The Unknown Truth
Chapter 2
The Locket and Dream
Vision of:
Arnold
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
Arnold hurried to where Helga stood twisting the plastic that was wrapped tightly around her slim finger, her face was burning red as she looked up at the sky, he had to admit she had grown more appealing with her curves and change of shape, although he was not a shamed. This was observation not lust, for which others had thought her as but for her beauty and personality she has yet to have a boyfriend. But she didn't seem to mind so he didn't bother to ask, he considered her a friend, since she had stopped calling him football head guess she got tired of, it at least that was what he could conjure up with. He was now with someone who was pleasant but who could act rather annoying at times, but their loyalty and relationship have stayed strong, even when Abner, the pig, died.
"I'll drive you home." Arnold said not sounding a bit like she had a choice, he didn't want her to walk home alone especially when is was starting to really get dark, "I'll be fine." Helga assured him starting to walk it was about five miles to her apartment, it would maybe take her thirty minutes to get there, "It's too dark." Arnold insisted, "It's alright mommy, I'll be home before eight. Honestly Arnold your such a worry wart." Helga laughed, waving goodbye. Arnold fought the urge to slap her silly for being so stubborn and foolish she could get hurt, but he chuckled at him self he was a worry wart. Helga was now long gone and out of sight, he walked toward his car, his car wasn't the best, it was light blue. It wasn't that glamorous but people did admire it because it was unique, it had a small symbol on it that meant for peace. Both on his car doors, he opened the doors stepping in the car slightly rocking from his weight. He turned the ignition and pulled out of the lot then drove off onto the highway.
He parked his car near his apartment locking the doors he whisked his parcels and bag noticing something gold and somewhat rusty, he picked it up, it was warm from being sat on. He examined more closely, it was a locket. He flipped it over to find his picture in the frame, his heart skipped several beats, did, someone else have a crush on him, Helga's name popped in his mind. But, it was impossible!! She bullied him so much, he listed all the reasons she couldn't like him, but as he reached his door he decided it has to be someone else. Maybe it was Lily's, after all they were pretty close as friends and couples, he had a picture of her in his bedroom on his desk too. Shoving the locket into his pant's pocket as he opened the apartment door, to be greeted by Grandpa who was arguing with Grandma over some stupid disagreement. He didn't bother to say hi to them, they have been fighting for the past few weeks over Arnold and who he is closets to, walking upstairs he pulled down the door that lead to his room.
He glanced at his alarm clock to see it was 7:48, almost time for dinner wondering what they were going to have tonight he pulled out his remote and pressed a button as the radio sounded on putting on some light music. He placed his book bag next to his desk and pulled out his text books and tablets setting them down onto his messy desk, his computer that lay quiet and some dust layering on the monitor screen. He had been so busy with studying and homework he hadn't time for chat or games, maybe a couple of baseball or basketball, with some in door Swimming a week, he was also spending more time with Lily, going to the movies a small dinner, sometimes even a walk along the park where he would usually meet Helga writing, reading, or sewing. He pulled his chair and sat in it sighing scooting over to his pile of homework, opening his math textbook and notebook he scanned his assignment book checking for some important work. Another night of homework he breathed wishing he could be somewhere else.
He was half way done his homework (working on his social studies essay questions), when Gertrude called down for dinner, although he did not look forward to another evening of silent or arguing eating he was hungry and the aroma that wafted through the crack of the door did smell appetizing. He lifted himself from his cushioned chair and opened his door, and sauntered down the steep steps and down the hall to the second set of stairs and finally reaching the crowded kitchen. Although they looked pleasant with their plates full of spaghetti and milk, he could sense the tension in the air, eyes averted toward one another glancing back to their plate when their eyes met.
Dinner like Arnold predicted was dull nobody talked or even smiled, Arnold was now getting tired of it but he didn't want to cause a fight over something as stupid as that, or was it stupid? Arnold thought as he gulped down the last of his milk and pushed him self up from the table grabbing his plate and laid it into the overfilled sink. He predicted that he would be washing the dishes tonight, he also predicted that Grandpa would be sleeping on the floor again and there would be more fighting, sulkily he went for his room not bothering to say goodnight. His homework that seemed to lean on him so much and put a heavy load on him, he slammed his door shut and walked toward his unfinished homework.
