Whoo hoo! The third chapter! Sorry that took so incredibly long. I honestly didn't know what to write ^,^ I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the reason why the p.e uniform was so nasty looking is because I'm almost certain that that's their school colors.
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Without thinking, she quickly walked to the back of the classroom to her desk. As she assumed, every student was in his or her seat and silent. Harold laughed loudly and Sid and Stinky joined them. Helga clenched her teeth and glared at all three of them.
Helga slumped into her seat behind Arnold and pretended to be reading a book. She could feel the eyes of her classmates at her through the book cover.
"Helga, is there a reason you're late?" Mr. Simmons asked.
"I…was in he bathroom and had to go to my locker," Helga said quickly. This sent some of the class into louder giggles.
"Well, okay then," Mr. Simmons said. Arnold turned around in his seat.
"Are you okay?" He said quietly, not wanting to distract the other students. Helga was glad he was talking to her and cared enough to ask, but was still slightly embarrassed.
"Hmm…does it look like I'm okay?" Helga whispered back angrily. Although she did immediately regret it and didn't mean to sound so harsh.
"Nevermind. Forget I said anything," Arnold turned back around in his seat. He was used to Helga's emotional constipation.
"Class, I will be right back after I get some worksheets from the staff room. Because continue with your S.S.R books," and with that Mr. Simmons walked out of the room. The second the door closed shut the insults sprang.
"Hey Helga!! Why are you wearing that p.e uniform? It's not p.e!" Sid yelled, although he and the whole class knew perfectly well why she was. Helga clenched her teeth.
"Because she ripped her dress during recess!!!" Harold scoffed loudly. The class started snickering. That was where Helga drew the line. She stood up.
"Listen good you worthless tub-of-lard…" Helga glared at Harold and walked towards him at the front row, in front of the class. Curly stood up on his desk and loudly yelled,
"Look at me! I'm Helga!" And with that he tore off his shirt. The class laughed loudly.
"The next person who shoots off their mouth will get a good talking to with old-Betsy and the five avengers!!" Helga threatened from the front of the class. The class grew silent.
"What are you gonna do?? Rip your pants too?!" Sid yelled. The class roared with laughter. Helga glared at Sid.
"Come up here and say that!!" Helga challenged him as she cracked her knuckles.
"Whatever you say..Dresser-Ripper-Upper! Whoever agrees say ai!" Sid laughed. Some of the girls chanted 'ai' and all of the guys except for Arnold.
"Haha what about you, Arnold?" Curly said, still standing on the desk. "Or do you have a little crush on Helga?!" he asked. The class again grew silent.
"Oooooooohhhhhh!" the class replied in unison. Arnold frowned.
"It's not that Curly," Arnold replied curtly. "Mr. Simmons told us to continue reading and he won't be happy if he returns with all of us not doing it," Arnold explained.
"Arnolds right. Why don't we all just continue reading our books like Mr. Simmons expects us too." Phoebe spoke up, but no one bothered to reply.
"If you don't like her, then why don't you come up here and prove it?!" Harold laughed. Arnold rolled his eyes.
"I don't have to prove anything to any of you," Arnold said, annoyed.
"Oh I get it…Arnold loves Helga! Arnold loves Helga! Arnold loves Helga!" Harold started chanting. The next thing Helga knew, the class was chanting "Arnold loves Helga!" Helga was enjoying every minute.
Arnold scowled and without thinking he walked to the front of the class.
"I know what you're all thinking but it's not true. I don't like her like her and I'm only doing what Mr. Simmons told us to do, and if you all knew better you would be too! So why don't we all calm down and do what Mr. Simmons expects from us. What do you say?" Arnold reasoned. The class, for the millionth time, grew silent.
"I say…that Arnold loves Helga!" Harold yelled at the top of his lungs. The class roared into a laughter that was not of this world. Arnold and Helga started to protest, but they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The door opened and Mr. Simmons stood there with his arms folded, very disappointed. He saw Curly standing on his desk and Arnold and Helga standing at the front of the class, apparently causing a ruckus. The class turned silent.
"Arnold! Helga! Curly! What do you think you are doing? I leave this class alone for five minutes and this what I come back too!" Mr. Simmons frowned.
"As much as this hurts, I'm assigning you three an after-school detention," Mr. Simmons announced. Arnold frowned and gave the class a "I-hope-you're-happy-look." Helga scowled at the class; she knew it was their entire fault. She was only defending herself…actually it was more of a threat…but Curly did nothing. He was used to it. The class all stared at Arnold and Helga as they walked miserably to their seats.
"Mr. Gamelthorpe, I suggest you get a sweater or jacket to wear for now," Mr. Simmons told him.
