The Unknown Truth
Chapter 1
Worry.. Worry..
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+| .
Like any other Monday morning Helga woke up at 6:00 a.m. with her alarm clock blaring the ring of annoyance and surprise. Helga groggy and grumpy slammed the alarm off and sat up rubbing away the sleep in her green eyes. Still the same Helga she was not physically the same Helga, she was now growing from her nine-year-old body, into an eighteen-year-old body, where she was now going through her period. Hell struck when she was going through the normal cycle, she was even more mean, aggressive, emotional, and worst of all more 'aware' of the males than usual.. especially Arnold who she still had a crush on. She had grown out of the one-eyebrow problem and although they were still close they had separated, after the nine other years had passed her by. Her chest was no longer flat, but she still wasn't that busty either, her hips had now grown in, so had her butt that made her more shapely and womanly.
She was one of the few who did not have boyfriends, or did not want one, her heart was still set on Arnold. Famous for his football shaped head and blue cap, his minor temper, and cool use of intellect. But unlike Helga, he was taken, and worse of all by Lily, Helga had never really taken the liking of her, but now that she had stolen her one true love, she loathed Lily. But she couldn't really blame Lily for taking him first. He too had gone through some changes, and although his personality stayed the same, his once light and soft voice, had now grown deep and cracked occasionally. He was still skinny but his arms were growing a bit more longer and stronger, he had also gotten taller and was now, starting to shave.
Helga stood up from her indigo bed, that was now new and but a total mess from moving around. Her thick, midnight purple, blanket, slipped off her, as she stared across her room to see her reflection. Her golden hair stuck from all ends as her night gown was wrinkled and stiff. She crossed the room to her closet and swung it open, picking out a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans while choosing some under garments. She slugged to the bathroom to get herself washed and dressed.
Helga dressed, refreshed, and looking more attractive than she did fifteen minutes ago, went to grab a pack of pads to find herself low on them. Only two more left and she still had three more days to go, worried she stuffed the two in her backpack and pulled on her jacket while making sure she had enough money to buy herself some pads. She strode to the bus stop, tapping her foot as she waited for the bus to arrive. She could feel her heart triple it's rate, when Arnold joined her. He had a car, but he liked to spend time with his friends too. He usually drove in his light-blue car after school to drive home Lily, "Hi Helga." He greeted, his low smooth voice made her want to melt as she made a hi back not bothering to look at him or smile back, she always felt uncomfortable around any boy, when going through her period. She felt so vulnerable and bare in front of them, like they could see through her.
Finally the bus came and with relief, Helga hurried onto the bus and paid while sitting next to the window in an empty seat. Phoebe; who would usually be on the bus, was home sick from a terrible cold that was so bad she couldn't even stay awake. It was getting lonely sitting alone at the lunch tables that were aligned neatly along the lunch room taped floor. Helga stared through the glass that was filthy with finger prints and stains from previous rain storms. Apartments whizzed by, as the bus strolled along the streets stopping for kids and teens who waited along the light tan sidewalk or adults who sat on the benches ready to go to their office.
They reached their high school where as usual teenagers crowded around the steps of the reddish brown bricked school. She pushed herself through the pool of teens, knocking into kid, who was talking with his friend, he gave her a short glare before returning to his conversation. Stress filled her chest worried weather she would make it through the school day without staining her underwear, she rushed to her brick red locker that was slightly dented from her and other eleventh graders abusing it. Reciting her locker combination, she opened the locker door as she heaved off her heavy book bag. She pulled out her supplies then shoving her now light book bag and the rest of her unneeded books, folders, and tablets, As she clutched her Indigo colored binder, with her reading material, and some loose papers.
Helga sat in the fifth row of her English class as she struggled to pay attention to the strict teacher who was babbling about where to put your punctuation in writing and work. She was too busy admiring Arnold whose head was down scribbling notes down in his light blue composition book that had papers sticking between some of the pile of lined paper. Helga sighed, catching everyone's attention, including the teacher's, "Ehem, Helga it would be nice of you to join us instead of daydreaming." Helga blushed, picking up her pencil, she slowly began to copy down the notes that lay on the board mocking her. As she looked up to catch some missed words she found Arnolds blue eyes on her. Pretending to have not noticed his glance she copied the rest of the recent written notes.
Two slow hours slugged on by as Helga tried to keep up with what the impatient teachers were chatting, writing sloppily on the badly erased black boards. The whole school was tense indeed, big tests were coming up, and the teachers had to get all the information into the students heads in four weeks, that would be sure to pass quickly. But that was not all the students were tense about, a surprise was coming soon in one more month, students whispered rapidly more often when the days started to pass. But as for the teachers they looked cross and worried when the subject came up, even if they refused to tell them what it was.
