The Unknown Truth
Chapter 3
The Question and Answer
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
"Do you think we would make a good couple?" Helga could have strangled herself, her face flushed red, "Forget it, forget I ever said it!!" she was stumbling over her words and the shades of red on her face that were deepening, weren't helping either. Turning away she tried to ignore his confused and surprised face. This would not be forgotten easily she knew but she hoped for the best, Arnold went back to his book though he did still look flustered. Helga fumbled with her thumbs trying to concentrate on something other than him or her question, then she noticed Lily glaring at her then Arnold who was at the moment trying hard not do anything but read. Actually some of the other teens were glaring at her too, but why?
The bus finally came to a halt, she slipped out of the bus not wanting to be around Arnold at the moment, she was already humiliated enough. She was sure she would burst in flames if she blushed any harder, she brushed passed the crowding students, but as she passed they did not ignore her, in fact they all gave her withering looks of death. She paused to see if they would tell her what was wrong but they soon began to act like she wasn't there again, Helga shook her head in disgust whatever it was it would pass she thought walking now more slowly as she reached her locker. Arnold passed her, glancing at her for a second but went back to his boring book and continued to his maroon locker.
She stepped to her homeroom to have all forty glaring eyes on her , about to scream what was wrong the teacher came up behind her tapping her shoulder. Helga stepped out of the way walking to her seat where a note lay on her desk, attempting to open it was whisked away by her teacher who bored down onto her like she was a slug on her shoe as Helga just glowered back. The teacher strode away throwing the piece of folded paper into the waste basket and did a slow and boring role call that lasted four minutes. Helga fought the strong urge to dive into the waste basket and reach for the note, but maturity pinned her to her seat.
The glares of others didn't stop, it continued out through the classes, and lunch. Helga was very sour when phys Ed came along she already punched a kid who called her a bitch in the nose and got detention and a phone call home. She soon found out that it was a rumor that was spreading and as she suspected a rather bad one. But people refused to tell her what it was, the teachers were even against her. She was stuck with the last person she wanted to be with, Lily. Little did Helga know that Arnold was watching, but Helga was to busy wasting off anger, frustration, and a bit of hurt feelings, her chest was filled up with so many emotions that she was sure that she'd explode in a matter of seconds.
She still had two more hours in school counting her hour long detention of writing a one thousand word essay on how to control your anger, of course this only made Helga even more angry. She was in Math class when she was given the slip, of yellow paper that announced when, where and what she was going to be doing for her detention. Some of the kids snickered, then continued with their problems in silence, Helga was for the first time doing the same, putting all her angry thoughts through the pencil she practically crushing and onto the paper, her knuckles, white and in pain. She was struggling not to stab the person who was throwing spit balls at her.
Hair full of now dried bit of crumpled up papers and spit she stomped to the library, where she was met of with the teacher who was holding a thick pack of clean white paper. Helga started to pick out the filthy balls of wrinkled paper and tossed them in the paper basket that was filled with scraps of paper, broken pencils, and bits of worn gum. She walked through the doors that smacked her behind hurrying her to the freezing white room that had a couple of old desks, and chair that screeched when pulling them from the desks. She slumped into the chair sighing and grumbling fixing her arms across her chest. The teacher slammed the stack of white paper in front Helga and seethed between her straight teeth, "Begin."
Even though Helga had reached up to one thousand words the teacher refused to take until it was the hour was over and ordered her to continue to write. Helga sharpened her pencil that was now dull and smaller than a twig. She was right in the middle of explaining why she shouldn't have punched the kid in the nose when the teacher announce that she could go. Helga gripped her book bag and dashed out the door and onto the courtyard of the school where she waited for the bus, the bus arrived after she had waited for a good eleven minutes. Helga relieved hopped onto the bus and dropped the two quarters into the box as she rushed to find her own seat as she slumped against the soft cushioned seat sighing.
