Fanfic:"My mysterious message"
Chapter 1: Recovery undone.
In the small town of Hillwood, celebration was endless for the dear children and adults that frolicked to gratify the dear heroes- Arnold and Gerald Johansson. Yes indeed, today was a 'new' day for the first Monday of school arrives. It was the month of May and well; the temperature was rising every second. The heat was penetrating in the idle students of P.S 118 at Mr. Simmons 4th grade class. School was almost over...
"Class, class, please settle down!" pleaded the bald headed teacher. "I know it may seem that the end of the school is coming to an end and I have a very 'special' assignment you can do today."
The whole class grunts in boredom of another one of those 'stupid' projects of his. When will there ever be a 'fun' subject?
"What now? Egg project; some stinkin' poetry time; a happy go lost trip to the chocolate factory museum? Jeez, anything but that!" asked our dear Helga. She pouted at those thoughts, though, aimlessly dreaming of another 'loving' connection with the blonde-corn flowered head that sat in front of her. Will there ever be a day with you? Her thoughts rambled as always.
"Umm.. no Helga, I decided to just make an assignment today and due for today. I will want all of you 'special' people to write a wonderful essay or any special way you wish, to here in this neighborhood all because of Arnold and Gerald," explained Mr. Simmons with a huge smile across his face.
The class cheers for an assignment that actually interests all of them. As they calmed down, they began to start before-
"Dang, Mr. Simmons why can't we be in groups? On account of that it's more fun to be in a group- pretty please?" Stinky begged.
"Oh of course, but if anyone needs any help or any supplies, come to me," Mr. Simmons suggested. Somehow, all of the students crowded around Arnold and Gerald. All except Helga and Phoebe.
"Helga, may I suggest to sit by there?" asked Phoebe. Her eyes were begging beneath those spectacles. Of course, she knew that even Helga was 'dying' to sit by Arnold- wasn't it obvious?
"Uh-um..why?"
Phoebe leaned to tell her something 'secretly' but before she could even reason out, someone was walking towards them-
"Hey Phoebe! W-why don't you come and be in m-my group?" asked Gerald. He was nervous to the point if Phoebe even noticed how red his cheeks were burning. Smiling at her, he knew she wouldn't refuse.
"I'll be glad to come over," Pheobe beamed, "only if you'll invite Helga too."
Gerald's eyes grew wide, wanting to laugh his head off. Yeah sure, her? That must be the funniest suggestion he'd ever heard of- instead of preventing himself to be aware of this...this...bully. He felt a presence coming, none other but a friendly football-headed Arnold.
"H-hey Helga," greeted Arnold. It has been two days where he was doubtful of whom Helga is...or was? Oh, such a mystery...such a knowing...such unknown to him. Nervousness struck his every nerve and meticulously watching Helga's expression. Helga was busy preparing a draft of poetry until she heard the words of Arnold. This time, it was different than any other- it was plainly doubt and curiosity. He still is in doubt, she thought. He somehow believes my deepest darkest secret! Once she looked up, she found no words...the memory of two days ago flashed quickly before her eyes. His wonderful face, that uniquely shaped head, an artist, a savior among many and her love- her words were lost in the absence of fresh air...suffocation. But it would be more refreshing if I-I...
A/N:Well, that's about it! Please review and if that doesn't satisfy me, I would wait longer than you expect.
Chapter 1: Recovery undone.
In the small town of Hillwood, celebration was endless for the dear children and adults that frolicked to gratify the dear heroes- Arnold and Gerald Johansson. Yes indeed, today was a 'new' day for the first Monday of school arrives. It was the month of May and well; the temperature was rising every second. The heat was penetrating in the idle students of P.S 118 at Mr. Simmons 4th grade class. School was almost over...
"Class, class, please settle down!" pleaded the bald headed teacher. "I know it may seem that the end of the school is coming to an end and I have a very 'special' assignment you can do today."
The whole class grunts in boredom of another one of those 'stupid' projects of his. When will there ever be a 'fun' subject?
"What now? Egg project; some stinkin' poetry time; a happy go lost trip to the chocolate factory museum? Jeez, anything but that!" asked our dear Helga. She pouted at those thoughts, though, aimlessly dreaming of another 'loving' connection with the blonde-corn flowered head that sat in front of her. Will there ever be a day with you? Her thoughts rambled as always.
"Umm.. no Helga, I decided to just make an assignment today and due for today. I will want all of you 'special' people to write a wonderful essay or any special way you wish, to here in this neighborhood all because of Arnold and Gerald," explained Mr. Simmons with a huge smile across his face.
The class cheers for an assignment that actually interests all of them. As they calmed down, they began to start before-
"Dang, Mr. Simmons why can't we be in groups? On account of that it's more fun to be in a group- pretty please?" Stinky begged.
"Oh of course, but if anyone needs any help or any supplies, come to me," Mr. Simmons suggested. Somehow, all of the students crowded around Arnold and Gerald. All except Helga and Phoebe.
"Helga, may I suggest to sit by there?" asked Phoebe. Her eyes were begging beneath those spectacles. Of course, she knew that even Helga was 'dying' to sit by Arnold- wasn't it obvious?
"Uh-um..why?"
Phoebe leaned to tell her something 'secretly' but before she could even reason out, someone was walking towards them-
"Hey Phoebe! W-why don't you come and be in m-my group?" asked Gerald. He was nervous to the point if Phoebe even noticed how red his cheeks were burning. Smiling at her, he knew she wouldn't refuse.
"I'll be glad to come over," Pheobe beamed, "only if you'll invite Helga too."
Gerald's eyes grew wide, wanting to laugh his head off. Yeah sure, her? That must be the funniest suggestion he'd ever heard of- instead of preventing himself to be aware of this...this...bully. He felt a presence coming, none other but a friendly football-headed Arnold.
"H-hey Helga," greeted Arnold. It has been two days where he was doubtful of whom Helga is...or was? Oh, such a mystery...such a knowing...such unknown to him. Nervousness struck his every nerve and meticulously watching Helga's expression. Helga was busy preparing a draft of poetry until she heard the words of Arnold. This time, it was different than any other- it was plainly doubt and curiosity. He still is in doubt, she thought. He somehow believes my deepest darkest secret! Once she looked up, she found no words...the memory of two days ago flashed quickly before her eyes. His wonderful face, that uniquely shaped head, an artist, a savior among many and her love- her words were lost in the absence of fresh air...suffocation. But it would be more refreshing if I-I...
A/N:Well, that's about it! Please review and if that doesn't satisfy me, I would wait longer than you expect.