Silent Night
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! I'd like to but I'll have to find out how to draw Helga's nose. It's harder than it looks. Trust me. Actually, I should probably try to draw it before I assume things.
Christmas Lights
"Their so pretty! Oh, Arnold. Don't you wish we could just ride off into the sunset together?"
"No! Lila! I told you, I don't like you! I like Helga. Okay, I love her." Arnold spat. I wasn't at the scene but Arnold told me everything.
He ran to my house and told me about how he was putting up Christmas lights and Lila stopped by. She was trying to get mushy on him. I wanted to ride off into the sunset with Arnold. To ride with him in a carriage that's being trailed along by a horse. Let's get back to reality.
"She said that?" I asked.
"Yeah. I didn't want you to find out from someone else so I came to tell you." He said. He wasn't looking at me, though. My room fascinated him.
"Thanks, Arnold. Do you want to stay a while?"
"Can I call my grandparents first?"
"Yeah. I'll be right back. My phone is beside my bed." I said running out of my room and into Olga's room. She helped me out once, who said she couldn't do it again?
"Hey, Baby sister! What do you need?" She asked after I closed her door. She was rummaging around in her closest. It was, once again, full.
"I just asked Arnold if he wanted to stay for a little while. He's calling his grandparents. I was wondering if I could put a box of something in here until he leaves? I don't want him to see all of them! I showed him one but I used to be obsessed with him! Please?" I begged.
"Of course. Do you want me to help you bring it in here?" I nodded and we headed into my room. Arnold was sitting on my bed throwing my phone from one hand to the other.
"What did they say?" I asked, opening my closet door. I pulled out my box of all of my poems. I closed the lid so that he couldn't see what was in there. Olga took them from me.
"Yeah. I can but I have to be back by nine. So we've got an hour and a half." He told me, putting the phone back on the receiver. I smiled at the thought of us being alone.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked sitting on my bed next to him.
"I don't know. Do you want to go to the park or something?"
"Sure. Sounds good." I said running to my closet to find my coat.
We walked to the park, talking about school, our home lives, and our friends. Arnold was surprised to know that I was the anonymous poem writer.
"You wrote those? Wow. I read your poem book but I never thought. . . Wow!" He exclaimed. While we were walking we passed a wishing well.
"Want to make a wish?" I asked, walking over to it. I pulled out a coin and waited for Arnold to step by my side.
"Sure." He said, pulling out his own coin. I saw that he had only pulled out a penny.
"You know, the bigger the coin the better the wish." I proclaimed. He pulled out a quarter. He nodded. "What are you going to wish for?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't come true!" He winked. I melted right there. "Oh, but what if I could read your mind?"
"Well, than why would you ask me?" I shook my head and looked at my coin. I closed my eyes and thought 'I wish that I could spend one day in Arnold's shoes.' "What did you wish for?"
"Read my mind!" I said. We waited to hear the coins hit the bottom. But we heard something else.
"Ouch!"
"Who's there?" Arnold yelled down into the well. We stared down in it for a few minutes. Arnold looked up at me. I just wanted to know what he was thinking. "How much do you weigh?"
"I don't know! Besides, that's none of your business!" I snapped.
"Okay, I'll go down the well!" He spat. "Now, just keep turning this wheel until I yell for you to stop."
He hopped into the pail and the rope started to go down. I grabbed the wheel and started to turn it. It took all of my weight to keep it from falling. After a few minutes of pushing and pulling, Arnold yelled for me to stop.
"What's down there?" I yelled. I waited a second and didn't hear anything but my echo. I yelled again. Still, there was no answer. I started to get really worried. "Arnold! Stop playing around! Are you okay?"
"Yes! I'm fine! Helga, go get some help! There's someone down here and they're hurt! I think our coins hit them on the head." He answered.
"Okay! Stay put." I ran down to my house and opened the door. "Big Bob! Hurry! Please, hurry!" I screamed. Big Bob came running, milk running down the front of his shirt.
"What's the matter? I was watching the wheel." He growled. I grabbed his hand and headed for the door again.
"Arnold! He needs your help! Someone was in the well and he went down to get them. He stuck down there. We have to help him!" I pleaded. Big Bob pulled me back. I fell to the ground.
"Arnold's that football headed kid, right?" He asked. I stood up and nodded. "Let's go! I'll call the police."
"Okay, just hurry!" Big Bob grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. When someone answered he started out of the door. For once in my young life, Bob looked scared. I knew he didn't like Arnold, so why was he so bent out of shape? He couldn't have been doing it for me, could he have?
"Helga, where did you say it was?" He asked. I pointed to the park. "Sir, it's the park. They just put in a wishing well. Hurry!" He yelled into the phone. I heard a little humming noise and he folded his phone and stuffed it hastily into his back pocket.
When we finally arrived at the well, Arnold was hollering for help. I looked over the top and heard two small voices. It was undetectable what they were saying but I could hear the sound. They were soon muffled by the sound of the police sirens. I wiped my forehead and backed away.
"Arnold, it's okay! The police are here! Everything will be okay! I promise." I yelled. I felt tears slide down my face. It was below zero degrees so I removed them quickly. I rubbed my numb hands together and inner twined my fingers. I rested my chin in between them. "Let's just hope they can get you out of there, safe." I whispered to myself.
