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*Phoebe*
I cannot believe I just yelled at Helga like that she has been nothing but nice to me since Gerald passed. Hey, I got release my steam to someone but I wish it wasn't her.
I decided to catch the bus home so I could apologize to Helga for all the nasty things I said. To my surprise, I saw her slap Arnold. I stared in complete awe as she yelled to him about how much she loved Gerald and that he saved her life. Then she took off down the street, Helga had stole the attention of everyone out. It took a second for reality to kick in so I chased after her.
I finally caught up with her; she collapsed on the pitchers mound of Gerald's field and cried. I cautiously approached her and put my hand on her shoulder but she fought back. I resisted and gathered the now hysterical Helga into my arms. I let her cry for a minute then she looked at me and said "Phoebe I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most".
"Helga don't say that you have always been there and if there is anyone who should be apologizing it should be me," I said looking down embarrassed by the tears forming in my eyes.
"I just feel so lost without him...Gerald was my best friend he never would let me down. Best of all he didn't forget my birthday no one ever remembers my birthdays," Helga said rubbing her silver necklace.
I sat there perplexed and mildly sadden that Helga was dependent on Gerald instead of me. I opened my mouth to speak and all that came out was "Huh?"
Then it happened like a rocket she exploded, "Geez...Phoebe are that blind! When you and Arnold use to go on vacations and to summer camps we hung out and gained a mutual respect/trust and a since of family within each other, something neither of us had. He gave me first real birthday present, he bought me roller blades taught me how to ride and do tricks on them, and he took me to Chez Paris to just to give me the damn gift!"
I stood dumb stuck once in my short life I have nothing intelligent to say or anything at all. I Phoebe the smartest student at P.S 120 has been outspoken.
"Yeah Phoebe you should be sorry! You never knew a damn thing about him, deep down your shallow and all you cared for was his popularity like everyone one else. Why do you think they even talk to you now? Huh? Answer me damn it!"
"..."
"Okay well I'll do it for you...it was Gerald who made who you are now! You don't know anything about his home life and I do. Without him you would still be pathetic little bookworm who cares for herself and no one else!"
Deep down I know she was right I had only used Gerald as a crutch enabling me to obtain something I wanted very badly...to be liked. More then that I was offended I had loved him and whether I not she wanted to admit it Gerald was my heart and I won't let that go without a fight.
*Helga*
'What am I saying Phoebe is my best friend every time I wanted to try something she would always be the one hurt!'
She got advanced toward me then in a high-pitched scream she cried out, "How can you stand here and want someone to pity Helga! You conniving bitch; no Helga you're the one who doesn't know anything! I'm sorry I wasn't there on your birthday, I'm sorry I got hit by a bus so you could get your filthy laundry done, I'm sorry I got all the blame for putting out a newspaper with fake information. I'm sorry I wasn't as talented and as gifted as you, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to save the fucking neighbor- hood with you guys, but don't worry I won't intrude on your life anymore. So long Helga G. Pataki," she said in fit of tears then gathering her books and running home.
I collapsed to my knees hurt and ashamed, I lay there and cry for a while hoping this is all a bad dream. I mean I just blew up at one of the few people who really care.
*Phoebe*
I finally got to the doorsteps and ran in, good thing no one was home. I fell face first into my bed in tears. Why is this happening to us?
What hurts most is Helga had a piece of Gerald I will never have and as did her. In reality, I had nothing...nothing but a bleak memory of what I thought Gerald was. I guess that was a lie a big smack in face for little ole me. The question is what do I do now.
"Oh...Gerald I need you now more than ever! Help me please!," I cried into my pillow praying for an answer that would never come.
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*Please Read Of Very Importantance*
Wow! Personally, I thought it was damn good. If anyone knows, where I could find all the last names of all the characters of Hey Arnold!(especially Phoebe) could you please review and tell me. On the other hand, you can review and tell me how much you did or didn't like the story. Sorry if I made some mistakes so sue me! Don't but surprised if you dime from me. I broke I don't own a penny to my name.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Peace Out
Ajlite
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*Phoebe*
I cannot believe I just yelled at Helga like that she has been nothing but nice to me since Gerald passed. Hey, I got release my steam to someone but I wish it wasn't her.