Arnold rubbed his eyes it was 9:00 now and at his bedtime now but he still had to read two chapters of Huckle Berry Finn, he didn't like the story but it was for his grades that he tried to enjoy it. He would have to finish it tomorrow during the lunch hour or something, he yawned covering his mouth he reached for his remote in his pocket to remember the locket. He pulled it out and examined once more, maybe it would give a clue to who owned it, his thoughts traveled to Helga. Could she have feelings for me? He shook the thoughts away, maybe it's just a trick, but some how he doubted it. He set down the locket and searched his pockets one more to still find no remote, looking around he caught sight of it on his desk and pushed the power button as the lights went out and the only source of glow was from the moonlight that flooded through the windows on the roof of his quiet room.
Arnold found himself in a very disturbing dream; he was running but he didn't know from what. Hands reached out to him but as he tried to grab one they were whisked away, he could hear a faint sound sobbing. He searched for it was the faces of Gertrude and Phil were appearing, angry eyes, and grim slim lips. His running was soon replaced by falling, he couldn't see anything pass by, like he was falling in place. Finally he landed hard to the ground, it was moist but solid like concrete on covered with light and vulnerable grass. He began to run again the sobs growing louder, trees started to form tearing at his clothes and ripping his flesh, he stopped to find the owner of the pathetic sobs, it was a girl with golden hair. Her hair was a mess, dead twigs, dried leaves, and mud stuck in her hair, her clothes torn and ragged but when he came to go see her wolves out of no where appeared, growling and snarling. Their yellow teeth gleamed with drool and blood, their eyes full of anger and yet a very faint hint of fright. Before he could more they pounced him.
Arnold woke up sweating and warm, his eyes were shot with fear and confusion, he looked around panting from his previous dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. He thoughts wondered back to the frightening yet unusual dream, the girl who was she? She reminded him of someone but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, after several minutes of brainstorming and no success decided he needed to get a glass of milk. He flipped himself over the side of the bed and stood up blindly walking to the door, where ever it was, finally he found the light switch and flicked on the lights as the warm glow of comfort and light made him calmer. He quietly creaked open his door sneaking down the flight of stairs he slipped past the closed hallway, then snuck down the other set of stair that seemed to echo every time he took a step. Reaching the pitch black kitchen he switched the light on and now with more relief he didn't wake anybody.
He opened the fridge letting the ice cold breeze cool his sweaty body as the light flood his standing spot, he grabbed the carton of milk and took a tall glass off the cabinet shelf and slowly poured the milk in making sure it wasn't over flowing . He placed the carton back into the fridge closing the cold door and took a sip of the fresh milk, taking a glance at him self in the mirror of the hallway, 'not that bad' he said to himself, he had grown taller about 5"8 now, even though he still looked weak he was rather strong, one of the strongest in his phys ed class. Although muscle did show through his white t-shirt, he was starting to grow a little mustache but not too visible, his hair, still golden, and small ears with the same football head and uncontrollable hair.
Arnold now calmer started up long stairs taking small sips from his milk enjoying the calming effect on him as he felt more relaxed and sleepy his bedroom door became closer into view. He groped for the long string that opened the stairs, he found it pulling it down he backed away letting the stair fall on the own put his foot between the stairs and floor so it wouldn't make such a racket when it landed although it sent pain searing through his foot. He slowly pulled away his foot making it only sound of a soft thud, making sure there where were no signs of people waking up, he quietly snuck up to his room, and closed the door behind him. He glanced at his clock, 3: 54 in the morning, he would probably only have two more ours of sleep, by this time he had forgotten the whole dream and gulped down the rest of his half full glass of milk and flicked the lights off setting the glass on end tables then trudged back to his inviting bed and fell to sleep almost at once.
The bright morning sun flooded through the glass windows as his alarm clock screeched it was morning. Arnold groaned, opening his sleepy and lazy eyes he yawned stretching his arms he sat up and looked around his room, to find that the empty glass that was once stained with milk was now gone. It didn't bother him too much he was curious how it left his room without sprouting legs, arms and scampered out of his room.
