****** Omg, I just saw A.I Artificial Intelligence... that is the saddest movie I have seen in a while (that and My Girl...) I was bawling the whole time. I love sad movies like that, I love putting myself through emotional torture over something that isn't real. Heh, I suppose I'm a bit of a masochist ^-^" Hey, if you know of any really good sad movies, lemme know please!******
******Ok, on with the story, it's chapper 3, hooray. Hope ya likes it folks, I tried, sure I did.******
All in Your Head Ch 3-
****** disclaimer- Ice. Cold, cruel and uncaring, impassive and implacable. Swayed only by the heat of Fire and the flavoring abilities of Salt. Ice is much like a lawyer, 'cept a lot cheaper and you can build forts out of it. Oh ya, it's good for cooling your drinks too. Sure it is. What was my point again? Hmm... I think it was something about me not owning some crazy girl and a little boy with a weird head...nah... lool, weird-headed boys, crazy girls, where do I come up with this stuff? haha, I crack me up.******
By the end of 7th period, Arnold was beginning to question his reasoning. What was he thinking? Inviting Helga over? What were they going to do? He hadn't talked to her in so long, who knew what she liked to do now? He sort of wished he hadn't asked. She would be at the bus stop, waiting for him. There was no turning back, he didn't want to disappoint her.
Meanwhile, Helga was having second thoughts as well. Why had she agreed to spend time with the Footballhead? What if she cracked, said something she shouldn't? She felt cold all over. There she stood at the bus stop, waiting for him. She wanted to run the other way. But it was too late now. There was no turning back, she didn't want to disappoint him.
He closed his eyes for a moment, to think. He would get through this just fine. It was only one afternoon, after all. He could handle an afternoon with Helga Pataki, couldn't he?
It was a beautiful day. It was... sometime between 1:25 and 2:10 it had started to rain. And there Helga was, at the bus stop, waiting for Arnold.
Criminy, why'd it always have to rain on her birthday? It seemed that the sky was crying; it too regretted her existance. Fine, let the sky, the earth and the heavens above despise her, it wouldn't matter today. Today was to be the best day of her life. She would spend the day with Arnold, and that's all that mattered, right? Doi.
So, there she stood in the rain, like a fool. Cool droplets of water hitting her, as though someone in the clouds was throwing spitwads at her head. Hard, cruel rain. She was being soaked. Where was he? She checked her watch, it was 2:23. Damn Footballhead... did he forget?
By now her pigtails were dripping, her wet bangs stuck to her forehead, stringy and disgusting (she always looked so dirty when her bangs where wet). She waited a couple minutes more. No Arnold.
The sky became darker, the rain fell harder. She couldn't take it. No way she was going to stand around in the rain like an idiot waiting for a stupid Footballhead who wasn't even coming. She could hardly see anymore anyways. Stupid rain was falling so hard. How much did the sky hate her anyway? Well, at least no one would see. One thing good about rain: it did a great job hiding the tears.
******so sorry peoples, so many reviews i couldnt respond to em all! Thankyou so much for yer support and for liking my story! i got one more for the last chapper than i did the first! woohoo! I'll get the next chapper up A.S.A.P!!!!!!! but right now, i gotta go!******
****** *sniff* not very many people have reviewed my brainy story... whatchoo don like brainy??? but hes so... Brainy, come on, why doncha like the poor kid????******
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******Man, not much babbling... i think its cuz of the snow... oh well, more babble next chapper... oh ya, sorry it was so short!!!!!! but I WILL GET TO THE NEXT CHAPPER SOON! C'MON ITS A 4 DAY WEEKEND!!!!!******
******Review, please, even if you have reviewed before, i need reviews para todos los chappers (for all the chappers) thankee!!!!!!!******
******Ok, on with the story, it's chapper 3, hooray. Hope ya likes it folks, I tried, sure I did.******
All in Your Head Ch 3-
****** disclaimer- Ice. Cold, cruel and uncaring, impassive and implacable. Swayed only by the heat of Fire and the flavoring abilities of Salt. Ice is much like a lawyer, 'cept a lot cheaper and you can build forts out of it. Oh ya, it's good for cooling your drinks too. Sure it is. What was my point again? Hmm... I think it was something about me not owning some crazy girl and a little boy with a weird head...nah... lool, weird-headed boys, crazy girls, where do I come up with this stuff? haha, I crack me up.******
By the end of 7th period, Arnold was beginning to question his reasoning. What was he thinking? Inviting Helga over? What were they going to do? He hadn't talked to her in so long, who knew what she liked to do now? He sort of wished he hadn't asked. She would be at the bus stop, waiting for him. There was no turning back, he didn't want to disappoint her.
Meanwhile, Helga was having second thoughts as well. Why had she agreed to spend time with the Footballhead? What if she cracked, said something she shouldn't? She felt cold all over. There she stood at the bus stop, waiting for him. She wanted to run the other way. But it was too late now. There was no turning back, she didn't want to disappoint him.
He closed his eyes for a moment, to think. He would get through this just fine. It was only one afternoon, after all. He could handle an afternoon with Helga Pataki, couldn't he?
It was a beautiful day. It was... sometime between 1:25 and 2:10 it had started to rain. And there Helga was, at the bus stop, waiting for Arnold.
Criminy, why'd it always have to rain on her birthday? It seemed that the sky was crying; it too regretted her existance. Fine, let the sky, the earth and the heavens above despise her, it wouldn't matter today. Today was to be the best day of her life. She would spend the day with Arnold, and that's all that mattered, right? Doi.
So, there she stood in the rain, like a fool. Cool droplets of water hitting her, as though someone in the clouds was throwing spitwads at her head. Hard, cruel rain. She was being soaked. Where was he? She checked her watch, it was 2:23. Damn Footballhead... did he forget?
By now her pigtails were dripping, her wet bangs stuck to her forehead, stringy and disgusting (she always looked so dirty when her bangs where wet). She waited a couple minutes more. No Arnold.
The sky became darker, the rain fell harder. She couldn't take it. No way she was going to stand around in the rain like an idiot waiting for a stupid Footballhead who wasn't even coming. She could hardly see anymore anyways. Stupid rain was falling so hard. How much did the sky hate her anyway? Well, at least no one would see. One thing good about rain: it did a great job hiding the tears.
******so sorry peoples, so many reviews i couldnt respond to em all! Thankyou so much for yer support and for liking my story! i got one more for the last chapper than i did the first! woohoo! I'll get the next chapper up A.S.A.P!!!!!!! but right now, i gotta go!******
****** *sniff* not very many people have reviewed my brainy story... whatchoo don like brainy??? but hes so... Brainy, come on, why doncha like the poor kid????******
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******Man, not much babbling... i think its cuz of the snow... oh well, more babble next chapper... oh ya, sorry it was so short!!!!!! but I WILL GET TO THE NEXT CHAPPER SOON! C'MON ITS A 4 DAY WEEKEND!!!!!******
******Review, please, even if you have reviewed before, i need reviews para todos los chappers (for all the chappers) thankee!!!!!!!******
