******Eck, its Valentine's Day today! THE DAY OF EVIL!!! Love is
evil. Yes, I know, all of you are sayin to yourselves "if Tano wasn't such
a loser and would just go out and get a boyfriend, she wouldn't be saying
that." Well, I got something to tell YOU. LOVE IS EVIL! (besides, no one
in their right minds would like me... does anyone know any insane guys?
Insane, blind guys?) IT IS AS EVIL AS um- DONUTS!!!!!!******
******Ugh. I think I might be anemic. Oh well, there was bound to be SOMETHING wrong with me besides insanity, right?******
******AND THE EVIL GUIDANCE COUNSELORS THINK IM ANOREXIC!!! Arg, adults can be such IDIOTS! I like to eat, but the food doesn't like me! IS THAT MY FAULT????******
******Sorry, I know you don care about these things. I jest had to whine today. After all, this is the day of evil.******
******I have issues. I should wear my Spongebob hat that says "I Have Issues!!!" on it. Then people could tell right away that I have issues. Wait, they can already tell?? Then why in the heck did I spend 5 bucks on this hat??? *eats it* ******
Where Are You Going, ch 2
By Tano, who still doesn't own a monkey, but when she does she will either name it Noodles or Jonathan, and dress it up as El Presidente and parade it around a Seven Eleven
Disclaimer: I like these things. They are fun cuz I can say em however I want which is why I write em as often as I can. Heck, if it weren't for all the threats I've been getting from the Monkeeys inside my head (they're gonna kill us all! SAVE ME!!!), I would write two, maybe even THREE every chapper! But they continue to threaten, so I wont. What was I talkin about again? Oh yes. Donuts! Donuts are very good, unless you are a sprinkle; then they mean certain death! Or a bad sunburn. *is hit in the head with a turtle* OWWWWW!!!! Wait, oh ya! I DON'T OWN HEY ARNOLD, CUZ IF I DID, I WOULD BE DA BEST CRAIG BARTLETT EVA!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh, flies away on her Pteradactyl*
Step Two: Make Rhonda fall in love with him. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, he WAS the hottest guy in the fourth grade. Curly grinned. Yes, soon Rhonda would be his, and then there were only 298 steps left until he was King of the Pastries-I mean, world.
He saw Rhonda out on the playground, talking to Nadine.
"And she was wearing GRAY shoes! Can you believe that? Ew!" Rhonda announced. Nadine said nothing. She seemed to be looking at something else in the distance.
Curly silently crept up beside Rhonda and tapped her on the shoulder. Rhonda turned and began screeching when she realized he had touched her.
Oh yeah, she digs me. Curly grinned.
"EW, CURLY!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!" Rhonda screamed.
"Oh come on, Rhonda! You know you want me!"
"Get away from me, you little FREAK!"
Nadine nudged him, "I think she DOES like you." she whispered as Rhonda continued to scream, "But don't tell Rhonda I told you that."
Curly suddenly hugged Rhonda, and her eyes became as wide as hubcaps, before she began yelling unintelligibly once more.
"Come Rhonda! Be my queen! I will give you all that you desire!" Curly shouted above the girl's screams. "Anything you want will be yours, my dear!"
Normally, Rhonda liked to have whatever she wanted, but Curly was TOUCHING her. She shouted some more.
"GO AWAY!!! I HATE YOU!!!" Somehow these words came out. Rhonda, apon realizing what she had said, immediately shut her mouth (a first in Rhonda History). That wasn't supposed to happen.
Curly let go, and walked away sadly, his head down. Step two was a failure. He would never take over the school without his queen. Another failure. Life- 6, Curly- 0.
Rhonda suddenly felt extremely guilty. She hadn't meant to say that. It was a lie! She SO did not hate him... why did she have to say that? She watched Curly walk away. He looked so... miserable. Could it be? Could Curly actually have FEELINGS? No way. Ugh, why did she have to say that? She felt so bad! No, Rhonda. You will not feel sad for that little psychotic. Still... ugh, her life really WAS over.
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Now Harold was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Recess was almost over and he hadn't done anything. There wasn't anything to do. Today was just boring. There was no one to talk to. Sid was hiding from something or other, Stinky was meditating again. Everyone else seemed too busy to notice him. There was no one to make fun of, no one to annoy, no one to talk to. Hmm. Where was Helga? She'd always found some joy in yelling at him. He would have liked to fight with her today. There was nothing better to do. But it seemed she wasn't there today.
The bell rang and he headed inside. .
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Lila sat at her desk in Mr. Simmons' class. She watched the door. Harold walked in first. Then Gerald and a distressed Phoebe. Then Nadine and Rhonda. Followed by Stinky and Sid. Last came an unusually normal seeming Curly. Arnold didn't come in at all. Was he still outside? Without a word to anyone, Lila walked back out of the classroom and headed for the door.