Lunch was finally arriving only three minutes left but their social studies teacher believed that teenagers should be disciplined, no matter how much the other students persuaded and argued that the others got to go five minutes early. Finally the bell rang as the hungry students rushed out the door before the teacher could demand them to exit in a formal and straight line. Helga rushed out though she wasn't that hungry, she was too worried, she was sure she would faint if her heart didn't slow down. She hated going through this like a nightmare every month that lasted five to seven days, worst of all everything that Arnold did would make her heart spin while zooming faster than a racing horse in her tight rib cage. She had made her own lunch this time instead of buying it although she did not eat.
Helga stared at the clock, just ten more minutes of class and she would be able to go to the store, Mr. Tonyoh who was their Math Teacher was as boring as ever and Helga could of sworn that somebody put the school clock on a slow motion mode and cursed the person who invented the slow paced clock. The others seemed anxious too, some chewed the end of their gel pens, while others, were looking blankly at the teacher to see if it would make the time seem fly by. Helga daydreamed on what Arnold would be doing right now, probably writing down notes Helga thought to herself. As she was about to sigh a signal of boredom, the shrill bell finally rang making her jump and let out a tiny yelp of surprise.
Helga tossed her bag over her shoulder her legs slightly wobbling from the sudden weight and slammed her locker door shut as she rushed through the maze of chatting teens. In her race to get to the store she collided with a person. She landed hard on her aching backside and moaned feeling the blood spill out of her, shaking her head her eyes were met up with a hand of apology. The hand belonged to her life long crush, Arnold, he seemed physically unmoved by the crash, but he did drop his book bag. "What's the rush Helga?" Helga dismissed his offering of help and stood up heaving her hundred pound book bag letting out a gasp of exhaustion , "Nothing for your concern." Helga said a bit sorry for sounding more rudely than she intended.
If Arnold was hurt by this then he was good at hiding it, acting unfazed by her cold response, "It must be I haven't seen you so stressed or hurried since that float parade incident." Helga now annoyed from him keeping her up, pushed passed him, "Like I said it is nothing for your concern." She rushed out if the school now in a slow but rushed jog. She reached the closest Bus stop about to get on, before the bus driver stopped her. "Sorry we're filled, Wait for the next bus." The lady pulled the handle letting the door close before Helga could threaten her. She felt a hand clasp on her tense shoulder and turned around about to holler at the person but only let her mouth exhale air, for she was face to face with none other than Arnold. "What do you want?" Arnold's eyes looked amused but his lips stayed in a straight pursed state. "Actually what do you want?" Arnold asked his voice mocking her knowing she needed help, Helga knowing she'd just make her waiting longer confessed. "I need to go to the market to uh. purchase something." Even though she didn't tell, her cheeks were starting fade into a rather bright pink shade.
"I'll drive you there then, besides I have to pick up something too." He led her to his light-blue car and unlocked the door letting her in and slid into the car himself, starting the engine. As the engine roared to life, Helga suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and opened the window hoping the light breeze would calm her down. It did but she still couldn't get the bugging voice that squealed; 'Your in Arnold's car!!' Helga sighed louder than she wanted to but luckily it didn't fetch Arnold's attention, "So what are you getting?" Arnold asked, either curious or was just striking up a conversation, Helga turned scarlet, "Personal." She mumbled turning away, so he couldn't see her flaming face, "Oh." Arnold chuckled, as random thoughts popped up into that creative mind of his. Helga still burning red couldn't decide to tell him what she was going to buy or to just let conjure more idea's that might make Helga burst into flames from blushing so hard and bright.
Arnold's car slowed down giving one slight jerk and ceased the light noise and groans from the speed bumps and small pot holes. Helga swung the door open and jumped out hoping she didn't leave a blood stain, she didn't. Walking as quickly as possible she went through the automatic doors and let the rush of cold air kiss her face, Arnold followed behind but started off to aisle 4 whatever that was. Reaching for the brand of pads she used and scurried to a short lined cash register, where a grinning woman stood scanning the items and nodding when the right price came up and frowning when something went wrong. Holding her pads as close as possible and gripping her purse she waited tensely till it was her turn. "Helga?" Helga jumped in surprise and saw Arnold holding is own purchase but going red when he noticed what was in her very hands, realizing that he saw she whisked the pads behind her back as she backed away and placed the item on the rail giving the register lady a look of death if she didn't hurry. The lady giggled but hurried noticing Arnold behind her, "Boyfriend?" she asked, Helga taken aback as she blushed and shook her head. "Well you guys would look great together." The lady muttered under her breath and winked at Arnold who was looking down at his sneakers as if he never saw them before, Helga nodded and rushed out the door.