The bus was moving slower than ever, her stomach was growling with hunger, she hadn't eaten since eight this morning and now it was four in the afternoon, she indeed was looking forward to sink her teeth into a luscious, juicy, apple that her stomach would be more than willing to digest. Fifteen minutes later Helga had reached her home that stood sulkily for her to enter in, she hopped off the bus and raced to her home where her mother was leaning against the counter drinking some coffee, while her father sat in the chair screaming off at the TV because his team lost a goal.
Helga went for the kitchen opening the fridge, with greed searching for something that would sooth her rumbling stomach, she reached for a green apple that still in the fruit drawer. She hastily bit into the apple some drool running down her bottom lip, Helga still carrying her one-ton bag she started up the stairs to begin her boring homework. She unzipped her bag and dumped all her work onto her made bed that piled onto each other, tossing her bag aside she took another bite in the delicious apple and observed her work that looked like it was going to be a horribly long night or work.
Helga started with her Math wondering what eight thousand, six hundred, forty-two times two thousand, eight-hundred, sixty-six equaled to. She chewed the end of her pencil as she twisted her bottom half side to side on her roller chair, coming up the answer she scribbled it down glancing how many problems she had then scanned her assignment book again to see how many more assignments she had left to do. Sighing she still had to do English, Social Studies, and Science, it was now four thirty it was still early but she wanted to be playing outside then here doing homework. Helga returned to her fifteen more problems of math and dried to drown in it, ignoring the yells of excitement and fun.
Six pm and she three quarters through her homework, in the middle of her Science, as the smell of Mashed potatoes with gravy and corn drifted into her room that wafted below her nose that caught the lovely aroma of food. She finished of her sentence for the question of cells, she scooted off her chair and raced down stairs wanting to let the food slip down her dry throat and slink down to her hungry stomach. Her father and mother were at the table, shoving the food into their awaiting mouths. Then she saw Olga and decided to eat up in her room, she whisked her plate and fork bringing it up stairs to join her and her homework. Her parents seemed to have noticed she entered and exited as usual, it did hurt Helga a little, but she was used to it now.
As she stuffed herself with the delicious mashed potatoes, sipping the milk she sat next to her on the cup holder of her wooden desk. She was scribbling down answers to her essay answers of her social studies (her last assignment) as she scanned her History book searching for the answers that lay between the paragraphs of definitions, descriptions, and dates. She had four more questions that faced her, laughing at her, knowing she desperately wanted to be outside, rather than sitting on her duff, stretching her brain to it's maximum.
Twenty minutes passed before she set down her pencil that was now bits of useless, led and wood, with little erasing rubber. Seven had finally come round and she was disappointed that she lost her chance of being able to play outside or go some where else, other than the school, or market. Her thoughts drifted off to Arnold who'd probably playing with his friends or taking Lily out to dinner or the movies. She had enough time to take a small walk or visit Phoebe who had called last night saying she was doing much better.
Helga grabbed her jacket and skipped down stairs deciding she would go see Phoebe, she hadn't seen in her a while. Reaching for the door Big Bob, complained it was too late for her being out this late but Helga ignored him and jumped off the steps, starting off for a jog. She headed off for her friend's house that was now so very dull since Phoebe was ill, she was about half way to her apartment when she met up with Arnold who glared at her. Helga ignored him but he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, "Why did you start those rumors about me?" she could tell he was controlling his leveling anger, "What rumors?" she asked clueless about what he was talking about, she knew rumors were going around but she didn't know they were about him.
Lily was close behind and he let go of her struggling arm, she was smiling as usual but her smile disappeared when she saw Arnold and Helga together. Helga insulted and angry she hoped Lily would slap him, sadly she didn't here a hand contact the face, she continued to Phoebe's place her steps that were once light and calm were now heavy and rushed. She reached Phoebe's knocking on the door a little harder than she wanted as Phoebe herself opened the door, she didn't look happy, but she didn't look angry either. "Hi Helga." She greeted in a somewhat forced smile, Helga wanted to say something, but she decided it was just because of her cold that she was acting like that. Phoebe allowed her in closing the door behind them, Phoebe hacked a cough catching mucus in her tissue, she was in bad shape, but she had reassured her that it was not contagious. "Let's go up into my room, I need to ask you a question."