"Young lady?" a voice stopped her.
She yanked a green bow from one of her pigtails and spun around quickly, "Yes, Principal Wartz?" she said in her sweetest tone, smiling innocently at him.
"Where are you going? Did I not hear the bell ring? Shouldn't you be in class?" Ugh, so many questions to ask the same thing. He knew the answers, couldn't he just say "get back to class."?
"I'm ever so sorry sir, but you see," she pointed to the bowless reddish braid that was slowly starting to unravel, "I believe I left one of my ribbons on the playground, and I was hoping that I could run out there and get it. It is my very favorite-est one, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost it."
Principal Wartz, unusually gullible and trusting that day, smiled, "Of course, we wouldn't want you to lose your pretty ribbon. But hurry."
"Thank you ever so much, sir." Lila sort of curtsied and ran out the double doors to the playground.
Arnold still sat alone on the swings. He hadn't even notice that no one else was on the playground with him. He was still lost in his own confusing little world. Lila sat in the swing beside him. "Arnold?" she said softly, not wanting to surprise him or anything.
Arnold didn't look at her. He just continued to swing slightly from side to side.
"Arnold I-"
"Lila, don't talk to me. I don't want to hear about how you don't like-like me." he muttered.
"That's not what I wanted to say."
"What then?"
"I wanted to ask if you were alright." Lila said, "Recess was over a while ago."
"Was it?" Arnold said absently.
"So, are you feeling alright?"
Arnold shrugged, "I don't know anything."
"I'm sure she's ok." Lila blurted, "She's ever so strong. She can probably handle anything. I don't think you need to worry."
"Worry about what? I'm not worried about anything." Arnold still said this as though he didn't care.
Liar. "Arnold, she'll be ok."
"What are you talking about? You don't know what's wrong with me! Where do you come off saying things like that?" Arnold shouted and glared at her.
"You don't have to be so very MEAN!" Lila replied in the same harsh tone Arnold had used. "I'm only trying to make you feel better!"
"Well DON'T! You don't know ANYTHING!"
"I know more than YOU do!" Lila said and pushed the swing she had been sitting on as far behind her as she could. It swung over the bar and hung a foot higher off of the ground than it had been. Lila ran away, furious with Arnold.
Arnold glared after her.
Then he was alone again.
Good riddance. He wanted to be alone. He didn't need anyone.
But he was missing class. Oh who cared about class. They didn't even notice he was outside. He could go home if he wanted to. He could just get up and leave.
So he did.
He opened the door, stepped over his Grandma's stampeding pets.
His Grandpa saw him come in, "Arnold, you're home early." he said.
Arnold ignored him and stomped up to his bedroom in the attic. He slammed the door shut and lay on his bed. What was wrong with him?
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Brainy found himself awake again. Where was he now? Ugh, his head hurt. He sat up and looked around. But his glasses were now just shards of glass, barely holding together in the bent frames. Everything looked distorted. So he removed his broken glasses, and from his pocket, pulled out a green glasses case. He opened the case, removed the good pair that was inside, and replaced them with his newly broken ones. Then he stuffed the case back into his pocket. Now he could see.
He looked around again. He was under his desk. What time was it? He checked the clock on the far wall. He had missed lunch and recess. Of course, no one had noticed him as he had lain on the floor, unconscious for more than an hour. Perhaps it was his fault. He never went out of his way to even try to make one friend (although he had for a brief period of time tried being Harold's sidekick, but found it was too much work and took too much time out of his Helga watching). Maybe they just didn't remember he existed? Maybe.
Something about the class had changed since he had knocked himself out. Something... what was it?
Phoebe still looked very worried. Gerald was still trying to comfort her. That hadn't changed.
Sid was still trying to take a nap. Stinky was still trying to have his "VISION". Harold, though, seemed a bit preoccupied with something. Was he thinking? An odd thing for Harold to be doing, Brainy thought.
That wasn't the only thing different, he noticed. Rhonda was staring at Curly. She had this terribly sad look in her eyes, as though she would burst into tears at any moment. That was very strange. But Rhonda's behavior was not as strange as Curly's. Curly was acting... normal. Well, perhaps more depressed than normal, but whatever it was it was not normal for CURLY. He wasn't doing ANYTHING. He ignored Rhonda's gaze put his head down and stayed still. His arms hung down under the desk. He wasn't plotting, scheming or thinking about anything at all. Still, it was very hard to tell what was exactly going on in that insane mind of Curly's. You never could see past the thick glasses.
This wasn't right.
He looked up to where Lila sat. She was re-braiding her hair, and glaring angrily at anyone who looked at her funny. Ok, that was VERY wrong. Lila never acted that way. She always smiled. Was always sweet. Now she was acting like... Helga.