Chapter 1
Worry.. Worry..
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+| .
Like any other Monday morning Helga woke up at 6:00 a.m. with her alarm clock blaring the ring of annoyance and surprise. Helga groggy and grumpy slammed the alarm off and sat up rubbing away the sleep in her green eyes. Still the same Helga she was not physically the same Helga, she was now growing from her nine-year-old body, into an eighteen-year-old body, where she was now going through her period. Hell struck when she was going through the normal cycle, she was even more mean, aggressive, emotional, and worst of all more 'aware' of the males than usual.. especially Arnold who she still had a crush on. She had grown out of the one-eyebrow problem and although they were still close they had separated, after the nine other years had passed her by. Her chest was no longer flat, but she still wasn't that busty either, her hips had now grown in, so had her butt that made her more shapely and womanly.
She was one of the few who did not have boyfriends, or did not want one, her heart was still set on Arnold. Famous for his football shaped head and blue cap, his minor temper, and cool use of intellect. But unlike Helga, he was taken, and worse of all by Lily, Helga had never really taken the liking of her, but now that she had stolen her one true love, she loathed Lily. But she couldn't really blame Lily for taking him first. He too had gone through some changes, and although his personality stayed the same, his once light and soft voice, had now grown deep and cracked occasionally. He was still skinny but his arms were growing a bit more longer and stronger, he had also gotten taller and was now, starting to shave.
Helga stood up from her indigo bed, that was now new and but a total mess from moving around. Her thick, midnight purple, blanket, slipped off her, as she stared across her room to see her reflection. Her golden hair stuck from all ends as her night gown was wrinkled and stiff. She crossed the room to her closet and swung it open, picking out a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans while choosing some under garments. She slugged to the bathroom to get herself washed and dressed.
Helga dressed, refreshed, and looking more attractive than she did fifteen minutes ago, went to grab a pack of pads to find herself low on them. Only two more left and she still had three more days to go, worried she stuffed the two in her backpack and pulled on her jacket while making sure she had enough money to buy herself some pads. She strode to the bus stop, tapping her foot as she waited for the bus to arrive. She could feel her heart triple it's rate, when Arnold joined her. He had a car, but he liked to spend time with his friends too. He usually drove in his light-blue car after school to drive home Lily, "Hi Helga." He greeted, his low smooth voice made her want to melt as she made a hi back not bothering to look at him or smile back, she always felt uncomfortable around any boy, when going through her period. She felt so vulnerable and bare in front of them, like they could see through her.
Finally the bus came and with relief, Helga hurried onto the bus and paid while sitting next to the window in an empty seat. Phoebe; who would usually be on the bus, was home sick from a terrible cold that was so bad she couldn't even stay awake. It was getting lonely sitting alone at the lunch tables that were aligned neatly along the lunch room taped floor. Helga stared through the glass that was filthy with finger prints and stains from previous rain storms. Apartments whizzed by, as the bus strolled along the streets stopping for kids and teens who waited along the light tan sidewalk or adults who sat on the benches ready to go to their office.
They reached their high school where as usual teenagers crowded around the steps of the reddish brown bricked school. She pushed herself through the pool of teens, knocking into kid, who was talking with his friend, he gave her a short glare before returning to his conversation. Stress filled her chest worried weather she would make it through the school day without staining her underwear, she rushed to her brick red locker that was slightly dented from her and other eleventh graders abusing it. Reciting her locker combination, she opened the locker door as she heaved off her heavy book bag. She pulled out her supplies then shoving her now light book bag and the rest of her unneeded books, folders, and tablets, As she clutched her Indigo colored binder, with her reading material, and some loose papers.
Helga sat in the fifth row of her English class as she struggled to pay attention to the strict teacher who was babbling about where to put your punctuation in writing and work. She was too busy admiring Arnold whose head was down scribbling notes down in his light blue composition book that had papers sticking between some of the pile of lined paper. Helga sighed, catching everyone's attention, including the teacher's, "Ehem, Helga it would be nice of you to join us instead of daydreaming." Helga blushed, picking up her pencil, she slowly began to copy down the notes that lay on the board mocking her. As she looked up to catch some missed words she found Arnolds blue eyes on her. Pretending to have not noticed his glance she copied the rest of the recent written notes.
Two slow hours slugged on by as Helga tried to keep up with what the impatient teachers were chatting, writing sloppily on the badly erased black boards. The whole school was tense indeed, big tests were coming up, and the teachers had to get all the information into the students heads in four weeks, that would be sure to pass quickly. But that was not all the students were tense about, a surprise was coming soon in one more month, students whispered rapidly more often when the days started to pass. But as for the teachers they looked cross and worried when the subject came up, even if they refused to tell them what it was.
