Chapter 3
"Wake up!" Helga jumped up,
"What the hell?" Helga looked up, "It's still dark. What could you possibly want?" She said, annoyed.
"We're here." Answered Rhonda, she was dressed tightly in winter cloths. Helga groaned and slowly peered out of the bus window.
The ground was covered with white fluff, and the evergreens were dressed in red, green, and white lights, and were topped with a red bow. The hotel was ten-stories high, and it too was decorated. "Wow! I guess 'Ms. Priss' came through for us, this wont be half bad."
"Helga? Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to get off the bus?" Phoebe asked.
"Yeah, sure phoebes." Helga grabbed her bag and exited the bus with the others. The group of teens walked into the hotel, and to the lobby, while brushing the snow from their clothes Helga was taking in the beauty of the outside world.
The sky was covered with layers of stars and one big crescent moon, and with the added affect of the trees, it was a heavenly sight. Helga, only having a thin jacket, shivered when a gust of wind stung her. The cold did not bother her though, she was used to it.
She sighed and looked up at the endless sky, when she felt a pair of warm hands on her shoulder, "you should not be out here, without a coat, you'll catch cold."
"Don't touch me, Football head!" oh, why was she so mean to him when he was so considerate. For a moment Helga though he would go into the hotel and leave her, but he didn't. He only let out a small laugh, "Come inside, we are having hot cocoa and smores." Helga turned to face him, and nodded.
He took her by her wrist and led her to the lobby, where a fire was blazing and Rhonda was passing out marshmallows. "Hey Helga, where were you?" Asked Phoebe.
"Just outside." She answered, "Say, do you guys mind if I skip this and go to my room?"
"No" they all said, but Arnold, who was slightly disappointed. He had no clue why. Was he developing feelings for her? No, she was just a friend, and all he wanted to do was protect her.
Helga walked to the elevator and entered, she pressed the tenth button and waited for her stop. "My dearest Arnold. Why is it that I must treat you like dirt? When all I want to do is..." the elevator stopped and Helga want to her room. She reached her door, room 10 B. she fumbled with the keycard and over heard a strange conversation.
"She's got to be here. The king said she would be." Said a small voice.
"I have yet to see her, I'm beginning to doubt your ability to handle it. Lady Sapphire must be here, and we will not give up the search." Ordered a harsh voice
Helga shook it off and walked into her room, gasped and dropped her things on the ground. Her room was beautiful, dressed in pink ribbons, a king-sized bed was off to the right of the room, and to the left were double doors that led to the outside. Helga blinked and picked up her stuff and put it away. And headed for a warm shower.
Meanwhile.
"What is wrong with Helga?" Gerald asked Arnold.
"I don't know," he lied, "What makes you think, there's something wrong?"
"She just seems different, like nice."
"I haven't noticed." Arnold, though, had noticed and was wondering the same thing. He did know the reason for her depressed state, but why was she being so nice? And why had she gone to her room? Arnold had so many questions, and few answers. He was tempted to go to her room and pry, but he thought against it. "Well, Gerald, I'll see you tomorrow." Arnold left to go to his room, he looked at his card and it read, room 10 A, (the room across from Helga's. oooo).
Later that night Helga was sound asleep, with visions of Arnold, floating around in her head. The moonlight danced on her pale skin. Helga felt a hand come up and cover her mouth, her eyes shot open.
"Shh," said a harsh voice, the same voice from before, "I wont hurt you."