He looked at his clock 6:04 am it blinked, the loud alarm had long stopped after 6:00 was replaced by 6:01, he yawned again this time covering his mouth he stumbled out of his bed and reached for his closet staring at his jeans, and shirts that hung waiting for him patiently to choose. He grabbed his light blue jeans and button-up white shirt, the sleeves ending below the elbow, he then whisked his toothbrush, shampoo, and liquid soap. He closed his closet door and crossed his room to his door and left his silent but somewhat messy room. Not worrying to wake anybody up he rushed to the bathroom and shut the door locking it, he used to not lock the bathroom door but when he didn't people sometimes barged in on him. He turned on the light and started the water for his shower.
Washed, dried and dressed he walked out of the steamy bathroom, he stepped into the hallway, striding toward his closed door, he had left the stairs open so he wouldn't have go through the painful process again. Walking up to his bedroom door he slipped inside, right now he didn't want to talk to anybody, it was a mine field in the apartment so now he mostly stayed inside or just spent time with his friends outside or somewhere else. Arnold checked his watch that lay on the end-table he had about ten minutes to eat breakfast and walk to the bus stop. Then he remembered, did Helga get home safely? He pondered weather he should call her or not but finally assured himself he would find out at the bus stop, he nibbled on the piece of toast that he had snatched while walking back from the laundry room. Slipping on his watch and shoes (he was already wearing his white gym socks), he fitted his blue cap on and grabbed his book bag and reading book which he still didn't read yet.
Rushing out of his apartment he ran to the bus stop swallowing the rest of his buttered toast and skidded to a stop when he and bus met, waving his hand the bus came to a halt giving out an exhaust of steam. He hopped onto the bus and settled in the closet seat he could find, he pulled out the book he was supposed to read yesterday for homework and flipped the pages till he found the chapter he was searching and began to quickly read. He ignored the noises the bus made when it stopped he felt somebody slump next to him but ignored the person, he needed to get the chapters done. Actually he was done chapter six up to the second page of chapter seven but he still needed to read five more pages, "You seem to really enjoy the book, you're reading pretty fast." The person next to him joked, "No, hate it." He said shortly, he glanced at the girl to be Helga. She was looking forward again but he some how sensed she was very tense, nervous, maybe a pinch of uneasy, probably his senses going wild he decided. Her thumbs fumbled with each other as her breathing was a little raspy, as a pink shade of blush appeared on her light peach skin. Before he could go back to his reading Helga asked him a question that nearly made him fall back.
Chapter 2
The Locket and Dream
Vision of:
Arnold
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
Arnold hurried to where Helga stood twisting the plastic that was wrapped tightly around her slim finger, her face was burning red as she looked up at the sky, he had to admit she had grown more appealing with her curves and change of shape, although he was not a shamed. This was observation not lust, for which others had thought her as but for her beauty and personality she has yet to have a boyfriend. But she didn't seem to mind so he didn't bother to ask, he considered her a friend, since she had stopped calling him football head guess she got tired of, it at least that was what he could conjure up with. He was now with someone who was pleasant but who could act rather annoying at times, but their loyalty and relationship have stayed strong, even when Abner, the pig, died.
"I'll drive you home." Arnold said not sounding a bit like she had a choice, he didn't want her to walk home alone especially when is was starting to really get dark, "I'll be fine." Helga assured him starting to walk it was about five miles to her apartment, it would maybe take her thirty minutes to get there, "It's too dark." Arnold insisted, "It's alright mommy, I'll be home before eight. Honestly Arnold your such a worry wart." Helga laughed, waving goodbye. Arnold fought the urge to slap her silly for being so stubborn and foolish she could get hurt, but he chuckled at him self he was a worry wart. Helga was now long gone and out of sight, he walked toward his car, his car wasn't the best, it was light blue. It wasn't that glamorous but people did admire it because it was unique, it had a small symbol on it that meant for peace. Both on his car doors, he opened the doors stepping in the car slightly rocking from his weight. He turned the ignition and pulled out of the lot then drove off onto the highway.
He parked his car near his apartment locking the doors he whisked his parcels and bag noticing something gold and somewhat rusty, he picked it up, it was warm from being sat on. He examined more closely, it was a locket. He flipped it over to find his picture in the frame, his heart skipped several beats, did, someone else have a crush on him, Helga's name popped in his mind. But, it was impossible!! She bullied him so much, he listed all the reasons she couldn't like him, but as he reached his door he decided it has to be someone else. Maybe it was Lily's, after all they were pretty close as friends and couples, he had a picture of her in his bedroom on his desk too. Shoving the locket into his pant's pocket as he opened the apartment door, to be greeted by Grandpa who was arguing with Grandma over some stupid disagreement. He didn't bother to say hi to them, they have been fighting for the past few weeks over Arnold and who he is closets to, walking upstairs he pulled down the door that lead to his room.