This wasn't right, not at all.
******Ok, much shorter than the last, but I'm tired. *snork* not too many people reviewed. I hope more do soon!!!! ******
******Please review!!!!!******
******Ugh. I think I might be anemic. Oh well, there was bound to be SOMETHING wrong with me besides insanity, right?******
******AND THE EVIL GUIDANCE COUNSELORS THINK IM ANOREXIC!!! Arg, adults can be such IDIOTS! I like to eat, but the food doesn't like me! IS THAT MY FAULT????******
******Sorry, I know you don care about these things. I jest had to whine today. After all, this is the day of evil.******
******I have issues. I should wear my Spongebob hat that says "I Have Issues!!!" on it. Then people could tell right away that I have issues. Wait, they can already tell?? Then why in the heck did I spend 5 bucks on this hat??? *eats it* ******
Where Are You Going, ch 2
By Tano, who still doesn't own a monkey, but when she does she will either name it Noodles or Jonathan, and dress it up as El Presidente and parade it around a Seven Eleven
Disclaimer: I like these things. They are fun cuz I can say em however I want which is why I write em as often as I can. Heck, if it weren't for all the threats I've been getting from the Monkeeys inside my head (they're gonna kill us all! SAVE ME!!!), I would write two, maybe even THREE every chapper! But they continue to threaten, so I wont. What was I talkin about again? Oh yes. Donuts! Donuts are very good, unless you are a sprinkle; then they mean certain death! Or a bad sunburn. *is hit in the head with a turtle* OWWWWW!!!! Wait, oh ya! I DON'T OWN HEY ARNOLD, CUZ IF I DID, I WOULD BE DA BEST CRAIG BARTLETT EVA!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh, flies away on her Pteradactyl*
Step Two: Make Rhonda fall in love with him. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, he WAS the hottest guy in the fourth grade. Curly grinned. Yes, soon Rhonda would be his, and then there were only 298 steps left until he was King of the Pastries-I mean, world.
He saw Rhonda out on the playground, talking to Nadine.
"And she was wearing GRAY shoes! Can you believe that? Ew!" Rhonda announced. Nadine said nothing. She seemed to be looking at something else in the distance.
Curly silently crept up beside Rhonda and tapped her on the shoulder. Rhonda turned and began screeching when she realized he had touched her.
Oh yeah, she digs me. Curly grinned.
"EW, CURLY!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!" Rhonda screamed.
"Oh come on, Rhonda! You know you want me!"
"Get away from me, you little FREAK!"
Nadine nudged him, "I think she DOES like you." she whispered as Rhonda continued to scream, "But don't tell Rhonda I told you that."
Curly suddenly hugged Rhonda, and her eyes became as wide as hubcaps, before she began yelling unintelligibly once more.
"Come Rhonda! Be my queen! I will give you all that you desire!" Curly shouted above the girl's screams. "Anything you want will be yours, my dear!"
Normally, Rhonda liked to have whatever she wanted, but Curly was TOUCHING her. She shouted some more.
"GO AWAY!!! I HATE YOU!!!" Somehow these words came out. Rhonda, apon realizing what she had said, immediately shut her mouth (a first in Rhonda History). That wasn't supposed to happen.
Curly let go, and walked away sadly, his head down. Step two was a failure. He would never take over the school without his queen. Another failure. Life- 6, Curly- 0.
Rhonda suddenly felt extremely guilty. She hadn't meant to say that. It was a lie! She SO did not hate him... why did she have to say that? She watched Curly walk away. He looked so... miserable. Could it be? Could Curly actually have FEELINGS? No way. Ugh, why did she have to say that? She felt so bad! No, Rhonda. You will not feel sad for that little psychotic. Still... ugh, her life really WAS over.
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Now Harold was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Recess was almost over and he hadn't done anything. There wasn't anything to do. Today was just boring. There was no one to talk to. Sid was hiding from something or other, Stinky was meditating again. Everyone else seemed too busy to notice him. There was no one to make fun of, no one to annoy, no one to talk to. Hmm. Where was Helga? She'd always found some joy in yelling at him. He would have liked to fight with her today. There was nothing better to do. But it seemed she wasn't there today.
The bell rang and he headed inside. .
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Lila sat at her desk in Mr. Simmons' class. She watched the door. Harold walked in first. Then Gerald and a distressed Phoebe. Then Nadine and Rhonda. Followed by Stinky and Sid. Last came an unusually normal seeming Curly. Arnold didn't come in at all. Was he still outside? Without a word to anyone, Lila walked back out of the classroom and headed for the door.
"Young lady?" a voice stopped her.
She yanked a green bow from one of her pigtails and spun around quickly, "Yes, Principal Wartz?" she said in her sweetest tone, smiling innocently at him.
