk.
The lunch bell rang and he remained immobile.
Gerald saw that he wasn't coming, and poked his best friend on the shoulder, "Hey, Arnold?" he said softly.
"What?" Arnold asked sounding perturbed and annoyed.
"It's time for lunch, man." Gerald backed up a bit, "Sheesh, Arnold, she's really getting to you isn't she?"
He sighed, picked up his things and the two boys walked to Arnold's locker. "Sorry Gerald, I'm not feeling very well... me today. I guess Helga is sort of getting to me."
Gerald helped him open his locker, "No problem, but why?"
He put his books inside, "I have no idea... I mean, she saved me and all, but for some reason I feel... oh, I don't know... more attatched to her or something. But I don't think it's just because of what happened. I can't explain it. It's like, I've felt something, I don't know what, but now I feel it more." he shut the locker and they headed to the cafeteria.
"What?" Gerald looked at him funny, "You're not making any sence."
Arnold sighed again, "I know I'm not. Nothing makes sence to me anymore, Gerald. Nothing."
"Yeah, I guess." Gerald said absent-mindedly. They sat down at their usual table and he started looking at something else. Without saying anything, he walked over to an almost empty table where Phoebe was sitting and began to talk to her, leaving Arnold to sit alone. Not that he minded, he was too busy thinking about Helga to care.
Gerald soon returned with Phoebe and he sat on the other side of the table, across from Arnold.
Arnold looked up and saw Phoebe standing next to him. Her eyes were puffy and red and she looked as though she hadn't slept at all. Why was she just standing there?
Suddenly Phoebe hugged him and began to cry. "Oh Arnold!" she sobbed.
He wasn't sure what to do. Should he say something? Should he move? Should he hug her back? "Um... what?" he asked after a few moments.
And once again she surprised him, and pushed him off of his seat onto the floor, "You're such an idiot, Arnold! For someone who's so smart and wise and gives out such great advice, you are a complete idiot!" she was yelling pretty loudly and everyone was looking at her, but she took no notice of them.
He scrambled back up, "What are you talking about, Phoebe?"
"You still don't get it, do you Arnold?" she yelled.
"Get what? I don't understand!" he was scared. Phoebe had never yelled at him before. She was usually so quiet and sweet. It seemed that Arnold wasn't the only one acting strangely today.
"Do you know WHY she saved you?"
"Not really..." he winced, afraid of what she may do next.
"IT'S BECAUSE... she.. SHE..." Phoebe screamed in frustration and left.
"Pheobes!" Gerald ran after her, "Wait up!"
Arnold remained alone for a while, still clueless, dense as usual. All he knew was, he couldn't wait for the day to be over.
****** ok, i know, still no Helga... I promise, she's in the next Chapper! Girl Scouts Honor (though, heh, i only went to Brownies in 1st grade... and then they kicked me out... -.-")! OK, if you don know whats goin on (yer as dense as Arnold, haha) here it is: Arnold doesnt have a clue about anything. Everyone else does (well, almost).******
******Yeah, this is probably gonna be one of THOSE kinds of stories... we'll all see what happens, wont we? REVIEW PLEASE! I LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!******