Chapter 3
The Question and Answer
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
"Do you think we would make a good couple?" Helga could have strangled herself, her face flushed red, "Forget it, forget I ever said it!!" she was stumbling over her words and the shades of red on her face that were deepening, weren't helping either. Turning away she tried to ignore his confused and surprised face. This would not be forgotten easily she knew but she hoped for the best, Arnold went back to his book though he did still look flustered. Helga fumbled with her thumbs trying to concentrate on something other than him or her question, then she noticed Lily glaring at her then Arnold who was at the moment trying hard not do anything but read. Actually some of the other teens were glaring at her too, but why?
The bus finally came to a halt, she slipped out of the bus not wanting to be around Arnold at the moment, she was already humiliated enough. She was sure she would burst in flames if she blushed any harder, she brushed passed the crowding students, but as she passed they did not ignore her, in fact they all gave her withering looks of death. She paused to see if they would tell her what was wrong but they soon began to act like she wasn't there again, Helga shook her head in disgust whatever it was it would pass she thought walking now more slowly as she reached her locker. Arnold passed her, glancing at her for a second but went back to his boring book and continued to his maroon locker.
She stepped to her homeroom to have all forty glaring eyes on her , about to scream what was wrong the teacher came up behind her tapping her shoulder. Helga stepped out of the way walking to her seat where a note lay on her desk, attempting to open it was whisked away by her teacher who bored down onto her like she was a slug on her shoe as Helga just glowered back. The teacher strode away throwing the piece of folded paper into the waste basket and did a slow and boring role call that lasted four minutes. Helga fought the strong urge to dive into the waste basket and reach for the note, but maturity pinned her to her seat.
The glares of others didn't stop, it continued out through the classes, and lunch. Helga was very sour when phys Ed came along she already punched a kid who called her a bitch in the nose and got detention and a phone call home. She soon found out that it was a rumor that was spreading and as she suspected a rather bad one. But people refused to tell her what it was, the teachers were even against her. She was stuck with the last person she wanted to be with, Lily. Little did Helga know that Arnold was watching, but Helga was to busy wasting off anger, frustration, and a bit of hurt feelings, her chest was filled up with so many emotions that she was sure that she'd explode in a matter of seconds.
She still had two more hours in school counting her hour long detention of writing a one thousand word essay on how to control your anger, of course this only made Helga even more angry. She was in Math class when she was given the slip, of yellow paper that announced when, where and what she was going to be doing for her detention. Some of the kids snickered, then continued with their problems in silence, Helga was for the first time doing the same, putting all her angry thoughts through the pencil she practically crushing and onto the paper, her knuckles, white and in pain. She was struggling not to stab the person who was throwing spit balls at her.
Hair full of now dried bit of crumpled up papers and spit she stomped to the library, where she was met of with the teacher who was holding a thick pack of clean white paper. Helga started to pick out the filthy balls of wrinkled paper and tossed them in the paper basket that was filled with scraps of paper, broken pencils, and bits of worn gum. She walked through the doors that smacked her behind hurrying her to the freezing white room that had a couple of old desks, and chair that screeched when pulling them from the desks. She slumped into the chair sighing and grumbling fixing her arms across her chest. The teacher slammed the stack of white paper in front Helga and seethed between her straight teeth, "Begin."
Even though Helga had reached up to one thousand words the teacher refused to take until it was the hour was over and ordered her to continue to write. Helga sharpened her pencil that was now dull and smaller than a twig. She was right in the middle of explaining why she shouldn't have punched the kid in the nose when the teacher announce that she could go. Helga gripped her book bag and dashed out the door and onto the courtyard of the school where she waited for the bus, the bus arrived after she had waited for a good eleven minutes. Helga relieved hopped onto the bus and dropped the two quarters into the box as she rushed to find her own seat as she slumped against the soft cushioned seat sighing.
