Disclaimer: Do I look like Craig Bartlett? *puts on a Craig Bartlett
disguise* I don't? Oh. In that case I guess I don't own Hey Arnold, but I
will FIGHT, until I own it! MWAHAHAHA!!
A/n (Author's note): Ok, I don't got much to say, ya know, any similarity is accidental, blah blah blah. Ok, this story is actually a bunch of letter's Helga left to all the people who were close to her (I'm having an issue on if I should make some for her family or not,,,), because she died. No she wasn't killed and it wasn't suicide, she died of cancer, ok? Ok. Last thing, Helga stopped being a bully two years ago, and now she's friends with Phoebe, Arnold, and Gerald. Ok, so she didn't quite stop being a bully, she's just less of one, those 3 were the only three who risked getting close to her, and they made it through.
~!@#$% To Arnold, or should I call you football head? I don't think I will. ^&*()_
Ok, I know you probably won't read this, unless by some stretch of the imagination I managed to become your friend, which I truly doubt, anyway. If you're reading this then I'm dead. I hope to god it's because of natural causes. If not then warn the guy who killed me that I'll be waiting for him when he dies. OK enough with that, there's a reason that I wrote this letter. Look, I'm dead so I can't tell you in person, but I love you. You can ask Phoebe about this, or Lila, or for that matter Dr. Bliss, I've given her a letter that says she can tell you. Now I want you to do me a favor, well, a few favors. 1st off, please forgive me for being such a b**ch most of the time I knew you. 2nd of all, try to keep being your optimistic (although unbelievably dense) self for the rest of your life, ok. And last but most certainly not least, in fact this is the most important one, I don't know why I'm making it last,,, Always love someone, not one of your pathetic little quests, like that whole, 'Hi Ruth, Hi Ruth, Hi Ruth' fiasco, but actually love someone. If you don't you'll end up a little hollow shell, not a real person. You know, I almost ended up like that all the way back when I was three. On the first day of preschool at Urban tots. It was raining, but my parents were to preoccupied with Olga, and her stupid piano. I took my lunch and walked out the door, a little three year old girl. About ½ way to the preschool a dog took my lunch box away, can you imagine how much fun that wasn't for me? So I finally got to the school and that was the defining moment. If you hadn't of come along and shared your umbrella and complimented my bow, I would have become a little shell of a person. So I want you to remember ALWAYS love someone, my love for you is what kept me going. Oh yeah, now that I've done all that deep junk I'm gonna break the mood here, can you tell all the rest of the gang that I'm realllllllly sorry for beating them up, and tell Stinko, I mean stinky that I hope his relationship with Gloria works out well. I'll put in a good word for all of you
Love, Helga G. (Geraldine) Pataki
A/n (Author's note): Ok, I don't got much to say, ya know, any similarity is accidental, blah blah blah. Ok, this story is actually a bunch of letter's Helga left to all the people who were close to her (I'm having an issue on if I should make some for her family or not,,,), because she died. No she wasn't killed and it wasn't suicide, she died of cancer, ok? Ok. Last thing, Helga stopped being a bully two years ago, and now she's friends with Phoebe, Arnold, and Gerald. Ok, so she didn't quite stop being a bully, she's just less of one, those 3 were the only three who risked getting close to her, and they made it through.
~!@#$% To Arnold, or should I call you football head? I don't think I will. ^&*()_
Ok, I know you probably won't read this, unless by some stretch of the imagination I managed to become your friend, which I truly doubt, anyway. If you're reading this then I'm dead. I hope to god it's because of natural causes. If not then warn the guy who killed me that I'll be waiting for him when he dies. OK enough with that, there's a reason that I wrote this letter. Look, I'm dead so I can't tell you in person, but I love you. You can ask Phoebe about this, or Lila, or for that matter Dr. Bliss, I've given her a letter that says she can tell you. Now I want you to do me a favor, well, a few favors. 1st off, please forgive me for being such a b**ch most of the time I knew you. 2nd of all, try to keep being your optimistic (although unbelievably dense) self for the rest of your life, ok. And last but most certainly not least, in fact this is the most important one, I don't know why I'm making it last,,, Always love someone, not one of your pathetic little quests, like that whole, 'Hi Ruth, Hi Ruth, Hi Ruth' fiasco, but actually love someone. If you don't you'll end up a little hollow shell, not a real person. You know, I almost ended up like that all the way back when I was three. On the first day of preschool at Urban tots. It was raining, but my parents were to preoccupied with Olga, and her stupid piano. I took my lunch and walked out the door, a little three year old girl. About ½ way to the preschool a dog took my lunch box away, can you imagine how much fun that wasn't for me? So I finally got to the school and that was the defining moment. If you hadn't of come along and shared your umbrella and complimented my bow, I would have become a little shell of a person. So I want you to remember ALWAYS love someone, my love for you is what kept me going. Oh yeah, now that I've done all that deep junk I'm gonna break the mood here, can you tell all the rest of the gang that I'm realllllllly sorry for beating them up, and tell Stinko, I mean stinky that I hope his relationship with Gloria works out well. I'll put in a good word for all of you
Love, Helga G. (Geraldine) Pataki