Helga slumped into her seat and groaned miserably. She had gotten herself into trouble with a detention, and got Arnold one while she was at. Helga glanced at the clock. *Only 78 minutes until lunch period…*Helga thought to herself with fake enthusiasm…
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Authors Note:
Hoped you liked the third chapter! The next one I'm working on and it's more embarassing. ^.~ Please continue to review! I really appreciate those! ^.~3
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Without thinking, she quickly walked to the back of the classroom to her desk. As she assumed, every student was in his or her seat and silent. Harold laughed loudly and Sid and Stinky joined them. Helga clenched her teeth and glared at all three of them.
Helga slumped into her seat behind Arnold and pretended to be reading a book. She could feel the eyes of her classmates at her through the book cover.
"Helga, is there a reason you're late?" Mr. Simmons asked.
"I…was in he bathroom and had to go to my locker," Helga said quickly. This sent some of the class into louder giggles.
"Well, okay then," Mr. Simmons said. Arnold turned around in his seat.
"Are you okay?" He said quietly, not wanting to distract the other students. Helga was glad he was talking to her and cared enough to ask, but was still slightly embarrassed.
"Hmm…does it look like I'm okay?" Helga whispered back angrily. Although she did immediately regret it and didn't mean to sound so harsh.
"Nevermind. Forget I said anything," Arnold turned back around in his seat. He was used to Helga's emotional constipation.
"Class, I will be right back after I get some worksheets from the staff room. Because continue with your S.S.R books," and with that Mr. Simmons walked out of the room. The second the door closed shut the insults sprang.
"Hey Helga!! Why are you wearing that p.e uniform? It's not p.e!" Sid yelled, although he and the whole class knew perfectly well why she was. Helga clenched her teeth.
"Because she ripped her dress during recess!!!" Harold scoffed loudly. The class started snickering. That was where Helga drew the line. She stood up.
"Listen good you worthless tub-of-lard…" Helga glared at Harold and walked towards him at the front row, in front of the class. Curly stood up on his desk and loudly yelled,
"Look at me! I'm Helga!" And with that he tore off his shirt. The class laughed loudly.
"The next person who shoots off their mouth will get a good talking to with old-Betsy and the five avengers!!" Helga threatened from the front of the class. The class grew silent.
"What are you gonna do?? Rip your pants too?!" Sid yelled. The class roared with laughter. Helga glared at Sid.
"Come up here and say that!!" Helga challenged him as she cracked her knuckles.
"Whatever you say..Dresser-Ripper-Upper! Whoever agrees say ai!" Sid laughed. Some of the girls chanted 'ai' and all of the guys except for Arnold.
"Haha what about you, Arnold?" Curly said, still standing on the desk. "Or do you have a little crush on Helga?!" he asked. The class again grew silent.
"Oooooooohhhhhh!" the class replied in unison. Arnold frowned.
"It's not that Curly," Arnold replied curtly. "Mr. Simmons told us to continue reading and he won't be happy if he returns with all of us not doing it," Arnold explained.
"Arnolds right. Why don't we all just continue reading our books like Mr. Simmons expects us too." Phoebe spoke up, but no one bothered to reply.
"If you don't like her, then why don't you come up here and prove it?!" Harold laughed. Arnold rolled his eyes.
"I don't have to prove anything to any of you," Arnold said, annoyed.
"Oh I get it…Arnold loves Helga! Arnold loves Helga! Arnold loves Helga!" Harold started chanting. The next thing Helga knew, the class was chanting "Arnold loves Helga!" Helga was enjoying every minute.
Arnold scowled and without thinking he walked to the front of the class.
"I know what you're all thinking but it's not true. I don't like her like her and I'm only doing what Mr. Simmons told us to do, and if you all knew better you would be too! So why don't we all calm down and do what Mr. Simmons expects from us. What do you say?" Arnold reasoned. The class, for the millionth time, grew silent.
"I say…that Arnold loves Helga!" Harold yelled at the top of his lungs. The class roared into a laughter that was not of this world. Arnold and Helga started to protest, but they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The door opened and Mr. Simmons stood there with his arms folded, very disappointed. He saw Curly standing on his desk and Arnold and Helga standing at the front of the class, apparently causing a ruckus. The class turned silent.
"Arnold! Helga! Curly! What do you think you are doing? I leave this class alone for five minutes and this what I come back too!" Mr. Simmons frowned.
"As much as this hurts, I'm assigning you three an after-school detention," Mr. Simmons announced. Arnold frowned and gave the class a "I-hope-you're-happy-look." Helga scowled at the class; she knew it was their entire fault. She was only defending herself…actually it was more of a threat…but Curly did nothing. He was used to it. The class all stared at Arnold and Helga as they walked miserably to their seats.
"Mr. Gamelthorpe, I suggest you get a sweater or jacket to wear for now," Mr. Simmons told him.
Helga slumped into her seat and groaned miserably. She had gotten herself into trouble with a detention, and got Arnold one while she was at. Helga glanced at the clock. *Only 78 minutes until lunch period…*Helga thought to herself with fake enthusiasm…
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Authors Note:
Hoped you liked the third chapter! The next one I'm working on and it's more embarassing. ^.~ Please continue to review! I really appreciate those! ^.~3