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1. I know the characters are way out there but please...Let It Go! If you haven't noticed, the real world is a tuff place to get by in so I'm trying to make this as realistic as I can.
2. Please, say something besides your grammar and spelling are messed up, nobody's perfect.
3. When I say, criticism wanted I mean please tell me if the story is bad or good, what you want to see happen and ways to change it.
4. It would be mighty kind of you to give me your first names if you would like me to put you in the story. Note if you want to be a good or evil character, but for future reference, there will be more bad then good.
Big ups to aNGELa for the name your character will be very vital to the story line.
That's about all the bitching I have to do for right now, here's the story.
~Arnold~
Arnold's day was of pure hell all anyone did was tell him how sorry they felt for him and send their condolences. Deep down they didn't care no one knew how bad he was hurting on the inside. He didn't want them to see the pain in his eyes.
In third period math he went his regular seat where usually sat beside Helga in the back of the room. When he saw her walk in and she acted as if he were air and walked right passed. She ended up sitting beside Lila, Ronda, and Phoebe who were shooting him death glaring from across the room at him. That hurt him deeply but he knew he deserved it; he yelled at Helga the love of my life, Sid one of my closest friends, the nice nurse lady, and then what hurt the most is that he let his best friend die. Forever Gerald Johansson had always been for him and his crazy schemes. He was there when Arnold lost his grandpa's watch, there when he fell in the tough crowd and when he got his head stuck in a window Gerald was the one to bail him out. He was all ways there he even helped to save the neighborhood and uncountable amount of good deeds just because he felt obligated to do these things.
"Arnold? Arnold are you listing to me," Coach Wittenberg shouted.
(A.N: There is a shortage of teachers he is also the gym teacher, the history, and hall monitor.)
"What," was the only response he could muster.
"Never mind...damn kids," he muttered.
The bell soon rung and everyone hurried to leave the room except Arnold who in zombie like form retreated out of the class.
~Helga~
Helga entered the cafe looking around for a way out of herself. Instead, she saw the next best thing...Phoebe. She was at a table in the far corner of the room fooling with her food obviously not hungry. Therefore, Helga decided to walk over the and say 'hi'.
"Hey," Helga said pulling out the chair in front of Phoebe.
"Hey," Phoebe said trying to sound strong and unhurt.
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine...beside the fact that every time I hear him I turn around and he isn't anywhere in sight, every time I feel his touch it isn't there! Why did he have to go it isn't fair? Why do I have to suffer so much? What do I do that is so wrong he'd have to leave me," she said as tears formed in her eyes but yet she refused to let them fall.
"Don't worry we are here for you...we're your frie-," she didn't get to finish before Phoebe cut her off.
"Don't you see these people don't care for Gerald...he was their trophy boy. Someone who carried the school to fucking victory! You didn't even care...you forever called him tall hair boy and put him down. He was even nice to you cause he felt sorry for you. Helga, you never even cared for me I was the one getting hurt, getting in trouble, being alone. All I ever was to you was a fucking guinea pig," the cafe was dead silent all eyes were lock on them. Phoebe then picked up books, ran out leaving Helga alone, and embarrassed.
"I did care..." Helga said as the bell rang soon after that.
~Flashback~
On a dangerous and rainy night twelve-year-old Helga, walk alone in park on her birthday singing silently the infamous B-day song. Little did she know she wasn't alone and was about to discover that. It soon started to rain and it quickly became very difficult to see.
Next thing she knew Helga was on the ground and then without hesitation she got start to question the figure on the ground.
"A bucko watch where your going next time ole Betsy will put out of your misery," Helga said gaining composer and turned around.
"Damn Helga! You didn't even ask me if I was all right. How rude is that."
"What the-...wait a minute how did you know my name?"
"It's me Helga...Gerald," he said taking a step forward allowing her to see him better.
"Geez...hair boy just dig your own grave next time you ever scare me like that again! Where's Phoebe, don't you guys have a date? If your cheating on her I'll chop off your dick and then shove it down your throat!" She said advancing toward him and just stumbled back.
"Whoa Nelly! She canceled so I came here to play some basketball but it rained. Honest."
