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Chapter 3: "Courage"
"Helga,
This is my last letter. I have not heard from you and it broke my heart. I have transferred to a new school and will be leaving PS 118. I am sorry if I bothered you.
Love,
Arnold."
Helgas eyes fixed on "leaving PS 118" her mouth dropped to the floor as she threw the letter into the air and ran as fast as she could. "I can't believe what I've done! How could I be so stupid!?" Running through the front doors of the school, she caught a glimpse of Arnold closing the door to Grandpa's station wagon as he sped off down the street. Helga sat on the steps with her head in her hands and stared at the off-white, bumpy cement steps. "He's gone. My love left my life, all because of me! ME!!" The lunch bell rang. Helga stood up and walked daze liked into the cafeteria where Phoebe sat munching on carrot sticks. Phoebe stops chewing when Helga sits down. "Helga? Have you heard that Arnold…….." She was cut off, Helga continued, " Yes! I did hear that football head is switching schools. Better off without him! Humph!" Helga left mumbling to herself, knocking down Brainy on her way out of the cafeteria.
After school that day Helga walked home alone instead of taking the bus. When she got home her mom was standing in the door way, talking to someone in a blue sweatshirt. She walked up and dropped her books when Arnold turned around. "Uh, Hi!" She rubbed the back of her neck and kicked a rock with her shoe. "Arnold was coming by to talk to you dear. I invited him to stay for dinner" Helga was shocked , "What!? Miriam! Why did you do that?" Her mom wasn't even surprised at Helgas reaction. "But dear, isn't this your little friend from school?" Helga slapped her hand on her forehead. "Come on Arnold, you can sit in Olga's chair"
Helgas mom followed into the kitchen and pulled down a box of brownie mix. "I thought maybe you two could bake some brownies for dessert. Wouldn't that be fun" She set the box on the counter and walked out. "Well, my mom hasn't ruined everything. Yet. You want to help me make these brownies or not?" Arnold took her hand, "I'd love too." He smiled at her. Her eyes had popped wide open and she stared into his eyes, stuck and unable to move. Arnold started getting out the supplies for making brownies. Handing Helga a mixing spoon he started spilling his guts. "Helga, I was surprised that you didn't call me. What happened?" Helga was nervous inside and could only wonder how soft his skin was under his shirt. The top button on his flannel allowed a peek inside. Arnold kept talking, Helga started to mix the contents of brownie mix, as Arnold poured all ingredients inside the bowl. "Helga? Are you listening to me? I asked if you liked me, or if you like me, like me?" Helga dropped the spoon into the bowl and brownie batter splattered everywhere. Arnold snickered and wiped some brownie batter off of Helgas upper lip. His touch was so soft and gentle. It melted her heart and she smiled uncontrollably. "Oh Arnold, I like you, like you. I always have!" "What!? What did I just say?!" Helga thought to herself. "Did I just say that out loud!?" Arnold had a big smile across his face. He dipped his finger into the brownie mixture and sucked it off. "How about we have a picnic in the park tomorrow? Grandpa has a great big picnic basket we can stuff full of food and spend the day feeding the ducks." Helgas heart was so happy, so why was her stomach twisted around in knots? "Okay Arnold, I'll give it a shot."
After dinner Arnold left and Helga floated upstairs to her room. "I can't believe this is happening! Arnold, MY love, is really "my" love! We're having a picnic in the park, just him and me. I actually said yes! This may just be the beginning to a new and approved Helga G. Pataki! Holding on to her locket containing a picture of Arnold, Helga fell fast asleep, smiling inside and out!
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