The Unknown Truth
Chapter 23
Starting of the project
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
Helga sighed she was going to be with Rhonda, since Helga had broken her nose she now loathed Helga and strangely ever since that the rumors had gotten worse, one even had that Helga and Arnold had made out in the park, which had died away as quickly as it came. (This was about comment I got on a review I decided to prove my point.)
Rhonda was going to be meeting Helga at her house as her room was a mess and barely able to sit in, when Rhonda came over Helga gave her such a look that it made Rhonda almost jump. She followed her into Helga's room where Helga had moved her desk around so they could both work on it.
Before Helga could complain Rhonda took Helga's swivel chair making herself comfortable and slinging her bag onto her desk knocking over her plastic cup of dull, sharpened, and unused pencils, Helga glowered at her as Rhonda gave Helga an ugly sneer.
She gathered up the pencils slipping them back into the cup as she placed the cup now full of uneven pencils onto her bookshelf. Helga sat down taking out a pile of paper that was stacked unevenly on the clear desk. She gave several sheets to work on while Helga turned on her computer as Rhonda glared at her suspiciously.
She signed on pulling up a chair as her desktop began to load, "What do you think your doing?" Rhonda demanded, "I'm going to work on my project; as you should be doing". Helga prompted in a matter-of-fact tone of voice "What about me?" she wined, Helga narrowed her eyes without emotion; "You have a computer right?" Rhonda hesitated as if it were hard to think of then answered a sure yes, a bit confused by her question. "The when you get home use it." Helga quipped coldly (Can you do that?).
Rhonda's confused eyes soon turned cold and accusingly, she huffed a pout and peeled a piece of paper from the pile and pulled her pencil that she carried behind her ear and scribbled down a rushed list, two minutes passed as Rhonda poked Helga on the shoulder handing her a sheet of ripped piece of paper listing general information about herself.
"You can find some about me in on the desk somewhere." Helga informed as she returned back to her computer as she began to type down what she needed to know, not bothering to put as much detail as she would if it were Arnold. She sighed though she wasn't showing it too much Helga was depressed, unknown by the fact it may have been because of not being paired up with Arnold, or she was still mourning of her now dead father.
Helga fought back the tears of sorrow and continued to write, but it was difficult since tears were blurring vision, but she refused to, the last thing she wanted to do was humiliate herself in front of Rhonda. Though she knew she had a right to cry. (Sorry, I'm just a bit against crying).
Two hours passed by and though Helga had gotten half the layout done she felt she had done nothing, all she could think of what she had done that was fun with her dad, but nothing had popped into her mind; nothing. Was that the reason she was sad? She was never really close to her family, her father just ignored as she saw it. But yet it was taking a rather large toll on her and was weighing her down like a six ton bolder had been placed around her neck, never to be removed.
"I think we should stop; it's getting late and I have a date with Arnold." None of which she had said was true, it was only five in the afternoon and she was having a date with Arnold Tomorrow (P.S. this day is Thursday.) but Rhonda deciding not to get into a argument weather it was the truth or not gathered up her belongings, packed them up and stepped out of her room.
Helga slumped on to her bed sighing her back muscles ached from being unused as so did her fingers for the opposite reason, she needed a break, as soon as thought of those word she slowly fell in a deep sleep, little did she know; for the next week her life would be pain and misery..
Chapter 23
Starting of the project
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
Helga sighed she was going to be with Rhonda, since Helga had broken her nose she now loathed Helga and strangely ever since that the rumors had gotten worse, one even had that Helga and Arnold had made out in the park, which had died away as quickly as it came. (This was about comment I got on a review I decided to prove my point.)
Rhonda was going to be meeting Helga at her house as her room was a mess and barely able to sit in, when Rhonda came over Helga gave her such a look that it made Rhonda almost jump. She followed her into Helga's room where Helga had moved her desk around so they could both work on it.
Before Helga could complain Rhonda took Helga's swivel chair making herself comfortable and slinging her bag onto her desk knocking over her plastic cup of dull, sharpened, and unused pencils, Helga glowered at her as Rhonda gave Helga an ugly sneer.
She gathered up the pencils slipping them back into the cup as she placed the cup now full of uneven pencils onto her bookshelf. Helga sat down taking out a pile of paper that was stacked unevenly on the clear desk. She gave several sheets to work on while Helga turned on her computer as Rhonda glared at her suspiciously.
She signed on pulling up a chair as her desktop began to load, "What do you think your doing?" Rhonda demanded, "I'm going to work on my project; as you should be doing". Helga prompted in a matter-of-fact tone of voice "What about me?" she wined, Helga narrowed her eyes without emotion; "You have a computer right?" Rhonda hesitated as if it were hard to think of then answered a sure yes, a bit confused by her question. "The when you get home use it." Helga quipped coldly (Can you do that?).
Rhonda's confused eyes soon turned cold and accusingly, she huffed a pout and peeled a piece of paper from the pile and pulled her pencil that she carried behind her ear and scribbled down a rushed list, two minutes passed as Rhonda poked Helga on the shoulder handing her a sheet of ripped piece of paper listing general information about herself.
"You can find some about me in on the desk somewhere." Helga informed as she returned back to her computer as she began to type down what she needed to know, not bothering to put as much detail as she would if it were Arnold. She sighed though she wasn't showing it too much Helga was depressed, unknown by the fact it may have been because of not being paired up with Arnold, or she was still mourning of her now dead father.
Helga fought back the tears of sorrow and continued to write, but it was difficult since tears were blurring vision, but she refused to, the last thing she wanted to do was humiliate herself in front of Rhonda. Though she knew she had a right to cry. (Sorry, I'm just a bit against crying).
Two hours passed by and though Helga had gotten half the layout done she felt she had done nothing, all she could think of what she had done that was fun with her dad, but nothing had popped into her mind; nothing. Was that the reason she was sad? She was never really close to her family, her father just ignored as she saw it. But yet it was taking a rather large toll on her and was weighing her down like a six ton bolder had been placed around her neck, never to be removed.
"I think we should stop; it's getting late and I have a date with Arnold." None of which she had said was true, it was only five in the afternoon and she was having a date with Arnold Tomorrow (P.S. this day is Thursday.) but Rhonda deciding not to get into a argument weather it was the truth or not gathered up her belongings, packed them up and stepped out of her room.
Helga slumped on to her bed sighing her back muscles ached from being unused as so did her fingers for the opposite reason, she needed a break, as soon as thought of those word she slowly fell in a deep sleep, little did she know; for the next week her life would be pain and misery..