"In the middle of the night?"
"Yes, if you must know I hate it at home so I come here to escape..."
"Yeah I know what you mean but at least they know your gone."
"No they don't neither do they care."
Soon the two quickly found themselves engulfed in conversation about their families and waking on the pier. The rain had died down to drizzle but it was still extremely windy.
"I got one, there was a time when they left me home alone on Christmas. The funny thing is that they came back on New Years Eve. Beat that!" He said laughing.
All Helga could do was throw head back and laugh hard. The wind blew hard; it was such a force that the wind knocked her off the pier in into the water.
"Helga," Gerald scream as he launched himself into the water feeling around for about five minutes, until he brushed passed her face then grabbed her and pulled her from the water to the beach. Where they both collapsed breathless and soaking wet.
"You saved my life," she said after a moment of silence.
"You never answered my challenge, he said and they both laughed.
Then an unusual quietness passed between them, eyes locked on each other they both nodded in agreement of friendship.
Gerald got up first then helped her upon her feet next.
"Walk you home?"
"Sure what the hell were friends...aren't we?"
He nodded then said in a loud tone "race ya!"
The duo laugh and begun to run home soaked yet at peace with each other. Finally, they had something in common.
~End Flashback~
At the end of the school day, Helga pranced down the steps chuckling at the memory.
"How can you laugh at a time like this," came an angry voice belonging to Arnold.
"Oh...it's just you."
"Gerald's dead and your laughing! What kind of sick heartless bastard are you?"
The next thing he felt was a fierce slap in the face.
"Jesus, Arnold you act like your the only one who can hurt! We hurt too you know! I loved Gerald with all my heat but you'll never understand that! He save my life...and I be damned if someone going to tell me different," she said through tears then ran away from the scene out the door. In process, catching attention of everyone including Phoebe heard every word and ran after her.
Arnold was left standing there alone a hand too his stung cheek letting her words sink through...
I'm done! I know I made some mistakes but what the hell I'm human.
WARNING!: Please Read Disclaimer & Give Reviews
1. I know the characters are way out there but please...Let It Go! If you haven't noticed, the real world is a tuff place to get by in so I'm trying to make this as realistic as I can.
2. Please, say something besides your grammar and spelling are messed up, nobody's perfect.
3. When I say, criticism wanted I mean please tell me if the story is bad or good, what you want to see happen and ways to change it.
4. It would be mighty kind of you to give me your first names if you would like me to put you in the story. Note if you want to be a good or evil character, but for future reference, there will be more bad then good.
Big ups to aNGELa for the name your character will be very vital to the story line.
That's about all the bitching I have to do for right now, here's the story.
~Arnold~
Arnold's day was of pure hell all anyone did was tell him how sorry they felt for him and send their condolences. Deep down they didn't care no one knew how bad he was hurting on the inside. He didn't want them to see the pain in his eyes.
In third period math he went his regular seat where usually sat beside Helga in the back of the room. When he saw her walk in and she acted as if he were air and walked right passed. She ended up sitting beside Lila, Ronda, and Phoebe who were shooting him death glaring from across the room at him. That hurt him deeply but he knew he deserved it; he yelled at Helga the love of my life, Sid one of my closest friends, the nice nurse lady, and then what hurt the most is that he let his best friend die. Forever Gerald Johansson had always been for him and his crazy schemes. He was there when Arnold lost his grandpa's watch, there when he fell in the tough crowd and when he got his head stuck in a window Gerald was the one to bail him out. He was all ways there he even helped to save the neighborhood and uncountable amount of good deeds just because he felt obligated to do these things.
"Arnold? Arnold are you listing to me," Coach Wittenberg shouted.
(A.N: There is a shortage of teachers he is also the gym teacher, the history, and hall monitor.)
"What," was the only response he could muster.
"Never mind...damn kids," he muttered.
The bell soon rung and everyone hurried to leave the room except Arnold who in zombie like form retreated out of the class.
~Helga~
Helga entered the cafe looking around for a way out of herself. Instead, she saw the next best thing...Phoebe. She was at a table in the far corner of the room fooling with her food obviously not hungry. Therefore, Helga decided to walk over the and say 'hi'.
