AUTHORS NOTE: All right, it was hard as hell doing it, but I finally
managed to write a fourth chapter to my wonderful, HIGHLY SUSPENSEFUL first
ever chapter fanfiction! WHEE HOO! With the start of school and me being
able to see my friends less than last year, it's been REALLY hard for me to
write. They're my INSPIRATION! And now they're GONE!! NOOOO!
*Sigh* I manage to pull through without them, though. BARELY. ;) Hey, I know! I'll take applications for NEW ones! WANNA BE MY FRIEND?!
Okay, Enough of that. Anywhoo, here's the new chapter. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hey Arnold. All rights and characters belong to Craig Bartlett. The story idea is mine, though. ALL MINE! I'd get more creative with this, but I have semi-writer's block or whatever. BRAIN FART!
Chapter four: "More Dreams"
Mr. Simmons was already in the classroom when the students entered. He seemed very excited about something. That meant that class was going to be boring. He'd probably go on about something "special" all day.
"All right class," Mr. Simmons began. "We're going to learn something very special today!" Helga smiled inwardly. "We're going to be focusing mainly on Social Studies today!"
"But Mr. Simmons," Lorenzo piped up. "My schedule says that for an hour every morning you teach Math, followed by a half hour of-"
"Yes Lorenzo, I know," Mr. Simmons said soothingly. "But today we need a whole day for what we're going to cover in this subject!"
"So what activities do you have planned to cover that curriculum, Mr. Simmons?" Phoebe asked.
"Curriculum?" Stinky asked. "Why that's a two dollar word!"
"Well, for social studies-"
Helga found herself nodding off during his "special" speech. They actually had a person come in and tell them all about the Civil War. Helga found it pretty interesting, but had trouble staying awake. She dozed off during the man's lecture. Fortunately, no one had noticed.
As she wandered the halls after the lunch bell had rang, she spotted Arnold going into the cafeteria. Helga darted into a nearby bathroom and, after checking to make sure no one was in any of the stalls, pulled out her locket.
"Oh Arnold!" Helga said lovingly to the locket. "How I wish that you would notice me as you push past everyone in the crowded halls. How I wish that I could call out your name and you would come to me and-"
She heard a strange sound coming from one of the stalls. It was like rubbing a wet hand against a balloon. Helga walked over and opened the door to a stall and Sid sat behind it, putting his feet up on the toilet seat to hide his presence. Unfortunately, when his foot slipped and went into the toilet bowl, he gave himself away. Sid grinned sheepishly as Helga stood staring at him in shock.
Helga shot up and looked around. She was on the playground. Phew! It was only a dream!
She froze. How could she be relieved by the fact that it was a dream? What if it would become real, just like the other two?
Helga heard a scream. She glanced up and to her left. Helga saw a man who was on a ladder when hanging a sign come crashing down on Stinky. The kids gasped and ran over to see if the boy was okay, Helga included. Arnold stopped her halfway and began to chant her name. "Helga. Helga. Helga..."
"-...Helga... Helga!"
Helga opened her eyes and looked up. She saw Arnold standing above her.
"What do you want, football face?"
"It's time for lunch," Arnold said, indicating the empty desks around him. "You fell asleep."
"Yeah, well," Helga stood up and stormed out the door. "Thanks for nothing, you stupid football head." Arnold sighed and walked out the door after her.
Helga ran up ahead and into the bathroom. She sighed romantically and pulled out her locket.
"Oh Arnold...!" Helga stopped herself from saying more and immediately crossed over to the third stall. She opened the door and saw a sheepish Sid sitting on the toilet with a Polaroid camera. In shock, she dropped her locket, where the glass shattered on the floor. Helga turned and ran.
As she left the bathroom, she ran straight into Gerald. They both fell in a pile in the hall.
"Helga?" Gerald said, getting to his feet and helping Helga up.
"Sorry Gerald, didn't see you there," Helga mumbled. Gerald raised an eyebrow.
"Helga, are you all right?" Gerald asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm great, never been better."
"Because I think you might've hit your head too hard yesterday when you fell-"
"Do you know where Phoebe is?" Helga asked, cutting him off. Gerald shrugged.
"Yeah, she just went in the cafeteria looking for you," He replied.
"Thanks Gerald," Helga said, patting his shoulder and heading towards the cafeteria.
Dr. Bliss was just stepping out of Principal Wartz's office as Helga walked by. Bliss spotted Helga and went to stop her.
"Oh Helga!" Dr. Bliss exclaimed in her calming voice. "I'm glad I found you."
"Dr. Bliss?" Helga said, puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was heading over to P.S. 119 and thought I'd stop and say hello to you."
"That's great and everything, but I really have to go-"
"I also wanted to remind you that our appointment is today after school," Dr. Bliss said. "Since you were late to our last one."
"All right, thanks Dr. Bliss. I'll see you then."