After a few terrorizing moments, I felt Bob's hand on my shoulder. He pulled me into a hug and let me cry on his shoulder.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! I'd like to but I'll have to find out how to draw Helga's nose. It's harder than it looks. Trust me. Actually, I should probably try to draw it before I assume things.
Christmas Lights
"Their so pretty! Oh, Arnold. Don't you wish we could just ride off into the sunset together?"
"No! Lila! I told you, I don't like you! I like Helga. Okay, I love her." Arnold spat. I wasn't at the scene but Arnold told me everything.
He ran to my house and told me about how he was putting up Christmas lights and Lila stopped by. She was trying to get mushy on him. I wanted to ride off into the sunset with Arnold. To ride with him in a carriage that's being trailed along by a horse. Let's get back to reality.
"She said that?" I asked.
"Yeah. I didn't want you to find out from someone else so I came to tell you." He said. He wasn't looking at me, though. My room fascinated him.
"Thanks, Arnold. Do you want to stay a while?"
"Can I call my grandparents first?"
"Yeah. I'll be right back. My phone is beside my bed." I said running out of my room and into Olga's room. She helped me out once, who said she couldn't do it again?
"Hey, Baby sister! What do you need?" She asked after I closed her door. She was rummaging around in her closest. It was, once again, full.
"I just asked Arnold if he wanted to stay for a little while. He's calling his grandparents. I was wondering if I could put a box of something in here until he leaves? I don't want him to see all of them! I showed him one but I used to be obsessed with him! Please?" I begged.
"Of course. Do you want me to help you bring it in here?" I nodded and we headed into my room. Arnold was sitting on my bed throwing my phone from one hand to the other.
"What did they say?" I asked, opening my closet door. I pulled out my box of all of my poems. I closed the lid so that he couldn't see what was in there. Olga took them from me.
"Yeah. I can but I have to be back by nine. So we've got an hour and a half." He told me, putting the phone back on the receiver. I smiled at the thought of us being alone.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked sitting on my bed next to him.
"I don't know. Do you want to go to the park or something?"
"Sure. Sounds good." I said running to my closet to find my coat.
We walked to the park, talking about school, our home lives, and our friends. Arnold was surprised to know that I was the anonymous poem writer.
"You wrote those? Wow. I read your poem book but I never thought. . . Wow!" He exclaimed. While we were walking we passed a wishing well.
"Want to make a wish?" I asked, walking over to it. I pulled out a coin and waited for Arnold to step by my side.
"Sure." He said, pulling out his own coin. I saw that he had only pulled out a penny.
"You know, the bigger the coin the better the wish." I proclaimed. He pulled out a quarter. He nodded. "What are you going to wish for?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't come true!" He winked. I melted right there. "Oh, but what if I could read your mind?"
"Well, than why would you ask me?" I shook my head and looked at my coin. I closed my eyes and thought 'I wish that I could spend one day in Arnold's shoes.' "What did you wish for?"
"Read my mind!" I said. We waited to hear the coins hit the bottom. But we heard something else.
"Ouch!"
"Who's there?" Arnold yelled down into the well. We stared down in it for a few minutes. Arnold looked up at me. I just wanted to know what he was thinking. "How much do you weigh?"
"I don't know! Besides, that's none of your business!" I snapped.
"Okay, I'll go down the well!" He spat. "Now, just keep turning this wheel until I yell for you to stop."
He hopped into the pail and the rope started to go down. I grabbed the wheel and started to turn it. It took all of my weight to keep it from falling. After a few minutes of pushing and pulling, Arnold yelled for me to stop.
"What's down there?" I yelled. I waited a second and didn't hear anything but my echo. I yelled again. Still, there was no answer. I started to get really worried. "Arnold! Stop playing around! Are you okay?"
"Yes! I'm fine! Helga, go get some help! There's someone down here and they're hurt! I think our coins hit them on the head." He answered.
"Okay! Stay put." I ran down to my house and opened the door. "Big Bob! Hurry! Please, hurry!" I screamed. Big Bob came running, milk running down the front of his shirt.
"What's the matter? I was watching the wheel." He growled. I grabbed his hand and headed for the door again.
"Arnold! He needs your help! Someone was in the well and he went down to get them. He stuck down there. We have to help him!" I pleaded. Big Bob pulled me back. I fell to the ground.
"Arnold's that football headed kid, right?" He asked. I stood up and nodded. "Let's go! I'll call the police."
"Okay, just hurry!" Big Bob grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. When someone answered he started out of the door. For once in my young life, Bob looked scared. I knew he didn't like Arnold, so why was he so bent out of shape? He couldn't have been doing it for me, could he have?
"Helga, where did you say it was?" He asked. I pointed to the park. "Sir, it's the park. They just put in a wishing well. Hurry!" He yelled into the phone. I heard a little humming noise and he folded his phone and stuffed it hastily into his back pocket.
When we finally arrived at the well, Arnold was hollering for help. I looked over the top and heard two small voices. It was undetectable what they were saying but I could hear the sound. They were soon muffled by the sound of the police sirens. I wiped my forehead and backed away.
"Arnold, it's okay! The police are here! Everything will be okay! I promise." I yelled. I felt tears slide down my face. It was below zero degrees so I removed them quickly. I rubbed my numb hands together and inner twined my fingers. I rested my chin in between them. "Let's just hope they can get you out of there, safe." I whispered to myself.
After a few terrorizing moments, I felt Bob's hand on my shoulder. He pulled me into a hug and let me cry on his shoulder.