I jumped off my bed, and ran to my closet. I opened it, grabbed out my usual outfit, and slipped it
on. I ran over to my desk, and put on my large pink bow. Then I ran a brush through my hair,
thinking about my football headed love god. Suddenly, the phone rang. I growled as I tossed my
brush to the side, and stormed over to the phone. I picked it up and answered. "Hello?" I
growled.

"Helga?" I heard my best friend Phoebe cry on the other end. My visage softened, and I sat down
on my bed. I sighed and listened to her continue. "Helga, something awful has happened!"

My eyes enlarged and I sat upright. "What is it Pheebs? What happened?" I questioned in a
curious yet concerned tone of voice.

"You know how Arnold," suddenly y throat dried up, "went to look for his parents?"

"Uh... huh." I whimpered. I heard her make another wail, and then blow her nose. Little did I
know what was about to happen would make my world come to a screeching halt.

"I just received a phone call from his grandparents and... I'm sorry Helga, but he fell into a gorge
and they never found his body. He's deceased, Helga." I couldn't believe what I was hearing at
the time.

"Wh-what? H-He's what?" I sniffed, speaking barely above a whisper.

"Deceased. Gone forever. Departed from this world. Whatever you want to call it. I'm so sorry
Helga." she apologized. Suddenly, everything sank in and I let out a huge sob.

My eyes rolled back in my head and everything went black.