He glanced at his alarm clock to see it was 7:48, almost time for dinner wondering what they were going to have tonight he pulled out his remote and pressed a button as the radio sounded on putting on some light music. He placed his book bag next to his desk and pulled out his text books and tablets setting them down onto his messy desk, his computer that lay quiet and some dust layering on the monitor screen. He had been so busy with studying and homework he hadn't time for chat or games, maybe a couple of baseball or basketball, with some in door Swimming a week, he was also spending more time with Lily, going to the movies a small dinner, sometimes even a walk along the park where he would usually meet Helga writing, reading, or sewing. He pulled his chair and sat in it sighing scooting over to his pile of homework, opening his math textbook and notebook he scanned his assignment book checking for some important work. Another night of homework he breathed wishing he could be somewhere else.
He was half way done his homework (working on his social studies essay questions), when Gertrude called down for dinner, although he did not look forward to another evening of silent or arguing eating he was hungry and the aroma that wafted through the crack of the door did smell appetizing. He lifted himself from his cushioned chair and opened his door, and sauntered down the steep steps and down the hall to the second set of stairs and finally reaching the crowded kitchen. Although they looked pleasant with their plates full of spaghetti and milk, he could sense the tension in the air, eyes averted toward one another glancing back to their plate when their eyes met.
Dinner like Arnold predicted was dull nobody talked or even smiled, Arnold was now getting tired of it but he didn't want to cause a fight over something as stupid as that, or was it stupid? Arnold thought as he gulped down the last of his milk and pushed him self up from the table grabbing his plate and laid it into the overfilled sink. He predicted that he would be washing the dishes tonight, he also predicted that Grandpa would be sleeping on the floor again and there would be more fighting, sulkily he went for his room not bothering to say goodnight. His homework that seemed to lean on him so much and put a heavy load on him, he slammed his door shut and walked toward his unfinished homework.
Arnold rubbed his eyes it was 9:00 now and at his bedtime now but he still had to read two chapters of Huckle Berry Finn, he didn't like the story but it was for his grades that he tried to enjoy it. He would have to finish it tomorrow during the lunch hour or something, he yawned covering his mouth he reached for his remote in his pocket to remember the locket. He pulled it out and examined once more, maybe it would give a clue to who owned it, his thoughts traveled to Helga. Could she have feelings for me? He shook the thoughts away, maybe it's just a trick, but some how he doubted it. He set down the locket and searched his pockets one more to still find no remote, looking around he caught sight of it on his desk and pushed the power button as the lights went out and the only source of glow was from the moonlight that flooded through the windows on the roof of his quiet room.
Arnold found himself in a very disturbing dream; he was running but he didn't know from what. Hands reached out to him but as he tried to grab one they were whisked away, he could hear a faint sound sobbing. He searched for it was the faces of Gertrude and Phil were appearing, angry eyes, and grim slim lips. His running was soon replaced by falling, he couldn't see anything pass by, like he was falling in place. Finally he landed hard to the ground, it was moist but solid like concrete on covered with light and vulnerable grass. He began to run again the sobs growing louder, trees started to form tearing at his clothes and ripping his flesh, he stopped to find the owner of the pathetic sobs, it was a girl with golden hair. Her hair was a mess, dead twigs, dried leaves, and mud stuck in her hair, her clothes torn and ragged but when he came to go see her wolves out of no where appeared, growling and snarling. Their yellow teeth gleamed with drool and blood, their eyes full of anger and yet a very faint hint of fright. Before he could more they pounced him.
Arnold woke up sweating and warm, his eyes were shot with fear and confusion, he looked around panting from his previous dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. He thoughts wondered back to the frightening yet unusual dream, the girl who was she? She reminded him of someone but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, after several minutes of brainstorming and no success decided he needed to get a glass of milk. He flipped himself over the side of the bed and stood up blindly walking to the door, where ever it was, finally he found the light switch and flicked on the lights as the warm glow of comfort and light made him calmer. He quietly creaked open his door sneaking down the flight of stairs he slipped past the closed hallway, then snuck down the other set of stair that seemed to echo every time he took a step. Reaching the pitch black kitchen he switched the light on and now with more relief he didn't wake anybody.
