******Ok, here's chapper 3, hooray for me! I haven't had much
inspiration to write lately, but I'm trying! You guys who like my
insanity, go to my diary thing at -
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comment if you can, thanks!******
******Hehe, I made Curly act like Johnny Bravo and then switch to sad. Weird.******
Where Are You Going, Chapper 3
By Tano
******Disclaimer: Didn't you hear the news? Craig's giving me Hey Arnold for my birthday next month! I know, I am so lucky! *evil laugh* What? No! You can't do this to me!!! I OWN HEY ARNOLD!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *they take Tano away, haha, to the happy home with all that stuff and the padded walls, and the smiling monkey basketweavers* ******
(We start with a poem, don't ask why)
How do you fix something, when you don't know what's broken?
How do you apologize, when you aren't sure of what you did wrong?
How do you find something, when you don't know where to look?
And everyone is angry, hurt, afraid.
And everyone is left alone and betrayed.
We don't know what to do. Don't know what to say.
So there we sit. We hope, we pray.
"Tomorrow will be a better day"
"Tomorrow things will be ok."
(And it ends here, on to the story *hooray*)
He reluctantly went to school the next day. Again, he noticed Helga was gone. He was still depressed. He still had no idea. He took his seat and stared up at Lila. She looked different that day. Angrier. Had he caused this?
As Brainy had the day before, Arnold noticed that things weren't as they should have been. Was this all because Helga wasn't around? But she had been absent before, and nobody had ever been affected. What was so different about this time?
Too many thoughts in his head, he began to write to sort them out. He had learned before that by writing things down, he could understand them better. Get a better grip on reality. He scribbled furiously on his piece of notebook paper, allowing himself to daydream a bit so that he could get everything down.
He looked down at the paper, and it read "Helga Pataki" over and over. He sighed. He missed her, he guessed. But this was different. He was more worried than anything. Why should he be? Unless something was really wrong....
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Brainy didn't go to school that day. He stayed home to figure things out. Alright. Helga wasn't at school, and no one knew where she was. The only answer was to go to her house. Why hadn't he done this the day before? Well, he had gone to the Pataki household, but he didn't go inside. Yes, he would spy on Helga, but he would never break into her house to do it.
He found it wasn't too hard to do. He only had to walk up to the door, and slowly push it open. Why wasn't the door locked? He slipped inside and shut the door quietly behind him. He looked around. Broken glass everywhere. In the hall, pictures of Olga where smashed on the floor. The trophy room was wrecked as well. Brainy began to wheeze fearfully. But he continued to search the house. In the kitchen, Miriam lay on the floor, not moving. Was she alive? He took a closer look. She seemed to be breathing. Someone had beaten her rather badly. There were bruises on the woman's face and neck.
Someone had done this to her. Oh god, what about Helga?
He went up the stairs, very afraid. What if whoever had done this was still inside the house? What if they were just waiting for someone to come inside... and... Oh god.
He reached the top and looked around, he found Bob and Miriam's room. He looked inside, his heart beat faster and faster. And then he saw something that made him almost cry out. Bob lay on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. He had been shot. He was dead. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Why had Brainy come here? And why hadn't anyone noticed this? Why weren't the police at the house, investigating? Where was Helga?
Shaking, Brainy continued to Helga's room. She wasn't there. He searched the rest of the house. Nothing. What had happened to Helga?
He ran out of that house. He wanted to be far away from it. He ran down a block and to a pay phone. And he called the police.
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Funny how you can be so obsessed, so worried your own problems, until something really horrible happens. Your problems then seem ridiculous and petty in comparison. Mr. Simmons' fourth grade class and the rest of Hillwood would learn this the hard way.
******Woah... where did all of this come from? So sorry to you guys who don't like this sort of story. I wasn't really planning this, but I sort of like where it's going. We'll find out what happened to Helga soon.******
******Yes, very short, but please review!******
******Hehe, I made Curly act like Johnny Bravo and then switch to sad. Weird.******
Where Are You Going, Chapper 3
By Tano
******Disclaimer: Didn't you hear the news? Craig's giving me Hey Arnold for my birthday next month! I know, I am so lucky! *evil laugh* What? No! You can't do this to me!!! I OWN HEY ARNOLD!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *they take Tano away, haha, to the happy home with all that stuff and the padded walls, and the smiling monkey basketweavers* ******
(We start with a poem, don't ask why)
How do you fix something, when you don't know what's broken?
How do you apologize, when you aren't sure of what you did wrong?
How do you find something, when you don't know where to look?
And everyone is angry, hurt, afraid.
And everyone is left alone and betrayed.
We don't know what to do. Don't know what to say.
So there we sit. We hope, we pray.
"Tomorrow will be a better day"
"Tomorrow things will be ok."
(And it ends here, on to the story *hooray*)
He reluctantly went to school the next day. Again, he noticed Helga was gone. He was still depressed. He still had no idea. He took his seat and stared up at Lila. She looked different that day. Angrier. Had he caused this?
As Brainy had the day before, Arnold noticed that things weren't as they should have been. Was this all because Helga wasn't around? But she had been absent before, and nobody had ever been affected. What was so different about this time?
Too many thoughts in his head, he began to write to sort them out. He had learned before that by writing things down, he could understand them better. Get a better grip on reality. He scribbled furiously on his piece of notebook paper, allowing himself to daydream a bit so that he could get everything down.
He looked down at the paper, and it read "Helga Pataki" over and over. He sighed. He missed her, he guessed. But this was different. He was more worried than anything. Why should he be? Unless something was really wrong....
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Brainy didn't go to school that day. He stayed home to figure things out. Alright. Helga wasn't at school, and no one knew where she was. The only answer was to go to her house. Why hadn't he done this the day before? Well, he had gone to the Pataki household, but he didn't go inside. Yes, he would spy on Helga, but he would never break into her house to do it.
He found it wasn't too hard to do. He only had to walk up to the door, and slowly push it open. Why wasn't the door locked? He slipped inside and shut the door quietly behind him. He looked around. Broken glass everywhere. In the hall, pictures of Olga where smashed on the floor. The trophy room was wrecked as well. Brainy began to wheeze fearfully. But he continued to search the house. In the kitchen, Miriam lay on the floor, not moving. Was she alive? He took a closer look. She seemed to be breathing. Someone had beaten her rather badly. There were bruises on the woman's face and neck.
Someone had done this to her. Oh god, what about Helga?
He went up the stairs, very afraid. What if whoever had done this was still inside the house? What if they were just waiting for someone to come inside... and... Oh god.
He reached the top and looked around, he found Bob and Miriam's room. He looked inside, his heart beat faster and faster. And then he saw something that made him almost cry out. Bob lay on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. He had been shot. He was dead. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Why had Brainy come here? And why hadn't anyone noticed this? Why weren't the police at the house, investigating? Where was Helga?
Shaking, Brainy continued to Helga's room. She wasn't there. He searched the rest of the house. Nothing. What had happened to Helga?
He ran out of that house. He wanted to be far away from it. He ran down a block and to a pay phone. And he called the police.
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Funny how you can be so obsessed, so worried your own problems, until something really horrible happens. Your problems then seem ridiculous and petty in comparison. Mr. Simmons' fourth grade class and the rest of Hillwood would learn this the hard way.
******Woah... where did all of this come from? So sorry to you guys who don't like this sort of story. I wasn't really planning this, but I sort of like where it's going. We'll find out what happened to Helga soon.******
******Yes, very short, but please review!******