"Where are you going? Did I not hear the bell ring? Shouldn't you be in class?" Ugh, so many questions to ask the same thing. He knew the answers, couldn't he just say "get back to class."?
"I'm ever so sorry sir, but you see," she pointed to the bowless reddish braid that was slowly starting to unravel, "I believe I left one of my ribbons on the playground, and I was hoping that I could run out there and get it. It is my very favorite-est one, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost it."
Principal Wartz, unusually gullible and trusting that day, smiled, "Of course, we wouldn't want you to lose your pretty ribbon. But hurry."
"Thank you ever so much, sir." Lila sort of curtsied and ran out the double doors to the playground.
Arnold still sat alone on the swings. He hadn't even notice that no one else was on the playground with him. He was still lost in his own confusing little world. Lila sat in the swing beside him. "Arnold?" she said softly, not wanting to surprise him or anything.
Arnold didn't look at her. He just continued to swing slightly from side to side.
"Arnold I-"
"Lila, don't talk to me. I don't want to hear about how you don't like-like me." he muttered.
"That's not what I wanted to say."
"What then?"
"I wanted to ask if you were alright." Lila said, "Recess was over a while ago."
"Was it?" Arnold said absently.
"So, are you feeling alright?"
Arnold shrugged, "I don't know anything."
"I'm sure she's ok." Lila blurted, "She's ever so strong. She can probably handle anything. I don't think you need to worry."
"Worry about what? I'm not worried about anything." Arnold still said this as though he didn't care.
Liar. "Arnold, she'll be ok."
"What are you talking about? You don't know what's wrong with me! Where do you come off saying things like that?" Arnold shouted and glared at her.
"You don't have to be so very MEAN!" Lila replied in the same harsh tone Arnold had used. "I'm only trying to make you feel better!"
"Well DON'T! You don't know ANYTHING!"
"I know more than YOU do!" Lila said and pushed the swing she had been sitting on as far behind her as she could. It swung over the bar and hung a foot higher off of the ground than it had been. Lila ran away, furious with Arnold.
Arnold glared after her.
Then he was alone again.
Good riddance. He wanted to be alone. He didn't need anyone.
But he was missing class. Oh who cared about class. They didn't even notice he was outside. He could go home if he wanted to. He could just get up and leave.
So he did.
He opened the door, stepped over his Grandma's stampeding pets.
His Grandpa saw him come in, "Arnold, you're home early." he said.
Arnold ignored him and stomped up to his bedroom in the attic. He slammed the door shut and lay on his bed. What was wrong with him?
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Brainy found himself awake again. Where was he now? Ugh, his head hurt. He sat up and looked around. But his glasses were now just shards of glass, barely holding together in the bent frames. Everything looked distorted. So he removed his broken glasses, and from his pocket, pulled out a green glasses case. He opened the case, removed the good pair that was inside, and replaced them with his newly broken ones. Then he stuffed the case back into his pocket. Now he could see.
He looked around again. He was under his desk. What time was it? He checked the clock on the far wall. He had missed lunch and recess. Of course, no one had noticed him as he had lain on the floor, unconscious for more than an hour. Perhaps it was his fault. He never went out of his way to even try to make one friend (although he had for a brief period of time tried being Harold's sidekick, but found it was too much work and took too much time out of his Helga watching). Maybe they just didn't remember he existed? Maybe.
Something about the class had changed since he had knocked himself out. Something... what was it?
Phoebe still looked very worried. Gerald was still trying to comfort her. That hadn't changed.
Sid was still trying to take a nap. Stinky was still trying to have his "VISION". Harold, though, seemed a bit preoccupied with something. Was he thinking? An odd thing for Harold to be doing, Brainy thought.
That wasn't the only thing different, he noticed. Rhonda was staring at Curly. She had this terribly sad look in her eyes, as though she would burst into tears at any moment. That was very strange. But Rhonda's behavior was not as strange as Curly's. Curly was acting... normal. Well, perhaps more depressed than normal, but whatever it was it was not normal for CURLY. He wasn't doing ANYTHING. He ignored Rhonda's gaze put his head down and stayed still. His arms hung down under the desk. He wasn't plotting, scheming or thinking about anything at all. Still, it was very hard to tell what was exactly going on in that insane mind of Curly's. You never could see past the thick glasses.
This wasn't right.
He looked up to where Lila sat. She was re-braiding her hair, and glaring angrily at anyone who looked at her funny. Ok, that was VERY wrong. Lila never acted that way. She always smiled. Was always sweet. Now she was acting like... Helga.
This wasn't right, not at all.
******Ok, much shorter than the last, but I'm tired. *snork* not too many people reviewed. I hope more do soon!!!! ******
******Please review!!!!!******
