Silent Night
The Bus Ride
"Helga! Your alarm clock is on." Miriam yelled tiredly up the stairs to my room.
"Crimany! I hear it Miriam!" I said loudly. I had hit snooze twice before I actually got up. "Can't I get a little sleep?"
Finally, I hopped out of bed and walk, slowly to my closet. When I opened my door I pushed a few of my clothes aside and bowed. I was bowing before a football, some clothes, and about a million pieces of gum. It resembled my love, Arnold. Luckily, I would be around him all day today.
We were both trying out for the school Christmas Play. Our old fourth grade teacher made the play up in his own "special" head. So it should be "special".
I stood up after staring at my shrine for a few minutes. I pulled on the same old thing, a pink dress and a pink bow. I'm not sure why I never changed my clothes. No one here did. We wore the same kind of clothes day in and day out.
"Miriam! I'm leaving." I shouted after packing my lunch.
"Yeah, just shut that door. It's cold." Miriam said over here morning coffee. I grabbed my coat, shut the door, and jumped off of the stoop. Suddenly I caught site of Phoebe.
"Hey! Wait up!" I called after her. She stopped and turned only five feet away from the bus stop. I ran across the street and skidded past her falling on my butt. "Ouch!" I stood up, rubbing my sore bottom.
"Oh, Helga! Are you okay? That was some fall." Phoebe said walking over and helping me catch my balance. I nodded, looking up and down the street, looking for the bus.
"Boy, that hurt." I whispered, more to myself than to Phoebe. She heard me anyway. But instead of making a remark she giggled. "Ah, shut it, Phoebs. Where's that daggon bus today?"
Phoebe replied by shaking her head. "I'm not sure. But we're approximately five minutes behind schedule. I guess we'll have to be a little late."
"No! I can't miss the try-outs for the play! Great! Here it comes!" I said staring at the road. I folded my arms as it pulled up and opened the doors. When we walked in I scolded at the bus driver and walked to one of the middle seats, right behind Arnold's.
"Hey, Helga! Trying out for the play, today?" Arnold greeted me. I secretly smiled as I turned to face him.
"As a matter of fact, Football Head, I am! Do you have a problem with that?" I answered, balling my fist in his face.
"No, of course not! I think you'd make a great Lynn." He replied, his smile fading. "Sorry I asked. I didn't know it would ruin your day." I looked at him but he had already turned to face his best friend, Gerald.
"Arnoldo. Are you?" I asked smartly.
"I am. Who could you see me as? Please, be honest, Helga." He said, smiling. I thought he was joking but I answered anyway.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture him as a character. "James." I told him. I honestly could only see him and I with the lead rolls.
"Thanks, Helga. It means a lot to me that you didn't call me a name, for once." He smiled. I couldn't help but the smile back. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, than I looked away, afraid he'd know.
"Finally, we're here! Come on Arnold! We've got to be some of the first ones to try out!" Gerald shouted running off the bus into our school, P.S. 118.
"Helga?" I looked up hopefully. "Would you like to join us?" He was asking me. . . to. . . join him? I thought I was dreaming. Like it was all a big mistake and he meant to say Lila. But he was looking at me with an out stretched hand. I took it and he lead me off the over crowded bus.
"Thanks."
The Bus Ride
"Helga! Your alarm clock is on." Miriam yelled tiredly up the stairs to my room.
"Crimany! I hear it Miriam!" I said loudly. I had hit snooze twice before I actually got up. "Can't I get a little sleep?"
Finally, I hopped out of bed and walk, slowly to my closet. When I opened my door I pushed a few of my clothes aside and bowed. I was bowing before a football, some clothes, and about a million pieces of gum. It resembled my love, Arnold. Luckily, I would be around him all day today.
We were both trying out for the school Christmas Play. Our old fourth grade teacher made the play up in his own "special" head. So it should be "special".
I stood up after staring at my shrine for a few minutes. I pulled on the same old thing, a pink dress and a pink bow. I'm not sure why I never changed my clothes. No one here did. We wore the same kind of clothes day in and day out.
"Miriam! I'm leaving." I shouted after packing my lunch.
"Yeah, just shut that door. It's cold." Miriam said over here morning coffee. I grabbed my coat, shut the door, and jumped off of the stoop. Suddenly I caught site of Phoebe.
"Hey! Wait up!" I called after her. She stopped and turned only five feet away from the bus stop. I ran across the street and skidded past her falling on my butt. "Ouch!" I stood up, rubbing my sore bottom.
"Oh, Helga! Are you okay? That was some fall." Phoebe said walking over and helping me catch my balance. I nodded, looking up and down the street, looking for the bus.
"Boy, that hurt." I whispered, more to myself than to Phoebe. She heard me anyway. But instead of making a remark she giggled. "Ah, shut it, Phoebs. Where's that daggon bus today?"
Phoebe replied by shaking her head. "I'm not sure. But we're approximately five minutes behind schedule. I guess we'll have to be a little late."
"No! I can't miss the try-outs for the play! Great! Here it comes!" I said staring at the road. I folded my arms as it pulled up and opened the doors. When we walked in I scolded at the bus driver and walked to one of the middle seats, right behind Arnold's.
"Hey, Helga! Trying out for the play, today?" Arnold greeted me. I secretly smiled as I turned to face him.
"As a matter of fact, Football Head, I am! Do you have a problem with that?" I answered, balling my fist in his face.
"No, of course not! I think you'd make a great Lynn." He replied, his smile fading. "Sorry I asked. I didn't know it would ruin your day." I looked at him but he had already turned to face his best friend, Gerald.
"Arnoldo. Are you?" I asked smartly.
"I am. Who could you see me as? Please, be honest, Helga." He said, smiling. I thought he was joking but I answered anyway.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture him as a character. "James." I told him. I honestly could only see him and I with the lead rolls.
"Thanks, Helga. It means a lot to me that you didn't call me a name, for once." He smiled. I couldn't help but the smile back. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, than I looked away, afraid he'd know.
"Finally, we're here! Come on Arnold! We've got to be some of the first ones to try out!" Gerald shouted running off the bus into our school, P.S. 118.
"Helga?" I looked up hopefully. "Would you like to join us?" He was asking me. . . to. . . join him? I thought I was dreaming. Like it was all a big mistake and he meant to say Lila. But he was looking at me with an out stretched hand. I took it and he lead me off the over crowded bus.
"Thanks."