bAuthor's Note:/b This is my FIRST story where I'm actually setting up
chapters. WHEE HOO! Be proud of me, I'm a beginning fanfiction writer-
person. Lemmie see. this is. number 6? Yup, my sixth one. Well, that
I've posted.
ANYWAY! I was sitting in my room one day, bored as hell, and thought about Hey Arnold. This is not out of the ordinary. So then, I thought, "HEY! What if Helga started to have weird dreams that suddenly became real or had deja vu? That happens to me all the time! So let's put Helga through it! AHOO! IMA GENIUS!"
And that is the story of how this fanfiction came to be. Erm. Uh. Yeah. Please read and review! PLEASE? *Bambi eyes*
Ooh! Look! Penguins! AND AUGIE'S GREAT MUNICIPAL BAND! Ahoo!
*Begins to dance like a crazed Gungan.*
bDisclaimer:/b I am disclaiming with this disclaimer that I don't own Hey Arnold. Lord Craig does. Not me. Craig. Me. Me no, Craig yes. GET IT? I HAVE BEEN DISCLAIMED!! Or. I have. Ummm. Yeah.
center"To Dream the Dangerous Dream"/center
The morning bell that signaled the beginning of class seemed to worsen Helga's throbbing headache. She'd suffered another sleepless night the evening before, the second one in a row because she had been haunted by horrifying dreams both nights. She groaned and put her head down on her desk.
"Helga?" Phoebe's concerned voice rang in her ears. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just peachy, Phoebe," Helga said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked.
"Nothing, Pheebs," Helga waved her away without looking up. "I just didn't get any sleep last night."
"Okay," Phoebe said slowly. She turned to the front of the class as Mr. Simmonds stepped forward.
"All right, boys and girls," Mr. Simmonds said, rubbing his hands together. "Who wants to come up and read their creative writing assignment from last night?" He glanced eagerly at Helga. No one bothered to follow his gaze.
Helga looked up after a moment when she realized everyone had stopped talking. When she noticed that Mr. Simmonds was trying to prompt her to come up, she blushed a deep crimson and set her head back down.
Mr. Simmonds frowned slightly and looked back at the other students.
"Anyone?" He asked. No one volunteered. "All right then, pass them up."
The kids did as they were told. Mr. Simmonds looked through them quickly, then frowned before he left Helga's row for the next one.
"Helga, I didn't get your creative writing assignment," He said.
"Huh?" She said, lifting her head again.
"Your Iwriting assignment/I," Mr. Simmonds repeated. "Oh, sorry," Helga slipped it up to the kid in front of her.
Simmonds placed the assignments on his desk and then leaned against it.
"Now, as you know, we have our choir practice today, and I chose a song that hopefully you'll all enjoy," Mr. Simmonds said. "Let's go over to the auditorium and practice, shall we?" He opened the door and motioned for everyone to leave.
Helga managed to drag herself around for most of the day. Nobody noticed her apparent lack of energy, and Helga was thankful for it. The last thing she needed was some dumb kid coming up and-
"Helga?" The beautiful voice of Arnold rang in her ears. Helga looked up from her lunch.
"What?" She asked, impatient but her head hurt too much to force herself to be irritable.
"Are you feeling all right?" Arnold asked. "I mean, I noticed that you weren't exactly acting like yourself-"
"Yeah, so what?" Helga snapped. She suddenly became overcome with dizziness. She held her head in her hands.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure you weren't sick or-"
Helga didn't hear the rest of what he said. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out cold on the floor.
Arnold kneeled down next to Helga and felt for her pulse.
"Helga!" Arnold said, shaking her slightly. "Helga, wake up!" He put a hand on her clammy cheek. "Somebody get the nurse!" He called.
Brainy gave him a thumbs-up and ran off to get her.
ANYWAY! I was sitting in my room one day, bored as hell, and thought about Hey Arnold. This is not out of the ordinary. So then, I thought, "HEY! What if Helga started to have weird dreams that suddenly became real or had deja vu? That happens to me all the time! So let's put Helga through it! AHOO! IMA GENIUS!"
And that is the story of how this fanfiction came to be. Erm. Uh. Yeah. Please read and review! PLEASE? *Bambi eyes*
Ooh! Look! Penguins! AND AUGIE'S GREAT MUNICIPAL BAND! Ahoo!
*Begins to dance like a crazed Gungan.*
bDisclaimer:/b I am disclaiming with this disclaimer that I don't own Hey Arnold. Lord Craig does. Not me. Craig. Me. Me no, Craig yes. GET IT? I HAVE BEEN DISCLAIMED!! Or. I have. Ummm. Yeah.
center"To Dream the Dangerous Dream"/center
The morning bell that signaled the beginning of class seemed to worsen Helga's throbbing headache. She'd suffered another sleepless night the evening before, the second one in a row because she had been haunted by horrifying dreams both nights. She groaned and put her head down on her desk.
"Helga?" Phoebe's concerned voice rang in her ears. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just peachy, Phoebe," Helga said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked.
"Nothing, Pheebs," Helga waved her away without looking up. "I just didn't get any sleep last night."
"Okay," Phoebe said slowly. She turned to the front of the class as Mr. Simmonds stepped forward.
"All right, boys and girls," Mr. Simmonds said, rubbing his hands together. "Who wants to come up and read their creative writing assignment from last night?" He glanced eagerly at Helga. No one bothered to follow his gaze.
Helga looked up after a moment when she realized everyone had stopped talking. When she noticed that Mr. Simmonds was trying to prompt her to come up, she blushed a deep crimson and set her head back down.
Mr. Simmonds frowned slightly and looked back at the other students.
"Anyone?" He asked. No one volunteered. "All right then, pass them up."
The kids did as they were told. Mr. Simmonds looked through them quickly, then frowned before he left Helga's row for the next one.
"Helga, I didn't get your creative writing assignment," He said.
"Huh?" She said, lifting her head again.
"Your Iwriting assignment/I," Mr. Simmonds repeated. "Oh, sorry," Helga slipped it up to the kid in front of her.
Simmonds placed the assignments on his desk and then leaned against it.
"Now, as you know, we have our choir practice today, and I chose a song that hopefully you'll all enjoy," Mr. Simmonds said. "Let's go over to the auditorium and practice, shall we?" He opened the door and motioned for everyone to leave.
Helga managed to drag herself around for most of the day. Nobody noticed her apparent lack of energy, and Helga was thankful for it. The last thing she needed was some dumb kid coming up and-
"Helga?" The beautiful voice of Arnold rang in her ears. Helga looked up from her lunch.
"What?" She asked, impatient but her head hurt too much to force herself to be irritable.
"Are you feeling all right?" Arnold asked. "I mean, I noticed that you weren't exactly acting like yourself-"
"Yeah, so what?" Helga snapped. She suddenly became overcome with dizziness. She held her head in her hands.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure you weren't sick or-"
Helga didn't hear the rest of what he said. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out cold on the floor.
Arnold kneeled down next to Helga and felt for her pulse.
"Helga!" Arnold said, shaking her slightly. "Helga, wake up!" He put a hand on her clammy cheek. "Somebody get the nurse!" He called.
Brainy gave him a thumbs-up and ran off to get her.