I lay in the beautiful green grass, staring up at the sky thinking about him. The one I fell in love
with when I was 11. He was the one who had always made me feel better, or worse as the case
may be. I used to punch him when he would sneak up behind me and start breathing. Come to find
out, he just got nervous around me and started to breath harder. Brainy. Or, as I call him, Spike,
'cause his hair is in spikes. I looked around the peaceful park, and sighed. Everything was
wonderful. The only thing that would make it better would be for him to come now and sit down
next to me. I looked over to my right side, and see him headed towards me a handsome smile
plastered on his face. I sat up, smiled, and waved to him. He began to walk faster towards me. he
sat down when he got to me, and lightly kissed me on the lips.

"Hello, Helga." he said lovingly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I half smile, and lean forward
to kiss him. He pulls away, and yells, "Helga! Wake up!" I looked at him strangely, as he stood
up. "Helga! Wake up, or he'll be mad, again!" his voice suddenly started to sound like Phoebe's.

I sat straight up, and looked around. I was no longer in the park or with Brainy. I looked over,
and saw Phoebe looking at me, frowning. "Oh. Sorry Pheebs." I said, and rested my head on the
desk again. She poked me with her pencil. "Ow! Hey! Next time use the eraser!" I exclaimed as
quietly as possible.

"Well, then sit up and listen!" she barked, but still in a whisper. I sighed, annoyed, and sat up to
listen.

"Ok, class, that's all you need to know about..." my teacher, Mr. George, drifted off to sleep. I
groaned, and rolled my eyes. Phoebe expects me to listen to snoring from him? I seriously think
that dreams about me and Brainy are WAY better. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mr.
George shot up from his puddle of drool, and looked at the door. He looked back to us. "Sorry
class, but I'll be right back." he stood up, and walked out the door.

I could see him talking to someone, but I couldn't see who. Whoever it was, sure wasn't very tall.
Sure, he wasn't short, but he was shorter than me. Mr. George raised his arms in the air, and the
other guy grabbed Mr. George's arms and brought them down to his sides. I couldn't see them
perfectly, but I could still see their outlines. Suddenly, Mr. George opened the door, and came in,
smiling.

"Class, we have a new student!" he exclaimed. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I figured that he was
another student, since he was so short. "His name is Arnold!" my blood suddenly curdled and the
color drained from my face. His name was Arnold? I wonder what his last name is? "Arnold --" I
couldn't hear his last name, because the door creaked open, very loudly. The boy walked in,
slowly. I could finally see him. It couldn't be possible. He had blonde hair that was slightly long
but gelled back, he wasn't very tall like I said before, he was wearing a teal t-shirt and worn out
blue jeans that had a few holes in them, but the one thing that caught my eye was his head. It was
the shape of a football. This couldn't be the Arnold I knew from elementary at one time... he was
dead. He fell into a gorge while searching for his parents.

"Hi." Arnold greeted everyone. Something else that caught my eye were his eyes. They were
green. Emerald green. His eyes flitted across the room, looking at all of his new classmates.

"You may take a seat now, Arnold." Mr. George said, motioning towards one of the empty seats.
Arnold smiled, and sat down. I can't believe how much he looks like Arnold. The Arnold I used
to know. Then where he sat finally registered in my mind. He sat in-between me and Gerald.

I turned to him, and tried to smile. "Uh... hi." I faltered, mentally scolding myself for sounding so
stupid.

He turned to me, and smiled. "Hi. I'm Arnold." I felt like sighing and rolling my eyes, but instead
I laughed, good intentionally.

"Yeah, I heard that." I giggled, covering my mouth with my right hand. He stared at me for a
minute, then I realized why. "Oh. I forgot to tell you my name! My name is Helga." his eyes
almost popped out of his head, and his jaw dropped to the floor; well, basically.

"H-Helga?" he stuttered, breathing heavily. I stared at him for a few minutes with one of my
plucked eyebrows raised. "H-Helga?" he repeated.

"Yeah, that's my name." I said trying to sound like I was talking to a two year old. Suddenly he
stopped breathing hard, and just fell forward onto his desk. "Arnold? Are you ok?"

He opened his eyes, and sat up. "Uh huh. I-I was just wondering... is your name Helga Pataki by
any chance?" he questioned. I scowled at him. How did he know my last name?

"Yeah. How did YOU know?" I asked, narrowing one of my eyes. He was just shaking his head,
back and forth; staring at me. "What are you staring at? Do I have something in my teeth, or what
football head?" the last part slipped off my tongue without my consent. I slapped my hand over
my mouth, and began to shake my head. I pulled my hand away, and said, "I'm ssssoooo sorry.
There was this one kid I used to know, named Arnold that looked almost exactly like you. Even
the eyes and head shape."