"Hey," Helga said pulling out the chair in front of Phoebe.
"Hey," Phoebe said trying to sound strong and unhurt.
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine...beside the fact that every time I hear him I turn around and he isn't anywhere in sight, every time I feel his touch it isn't there! Why did he have to go it isn't fair? Why do I have to suffer so much? What do I do that is so wrong he'd have to leave me," she said as tears formed in her eyes but yet she refused to let them fall.
"Don't worry we are here for you...we're your frie-," she didn't get to finish before Phoebe cut her off.
"Don't you see these people don't care for Gerald...he was their trophy boy. Someone who carried the school to fucking victory! You didn't even care...you forever called him tall hair boy and put him down. He was even nice to you cause he felt sorry for you. Helga, you never even cared for me I was the one getting hurt, getting in trouble, being alone. All I ever was to you was a fucking guinea pig," the cafe was dead silent all eyes were lock on them. Phoebe then picked up books, ran out leaving Helga alone, and embarrassed.
"I did care..." Helga said as the bell rang soon after that.
~Flashback~
On a dangerous and rainy night twelve-year-old Helga, walk alone in park on her birthday singing silently the infamous B-day song. Little did she know she wasn't alone and was about to discover that. It soon started to rain and it quickly became very difficult to see.
Next thing she knew Helga was on the ground and then without hesitation she got start to question the figure on the ground.
"A bucko watch where your going next time ole Betsy will put out of your misery," Helga said gaining composer and turned around.
"Damn Helga! You didn't even ask me if I was all right. How rude is that."
"What the-...wait a minute how did you know my name?"
"It's me Helga...Gerald," he said taking a step forward allowing her to see him better.
"Geez...hair boy just dig your own grave next time you ever scare me like that again! Where's Phoebe, don't you guys have a date? If your cheating on her I'll chop off your dick and then shove it down your throat!" She said advancing toward him and just stumbled back.
"Whoa Nelly! She canceled so I came here to play some basketball but it rained. Honest."
"In the middle of the night?"
"Yes, if you must know I hate it at home so I come here to escape..."
"Yeah I know what you mean but at least they know your gone."
"No they don't neither do they care."
Soon the two quickly found themselves engulfed in conversation about their families and waking on the pier. The rain had died down to drizzle but it was still extremely windy.
"I got one, there was a time when they left me home alone on Christmas. The funny thing is that they came back on New Years Eve. Beat that!" He said laughing.
All Helga could do was throw head back and laugh hard. The wind blew hard; it was such a force that the wind knocked her off the pier in into the water.
"Helga," Gerald scream as he launched himself into the water feeling around for about five minutes, until he brushed passed her face then grabbed her and pulled her from the water to the beach. Where they both collapsed breathless and soaking wet.
"You saved my life," she said after a moment of silence.
"You never answered my challenge, he said and they both laughed.
Then an unusual quietness passed between them, eyes locked on each other they both nodded in agreement of friendship.
Gerald got up first then helped her upon her feet next.
"Walk you home?"
"Sure what the hell were friends...aren't we?"
He nodded then said in a loud tone "race ya!"
The duo laugh and begun to run home soaked yet at peace with each other. Finally, they had something in common.
~End Flashback~
At the end of the school day, Helga pranced down the steps chuckling at the memory.
"How can you laugh at a time like this," came an angry voice belonging to Arnold.
"Oh...it's just you."
"Gerald's dead and your laughing! What kind of sick heartless bastard are you?"
The next thing he felt was a fierce slap in the face.
"Jesus, Arnold you act like your the only one who can hurt! We hurt too you know! I loved Gerald with all my heat but you'll never understand that! He save my life...and I be damned if someone going to tell me different," she said through tears then ran away from the scene out the door. In process, catching attention of everyone including Phoebe heard every word and ran after her.
Arnold was left standing there alone a hand too his stung cheek letting her words sink through...
I'm done! I know I made some mistakes but what the hell I'm human.
WARNING!: Please Read Disclaimer & Give Reviews