I decided to catch the bus home so I could apologize to Helga for all the nasty things I said. To my surprise, I saw her slap Arnold. I stared in complete awe as she yelled to him about how much she loved Gerald and that he saved her life. Then she took off down the street, Helga had stole the attention of everyone out. It took a second for reality to kick in so I chased after her.
I finally caught up with her; she collapsed on the pitchers mound of Gerald's field and cried. I cautiously approached her and put my hand on her shoulder but she fought back. I resisted and gathered the now hysterical Helga into my arms. I let her cry for a minute then she looked at me and said "Phoebe I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most".
"Helga don't say that you have always been there and if there is anyone who should be apologizing it should be me," I said looking down embarrassed by the tears forming in my eyes.
"I just feel so lost without him...Gerald was my best friend he never would let me down. Best of all he didn't forget my birthday no one ever remembers my birthdays," Helga said rubbing her silver necklace.
I sat there perplexed and mildly sadden that Helga was dependent on Gerald instead of me. I opened my mouth to speak and all that came out was "Huh?"
Then it happened like a rocket she exploded, "Geez...Phoebe are that blind! When you and Arnold use to go on vacations and to summer camps we hung out and gained a mutual respect/trust and a since of family within each other, something neither of us had. He gave me first real birthday present, he bought me roller blades taught me how to ride and do tricks on them, and he took me to Chez Paris to just to give me the damn gift!"
I stood dumb stuck once in my short life I have nothing intelligent to say or anything at all. I Phoebe the smartest student at P.S 120 has been outspoken.
"Yeah Phoebe you should be sorry! You never knew a damn thing about him, deep down your shallow and all you cared for was his popularity like everyone one else. Why do you think they even talk to you now? Huh? Answer me damn it!"
"..."
"Okay well I'll do it for you...it was Gerald who made who you are now! You don't know anything about his home life and I do. Without him you would still be pathetic little bookworm who cares for herself and no one else!"
Deep down I know she was right I had only used Gerald as a crutch enabling me to obtain something I wanted very badly...to be liked. More then that I was offended I had loved him and whether I not she wanted to admit it Gerald was my heart and I won't let that go without a fight.
*Helga*
'What am I saying Phoebe is my best friend every time I wanted to try something she would always be the one hurt!'
She got advanced toward me then in a high-pitched scream she cried out, "How can you stand here and want someone to pity Helga! You conniving bitch; no Helga you're the one who doesn't know anything! I'm sorry I wasn't there on your birthday, I'm sorry I got hit by a bus so you could get your filthy laundry done, I'm sorry I got all the blame for putting out a newspaper with fake information. I'm sorry I wasn't as talented and as gifted as you, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to save the fucking neighbor- hood with you guys, but don't worry I won't intrude on your life anymore. So long Helga G. Pataki," she said in fit of tears then gathering her books and running home.
I collapsed to my knees hurt and ashamed, I lay there and cry for a while hoping this is all a bad dream. I mean I just blew up at one of the few people who really care.
*Phoebe*
I finally got to the doorsteps and ran in, good thing no one was home. I fell face first into my bed in tears. Why is this happening to us?
What hurts most is Helga had a piece of Gerald I will never have and as did her. In reality, I had nothing...nothing but a bleak memory of what I thought Gerald was. I guess that was a lie a big smack in face for little ole me. The question is what do I do now.
"Oh...Gerald I need you now more than ever! Help me please!," I cried into my pillow praying for an answer that would never come.
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*Please Read Of Very Importantance*
Wow! Personally, I thought it was damn good. If anyone knows, where I could find all the last names of all the characters of Hey Arnold!(especially Phoebe) could you please review and tell me. On the other hand, you can review and tell me how much you did or didn't like the story. Sorry if I made some mistakes so sue me! Don't but surprised if you dime from me. I broke I don't own a penny to my name.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Peace Out
Ajlite