The bus was moving slower than ever, her stomach was growling with hunger, she hadn't eaten since eight this morning and now it was four in the afternoon, she indeed was looking forward to sink her teeth into a luscious, juicy, apple that her stomach would be more than willing to digest. Fifteen minutes later Helga had reached her home that stood sulkily for her to enter in, she hopped off the bus and raced to her home where her mother was leaning against the counter drinking some coffee, while her father sat in the chair screaming off at the TV because his team lost a goal.
Helga went for the kitchen opening the fridge, with greed searching for something that would sooth her rumbling stomach, she reached for a green apple that still in the fruit drawer. She hastily bit into the apple some drool running down her bottom lip, Helga still carrying her one-ton bag she started up the stairs to begin her boring homework. She unzipped her bag and dumped all her work onto her made bed that piled onto each other, tossing her bag aside she took another bite in the delicious apple and observed her work that looked like it was going to be a horribly long night or work.
Helga started with her Math wondering what eight thousand, six hundred, forty-two times two thousand, eight-hundred, sixty-six equaled to. She chewed the end of her pencil as she twisted her bottom half side to side on her roller chair, coming up the answer she scribbled it down glancing how many problems she had then scanned her assignment book again to see how many more assignments she had left to do. Sighing she still had to do English, Social Studies, and Science, it was now four thirty it was still early but she wanted to be playing outside then here doing homework. Helga returned to her fifteen more problems of math and dried to drown in it, ignoring the yells of excitement and fun.
Six pm and she three quarters through her homework, in the middle of her Science, as the smell of Mashed potatoes with gravy and corn drifted into her room that wafted below her nose that caught the lovely aroma of food. She finished of her sentence for the question of cells, she scooted off her chair and raced down stairs wanting to let the food slip down her dry throat and slink down to her hungry stomach. Her father and mother were at the table, shoving the food into their awaiting mouths. Then she saw Olga and decided to eat up in her room, she whisked her plate and fork bringing it up stairs to join her and her homework. Her parents seemed to have noticed she entered and exited as usual, it did hurt Helga a little, but she was used to it now.
As she stuffed herself with the delicious mashed potatoes, sipping the milk she sat next to her on the cup holder of her wooden desk. She was scribbling down answers to her essay answers of her social studies (her last assignment) as she scanned her History book searching for the answers that lay between the paragraphs of definitions, descriptions, and dates. She had four more questions that faced her, laughing at her, knowing she desperately wanted to be outside, rather than sitting on her duff, stretching her brain to it's maximum.
Twenty minutes passed before she set down her pencil that was now bits of useless, led and wood, with little erasing rubber. Seven had finally come round and she was disappointed that she lost her chance of being able to play outside or go some where else, other than the school, or market. Her thoughts drifted off to Arnold who'd probably playing with his friends or taking Lily out to dinner or the movies. She had enough time to take a small walk or visit Phoebe who had called last night saying she was doing much better.
Helga grabbed her jacket and skipped down stairs deciding she would go see Phoebe, she hadn't seen in her a while. Reaching for the door Big Bob, complained it was too late for her being out this late but Helga ignored him and jumped off the steps, starting off for a jog. She headed off for her friend's house that was now so very dull since Phoebe was ill, she was about half way to her apartment when she met up with Arnold who glared at her. Helga ignored him but he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, "Why did you start those rumors about me?" she could tell he was controlling his leveling anger, "What rumors?" she asked clueless about what he was talking about, she knew rumors were going around but she didn't know they were about him.
Lily was close behind and he let go of her struggling arm, she was smiling as usual but her smile disappeared when she saw Arnold and Helga together. Helga insulted and angry she hoped Lily would slap him, sadly she didn't here a hand contact the face, she continued to Phoebe's place her steps that were once light and calm were now heavy and rushed. She reached Phoebe's knocking on the door a little harder than she wanted as Phoebe herself opened the door, she didn't look happy, but she didn't look angry either. "Hi Helga." She greeted in a somewhat forced smile, Helga wanted to say something, but she decided it was just because of her cold that she was acting like that. Phoebe allowed her in closing the door behind them, Phoebe hacked a cough catching mucus in her tissue, she was in bad shape, but she had reassured her that it was not contagious. "Let's go up into my room, I need to ask you a question."