Lunch was finally arriving only three minutes left but their social studies teacher believed that teenagers should be disciplined, no matter how much the other students persuaded and argued that the others got to go five minutes early. Finally the bell rang as the hungry students rushed out the door before the teacher could demand them to exit in a formal and straight line. Helga rushed out though she wasn't that hungry, she was too worried, she was sure she would faint if her heart didn't slow down. She hated going through this like a nightmare every month that lasted five to seven days, worst of all everything that Arnold did would make her heart spin while zooming faster than a racing horse in her tight rib cage. She had made her own lunch this time instead of buying it although she did not eat.
Helga stared at the clock, just ten more minutes of class and she would be able to go to the store, Mr. Tonyoh who was their Math Teacher was as boring as ever and Helga could of sworn that somebody put the school clock on a slow motion mode and cursed the person who invented the slow paced clock. The others seemed anxious too, some chewed the end of their gel pens, while others, were looking blankly at the teacher to see if it would make the time seem fly by. Helga daydreamed on what Arnold would be doing right now, probably writing down notes Helga thought to herself. As she was about to sigh a signal of boredom, the shrill bell finally rang making her jump and let out a tiny yelp of surprise.
Helga tossed her bag over her shoulder her legs slightly wobbling from the sudden weight and slammed her locker door shut as she rushed through the maze of chatting teens. In her race to get to the store she collided with a person. She landed hard on her aching backside and moaned feeling the blood spill out of her, shaking her head her eyes were met up with a hand of apology. The hand belonged to her life long crush, Arnold, he seemed physically unmoved by the crash, but he did drop his book bag. "What's the rush Helga?" Helga dismissed his offering of help and stood up heaving her hundred pound book bag letting out a gasp of exhaustion , "Nothing for your concern." Helga said a bit sorry for sounding more rudely than she intended.
If Arnold was hurt by this then he was good at hiding it, acting unfazed by her cold response, "It must be I haven't seen you so stressed or hurried since that float parade incident." Helga now annoyed from him keeping her up, pushed passed him, "Like I said it is nothing for your concern." She rushed out if the school now in a slow but rushed jog. She reached the closest Bus stop about to get on, before the bus driver stopped her. "Sorry we're filled, Wait for the next bus." The lady pulled the handle letting the door close before Helga could threaten her. She felt a hand clasp on her tense shoulder and turned around about to holler at the person but only let her mouth exhale air, for she was face to face with none other than Arnold. "What do you want?" Arnold's eyes looked amused but his lips stayed in a straight pursed state. "Actually what do you want?" Arnold asked his voice mocking her knowing she needed help, Helga knowing she'd just make her waiting longer confessed. "I need to go to the market to uh. purchase something." Even though she didn't tell, her cheeks were starting fade into a rather bright pink shade.
"I'll drive you there then, besides I have to pick up something too." He led her to his light-blue car and unlocked the door letting her in and slid into the car himself, starting the engine. As the engine roared to life, Helga suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and opened the window hoping the light breeze would calm her down. It did but she still couldn't get the bugging voice that squealed; 'Your in Arnold's car!!' Helga sighed louder than she wanted to but luckily it didn't fetch Arnold's attention, "So what are you getting?" Arnold asked, either curious or was just striking up a conversation, Helga turned scarlet, "Personal." She mumbled turning away, so he couldn't see her flaming face, "Oh." Arnold chuckled, as random thoughts popped up into that creative mind of his. Helga still burning red couldn't decide to tell him what she was going to buy or to just let conjure more idea's that might make Helga burst into flames from blushing so hard and bright.
Arnold's car slowed down giving one slight jerk and ceased the light noise and groans from the speed bumps and small pot holes. Helga swung the door open and jumped out hoping she didn't leave a blood stain, she didn't. Walking as quickly as possible she went through the automatic doors and let the rush of cold air kiss her face, Arnold followed behind but started off to aisle 4 whatever that was. Reaching for the brand of pads she used and scurried to a short lined cash register, where a grinning woman stood scanning the items and nodding when the right price came up and frowning when something went wrong. Holding her pads as close as possible and gripping her purse she waited tensely till it was her turn. "Helga?" Helga jumped in surprise and saw Arnold holding is own purchase but going red when he noticed what was in her very hands, realizing that he saw she whisked the pads behind her back as she backed away and placed the item on the rail giving the register lady a look of death if she didn't hurry. The lady giggled but hurried noticing Arnold behind her, "Boyfriend?" she asked, Helga taken aback as she blushed and shook her head. "Well you guys would look great together." The lady muttered under her breath and winked at Arnold who was looking down at his sneakers as if he never saw them before, Helga nodded and rushed out the door.