Dr. Bliss nodded and walked away. After watching her leave, Helga took off and ran into the cafeteria. She quickly scanned the room and located Phoebe at a nearby table. Phoebe looked up when Helga approached her.
"What is it, Helga?"
*Sigh* I manage to pull through without them, though. BARELY. ;) Hey, I know! I'll take applications for NEW ones! WANNA BE MY FRIEND?!
Okay, Enough of that. Anywhoo, here's the new chapter. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hey Arnold. All rights and characters belong to Craig Bartlett. The story idea is mine, though. ALL MINE! I'd get more creative with this, but I have semi-writer's block or whatever. BRAIN FART!
Chapter four: "More Dreams"
Mr. Simmons was already in the classroom when the students entered. He seemed very excited about something. That meant that class was going to be boring. He'd probably go on about something "special" all day.
"All right class," Mr. Simmons began. "We're going to learn something very special today!" Helga smiled inwardly. "We're going to be focusing mainly on Social Studies today!"
"But Mr. Simmons," Lorenzo piped up. "My schedule says that for an hour every morning you teach Math, followed by a half hour of-"
"Yes Lorenzo, I know," Mr. Simmons said soothingly. "But today we need a whole day for what we're going to cover in this subject!"
"So what activities do you have planned to cover that curriculum, Mr. Simmons?" Phoebe asked.
"Curriculum?" Stinky asked. "Why that's a two dollar word!"
"Well, for social studies-"
Helga found herself nodding off during his "special" speech. They actually had a person come in and tell them all about the Civil War. Helga found it pretty interesting, but had trouble staying awake. She dozed off during the man's lecture. Fortunately, no one had noticed.
As she wandered the halls after the lunch bell had rang, she spotted Arnold going into the cafeteria. Helga darted into a nearby bathroom and, after checking to make sure no one was in any of the stalls, pulled out her locket.
"Oh Arnold!" Helga said lovingly to the locket. "How I wish that you would notice me as you push past everyone in the crowded halls. How I wish that I could call out your name and you would come to me and-"
She heard a strange sound coming from one of the stalls. It was like rubbing a wet hand against a balloon. Helga walked over and opened the door to a stall and Sid sat behind it, putting his feet up on the toilet seat to hide his presence. Unfortunately, when his foot slipped and went into the toilet bowl, he gave himself away. Sid grinned sheepishly as Helga stood staring at him in shock.
Helga shot up and looked around. She was on the playground. Phew! It was only a dream!
She froze. How could she be relieved by the fact that it was a dream? What if it would become real, just like the other two?
Helga heard a scream. She glanced up and to her left. Helga saw a man who was on a ladder when hanging a sign come crashing down on Stinky. The kids gasped and ran over to see if the boy was okay, Helga included. Arnold stopped her halfway and began to chant her name. "Helga. Helga. Helga..."
"-...Helga... Helga!"
Helga opened her eyes and looked up. She saw Arnold standing above her.
"What do you want, football face?"
"It's time for lunch," Arnold said, indicating the empty desks around him. "You fell asleep."
"Yeah, well," Helga stood up and stormed out the door. "Thanks for nothing, you stupid football head." Arnold sighed and walked out the door after her.
Helga ran up ahead and into the bathroom. She sighed romantically and pulled out her locket.
"Oh Arnold...!" Helga stopped herself from saying more and immediately crossed over to the third stall. She opened the door and saw a sheepish Sid sitting on the toilet with a Polaroid camera. In shock, she dropped her locket, where the glass shattered on the floor. Helga turned and ran.
As she left the bathroom, she ran straight into Gerald. They both fell in a pile in the hall.
"Helga?" Gerald said, getting to his feet and helping Helga up.
"Sorry Gerald, didn't see you there," Helga mumbled. Gerald raised an eyebrow.
"Helga, are you all right?" Gerald asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm great, never been better."
"Because I think you might've hit your head too hard yesterday when you fell-"
"Do you know where Phoebe is?" Helga asked, cutting him off. Gerald shrugged.
"Yeah, she just went in the cafeteria looking for you," He replied.
"Thanks Gerald," Helga said, patting his shoulder and heading towards the cafeteria.
Dr. Bliss was just stepping out of Principal Wartz's office as Helga walked by. Bliss spotted Helga and went to stop her.
"Oh Helga!" Dr. Bliss exclaimed in her calming voice. "I'm glad I found you."
"Dr. Bliss?" Helga said, puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was heading over to P.S. 119 and thought I'd stop and say hello to you."
"That's great and everything, but I really have to go-"
"I also wanted to remind you that our appointment is today after school," Dr. Bliss said. "Since you were late to our last one."
"All right, thanks Dr. Bliss. I'll see you then."
Dr. Bliss nodded and walked away. After watching her leave, Helga took off and ran into the cafeteria. She quickly scanned the room and located Phoebe at a nearby table. Phoebe looked up when Helga approached her.
"What is it, Helga?"