He closed his mouth, and it formed into a half smile. "What ever happened to him? I don't see
anyone in this room that fit that description, except me."

I sighed, and a single ter fell down my left cheek. Uh oh, I don't want this new kid to think I'm
soft. I better hide it. I wiped it off, and looked away. "Uh, he... died when we were nine." I said,
softly. I turned my head back to him, and he was still half smiling. "Hey! What's so funny about
that? He died, for crimany's sake!"

"Sorry. Just thinking. I'm sorry about your friend. You two must have really been close to each
other to make you cry when you think about him." uh oh, he saw my tear. What?! He thinks that
the other Arnold and I were close?! Ha! How funny!

"Uh... no. We weren't even really friends. He had a crush on this one girl named Lila, and if you
want to see her, she's right over there." I said pointing to Lila. He looked over, then back to me,
then back to her, and back to me. Man, he really reminds me of the other Arnold. Except older,
and taller.


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I came in, just as Mr. George was saying my last name, so I don't think anyone heard it. Ah, oh
well, no one in my old school P.S. 118 never knew my last name either, so I figured no one here
would really care. Everyone looked over at me, but this one angelic girl caught my eye. She had
shoulder length blonde hair in a some-up some-down hairdo, looked like she was just slightly
taller than me, she had the perfect figure that was made to look better by a pink spaghetti strap
shirt and purple mini skirt, had on platform sandals, and beautiful blue eyes. I smiled, and said,
"Hi." I looked around the room, looking for familiar faces. It was no use. I guess I should just find
out which ones are who I used to know later.

"You may take a seat now, Arnold." Mr. George stated to me, motioning to a seat. I smiled,
seeing that the desk was right next to the breathtaking girl. I sat down, staring at her out of the
corner of my eye. Suddenly she turned to me and smiled.

"Uh... hi." she said, sounding like she was lost in thought, yet still there. I think that's an
oxymoron. Oops. I meant, that she sounded like she was stumbling over her own words.

I turned to her, and smiled. "Hi. I'm Arnold." I said. Man, she knew that already! Duh,
ignoramus, stop telling her things she knows already.

She laughed, and said, "Yeah, I heard that." covering her mouth with her right hand. Wait! She
hasn't told me her name yet. I stared at her for a minute, trying to get the message across. "Oh. I
forgot to tell you my name! My name is Helga." I could feel my eyes almost pop out of my head,
and my jaw drop. Helga? This attractive, divine, adorable girl was Helga?!

"H-Helga?" I stuttered, almost hyperventilating. She stared at me for a few minutes with one of
her eyebrows raised. Wait! Helga has EYEBROWS, instead of a unibrow? Now I've seen
everything. "H-Helga?" I repeated, still breathing hard.

"Yeah, that's my name." she said, sounding like she was talking to a two year old. I'm not two
years old! I just dropped my head onto my desk, and closed my eyes trying to figure it out.
"Arnold? Are you ok?" she asked, making me open my eyes and sit back up.

"Uh huh. I-I was just wondering... is your name Helga Pataki by any chance?" I asked, making
her scowl at me. Uh oh... must have been a wrong guess. Now she's mad at me.

"Yeah. How did YOU know?" she asked, narrowing one of her eyes. So... it really is Helga? I
began to shake my head back and forth while staring at her. "What are you staring at? Do I have
something in my teeth, or what football head?" she said, then realized what she said, and clasped
her hand over her mouth. That was the last clue. It was definitely Helga G. Pataki. She was also
shaking her head. "I'm ssssoooo sorry. There was this one kid I used to know, named Arnold that
looked almost exactly like you. Even the eyes and head shape."

I closed my mouth, and twisted it into a half smile. This is going to be fun. "What ever happened
to him? I don't see anyone in this room that fit that description, except me."

I heard her sigh, then saw a tear run down her cheek. She turned away from me, and wiped it off.
"Uh, he... died when we were nine." she choked out, softly. She turned back to me, and saw that I
was still smirking. Trying not to laugh, 'cause she was being so dense. (A/n: lol! Totally opposite!)
"Hey! What's so funny about that? He died, for crimany's sake!"

Yep. Still the same Helga. "Sorry. Just thinking. I'm sorry about your friend. You two must have
really been close to each other to make you cry when you think about him." she lightly frowned.

"Uh... no. We weren't even really friends. He had a crush on this one girl named Lila, and if you
want to see her, she's right over there." she pointed over my shoulder. I looked over to where she
was pointing and saw a beautiful red head, that wasn't quite as beautiful as Helga though. She still
had the same length hair except up in a side ponytail held by a flower, a black turtle neck with a
green tank top over it, a black mini skirt, and black zip up boots, but other than that looked the
same. I looked back at Helga, then back to Lila, and back to Helga again.