Chapter 2
Hey you guys! Thanks for all the reviews you gave me! I love hearing from reviewers!!! Also, I'm glad you're enjoying my fic. Now, here's the second chapter to P. Middle. S.
Chapter 2
Helga's heart raced as she walked into the classroom. Her palms began to sweat as she felt the whole classroom was staring at her. She came to her seat and sat down. She looked around the room to make sure her fears were just self-consciousness. They were. But.
"Hey Helga! New fashion statement?"
Helga looked down at her gym shorts and pink tee as the classroom erupted into laughter. Expect Arnold. Arnold just watched her, examining her reaction. Normally, he'd expect her to explode into outrage. But, as she had changed over the years, her personality had become less defensive. She silently sat in her seat and ignored the taunting and excruciating laughter of the class.
"Why are you wearing your gym shorts?" Arnold asked her calmly and softly. She loved that about him. He was so sensitive towards other people. But yet, he could not know. Not in a full year if the dragons of Perefalite were to stomp her bones into a powdered dust in the soil.
"You don't wanna know," Helga said and left it at that.
After class, Helga went to the nurse's office to pick up an extra pad just in case. She put it in her purse that she carried around.
"Helga?"
A voice and a hand on Helga's shoulder spooked her and she jumped.
"What the heck are you trying to do to me!?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. What are you doing?"
"Oh, um. Nothing." Helga excused and scurried away. Arnold, left standing bewildered and confused.
The end of the school day finally arrived, yet Helga had nothing to look forward to. Unless, you think a drunk mother and an absenty father is the celebration of the season? I thought not.
Helga's bus stop became visible in the horizon and she began to get off the bus. She walked down the isel, past the chattering and yelling and talking peers of hers. She got off the bus and began walking towards her house. The blue building came in sight and Helga walked up the steps and into the house. The smell of burnt rubber disgusted her nose as she entered the house.
"MIRIAM! What did you do now!?" Helga hollered as she dropped her books on a chair in the hallway.
Miriam appeared in the doorway with an drowsy, angelic expression on her face.
"You know, it's the funniest thing actually. You know, how, I was supposed to make dinner tonight? Well. This is really funny. I accidently put your father's shoe in the oven instead of the roast,"
"Miriam!" Helga whined as her mother continued.
"And when I realized it was your father's shoe, it'd already burnt."
"How could you mistake a shoe for a roast!" Helga opened the oven and stared at the crispy shoe.
"Well, your father had left his shoes on the kitchen table and when I took the roast out of the freezer, I put it on the same table and I guess I just mistook the shoe for the roast," Miriam explained.
Helga groaned and left the kitchen. She walked up into her room and shut the door behind her. A sigh, and she took a running leap onto her mattress and pulled her little pink book out from underneath the bed. She opened to a fresh and clean page and began writing.
~Oh my love, the bears of my woes hath begun today. Yet I shall love you, the beginning of a new life, a reborn soul, oh my love, help me to live, through this life in time. I fear I cannot stand, The time left without you, And to you, I leave my love, My only love. To you I leave my heart~
Helga closed the book and rested her head back on her pillow. And before she knew it, she was asleep.
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yes, I wrote that poem myself ( reviews! Thanks! I luv u all!
~ashley~
Hey you guys! Thanks for all the reviews you gave me! I love hearing from reviewers!!! Also, I'm glad you're enjoying my fic. Now, here's the second chapter to P. Middle. S.
Chapter 2
Helga's heart raced as she walked into the classroom. Her palms began to sweat as she felt the whole classroom was staring at her. She came to her seat and sat down. She looked around the room to make sure her fears were just self-consciousness. They were. But.
"Hey Helga! New fashion statement?"
Helga looked down at her gym shorts and pink tee as the classroom erupted into laughter. Expect Arnold. Arnold just watched her, examining her reaction. Normally, he'd expect her to explode into outrage. But, as she had changed over the years, her personality had become less defensive. She silently sat in her seat and ignored the taunting and excruciating laughter of the class.
"Why are you wearing your gym shorts?" Arnold asked her calmly and softly. She loved that about him. He was so sensitive towards other people. But yet, he could not know. Not in a full year if the dragons of Perefalite were to stomp her bones into a powdered dust in the soil.
"You don't wanna know," Helga said and left it at that.
After class, Helga went to the nurse's office to pick up an extra pad just in case. She put it in her purse that she carried around.
"Helga?"
A voice and a hand on Helga's shoulder spooked her and she jumped.
"What the heck are you trying to do to me!?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. What are you doing?"
"Oh, um. Nothing." Helga excused and scurried away. Arnold, left standing bewildered and confused.
The end of the school day finally arrived, yet Helga had nothing to look forward to. Unless, you think a drunk mother and an absenty father is the celebration of the season? I thought not.
Helga's bus stop became visible in the horizon and she began to get off the bus. She walked down the isel, past the chattering and yelling and talking peers of hers. She got off the bus and began walking towards her house. The blue building came in sight and Helga walked up the steps and into the house. The smell of burnt rubber disgusted her nose as she entered the house.
"MIRIAM! What did you do now!?" Helga hollered as she dropped her books on a chair in the hallway.
Miriam appeared in the doorway with an drowsy, angelic expression on her face.
"You know, it's the funniest thing actually. You know, how, I was supposed to make dinner tonight? Well. This is really funny. I accidently put your father's shoe in the oven instead of the roast,"
"Miriam!" Helga whined as her mother continued.
"And when I realized it was your father's shoe, it'd already burnt."
"How could you mistake a shoe for a roast!" Helga opened the oven and stared at the crispy shoe.
"Well, your father had left his shoes on the kitchen table and when I took the roast out of the freezer, I put it on the same table and I guess I just mistook the shoe for the roast," Miriam explained.
Helga groaned and left the kitchen. She walked up into her room and shut the door behind her. A sigh, and she took a running leap onto her mattress and pulled her little pink book out from underneath the bed. She opened to a fresh and clean page and began writing.
~Oh my love, the bears of my woes hath begun today. Yet I shall love you, the beginning of a new life, a reborn soul, oh my love, help me to live, through this life in time. I fear I cannot stand, The time left without you, And to you, I leave my love, My only love. To you I leave my heart~
Helga closed the book and rested her head back on her pillow. And before she knew it, she was asleep.
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yes, I wrote that poem myself ( reviews! Thanks! I luv u all!
~ashley~