He opened the fridge letting the ice cold breeze cool his sweaty body as the light flood his standing spot, he grabbed the carton of milk and took a tall glass off the cabinet shelf and slowly poured the milk in making sure it wasn't over flowing . He placed the carton back into the fridge closing the cold door and took a sip of the fresh milk, taking a glance at him self in the mirror of the hallway, 'not that bad' he said to himself, he had grown taller about 5"8 now, even though he still looked weak he was rather strong, one of the strongest in his phys ed class. Although muscle did show through his white t-shirt, he was starting to grow a little mustache but not too visible, his hair, still golden, and small ears with the same football head and uncontrollable hair.
Arnold now calmer started up long stairs taking small sips from his milk enjoying the calming effect on him as he felt more relaxed and sleepy his bedroom door became closer into view. He groped for the long string that opened the stairs, he found it pulling it down he backed away letting the stair fall on the own put his foot between the stairs and floor so it wouldn't make such a racket when it landed although it sent pain searing through his foot. He slowly pulled away his foot making it only sound of a soft thud, making sure there where were no signs of people waking up, he quietly snuck up to his room, and closed the door behind him. He glanced at his clock, 3: 54 in the morning, he would probably only have two more ours of sleep, by this time he had forgotten the whole dream and gulped down the rest of his half full glass of milk and flicked the lights off setting the glass on end tables then trudged back to his inviting bed and fell to sleep almost at once.
The bright morning sun flooded through the glass windows as his alarm clock screeched it was morning. Arnold groaned, opening his sleepy and lazy eyes he yawned stretching his arms he sat up and looked around his room, to find that the empty glass that was once stained with milk was now gone. It didn't bother him too much he was curious how it left his room without sprouting legs, arms and scampered out of his room.
He looked at his clock 6:04 am it blinked, the loud alarm had long stopped after 6:00 was replaced by 6:01, he yawned again this time covering his mouth he stumbled out of his bed and reached for his closet staring at his jeans, and shirts that hung waiting for him patiently to choose. He grabbed his light blue jeans and button-up white shirt, the sleeves ending below the elbow, he then whisked his toothbrush, shampoo, and liquid soap. He closed his closet door and crossed his room to his door and left his silent but somewhat messy room. Not worrying to wake anybody up he rushed to the bathroom and shut the door locking it, he used to not lock the bathroom door but when he didn't people sometimes barged in on him. He turned on the light and started the water for his shower.
Washed, dried and dressed he walked out of the steamy bathroom, he stepped into the hallway, striding toward his closed door, he had left the stairs open so he wouldn't have go through the painful process again. Walking up to his bedroom door he slipped inside, right now he didn't want to talk to anybody, it was a mine field in the apartment so now he mostly stayed inside or just spent time with his friends outside or somewhere else. Arnold checked his watch that lay on the end-table he had about ten minutes to eat breakfast and walk to the bus stop. Then he remembered, did Helga get home safely? He pondered weather he should call her or not but finally assured himself he would find out at the bus stop, he nibbled on the piece of toast that he had snatched while walking back from the laundry room. Slipping on his watch and shoes (he was already wearing his white gym socks), he fitted his blue cap on and grabbed his book bag and reading book which he still didn't read yet.
Rushing out of his apartment he ran to the bus stop swallowing the rest of his buttered toast and skidded to a stop when he and bus met, waving his hand the bus came to a halt giving out an exhaust of steam. He hopped onto the bus and settled in the closet seat he could find, he pulled out the book he was supposed to read yesterday for homework and flipped the pages till he found the chapter he was searching and began to quickly read. He ignored the noises the bus made when it stopped he felt somebody slump next to him but ignored the person, he needed to get the chapters done. Actually he was done chapter six up to the second page of chapter seven but he still needed to read five more pages, "You seem to really enjoy the book, you're reading pretty fast." The person next to him joked, "No, hate it." He said shortly, he glanced at the girl to be Helga. She was looking forward again but he some how sensed she was very tense, nervous, maybe a pinch of uneasy, probably his senses going wild he decided. Her thumbs fumbled with each other as her breathing was a little raspy, as a pink shade of blush appeared on her light peach skin. Before he could go back to his reading Helga asked him a question that nearly made him fall back.