A/N: I would personally like to thank my one reviewer, CRPLOVE. And since I promised all I needed was one review, here, with no further atchoo, is Chapter One. (Though it is short, I promise the chapters tend to get a bit longer as I go along.)
Disclaimer: Nothing's changed.
Chapter One: Confessions of the Soul
It was a typical sunny day in Hillwood. There was nothing seemingly special about the day.
Except for one little girl. For one nine-year-old, this was the most perfect day, and she hoped against hope that nothing was going to ruin it.
For today was the day Helga G. Pataki was going to let down the barriers. Today, Helga would reveal her deepest, darkest secret.
Helga was finally confess her love to Arnold.
Though Helga wasn't exactly one hundred percent sure as to why she had chosen that particular day, she knew it was because of her best friend, Pheobe Heyerdahl, that Helga knew she had to do this.
Though Pheobe was a shy girl, she had recently confessed to Gerald Johansen that she had a crush on him. Turned out, Gerald liked her back.
Helga decided if the shy Pheobe could be brave enough to confess how she felt to her crush, Helga could be, too.
After getting ready for school, Helga took in a deep breath.
"Today's the day, Helga, ol' girl," Helga told herself. "You can do this."
Helga sat next to Pheobe on the bus, as per usual.
"Pheebs," she said so no one but the girl next to her could hear what she had to say, "today I confess that I'm obsessed with 'ice cream'."
Pheobe gasped. "Helga, are you sure?"
Helga sucked in a deep breath. "Yes," she said. "Today--or never."
That's very brave, Helga," Pheobe said.
Helga looked at Arnold and swallowed hard. "I know," she whispered.
The morning had dragged along slowly, every passing moment leaving Helga's heart yearning all the more.
Finally, at lunchtime, Helga couldn't take it anymore. She walked straight up to Arnold and his friends.
"Hey, Football-head," Helga said, a bit friendlier than usual. "Can we talk? In private?"
Arnold glanced at the friends he was lunching with and shrugged. "Sure, Helga," he said.
Helga took Arnold outside and behind the garbage cans where she usually hid. Immediately, she pulled out her locket and held it to her chest. "Oh, sweet Arnold," Helga started, "how I've always wondered how this moment would be, and yet, I never thought it'd be like this...
"Arnold, it was not just the heat of the moment, but the passion of my heart that made me confess my love to you atop the FTi building! Since that very first moment you offered your umbrella and told me that you liked my bow because it was pink like my pants, my heart belonged to you!"
Helga paused to look at her locket, and then back to Arnold. "Arnold, I love you."
The silence was so thick, it could have strangled Helga. Finally, Arnold spoke. "I'm sorry," he said.
Helga gasped as if the air were being stolen from her body.
"Why?" she asked breathlessly.
"I just don't feel the same way," Arnold said.
Helga fought back the tears. "Yeah, well, who says I care houw you feel, Arnoldo! Maybe I just wanted to get it off my chest!" Helga snapped.
"Helga," Arnold started.
"Don't worry about it, Hair Boy." With that, Helga ran off in a flash.
Helga ran all the way to the girl's restroom and locked herself into one of the stalls. A single, lonely tear streamed down Helga's face.
"It's not like really believed he'd love you back, anyway," Helga sighed to herself.
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Disclaimer: Nothing's changed.
Chapter One: Confessions of the Soul
It was a typical sunny day in Hillwood. There was nothing seemingly special about the day.
Except for one little girl. For one nine-year-old, this was the most perfect day, and she hoped against hope that nothing was going to ruin it.
For today was the day Helga G. Pataki was going to let down the barriers. Today, Helga would reveal her deepest, darkest secret.
Helga was finally confess her love to Arnold.
Though Helga wasn't exactly one hundred percent sure as to why she had chosen that particular day, she knew it was because of her best friend, Pheobe Heyerdahl, that Helga knew she had to do this.
Though Pheobe was a shy girl, she had recently confessed to Gerald Johansen that she had a crush on him. Turned out, Gerald liked her back.
Helga decided if the shy Pheobe could be brave enough to confess how she felt to her crush, Helga could be, too.
After getting ready for school, Helga took in a deep breath.
"Today's the day, Helga, ol' girl," Helga told herself. "You can do this."
Helga sat next to Pheobe on the bus, as per usual.
"Pheebs," she said so no one but the girl next to her could hear what she had to say, "today I confess that I'm obsessed with 'ice cream'."
Pheobe gasped. "Helga, are you sure?"
Helga sucked in a deep breath. "Yes," she said. "Today--or never."
That's very brave, Helga," Pheobe said.
Helga looked at Arnold and swallowed hard. "I know," she whispered.
The morning had dragged along slowly, every passing moment leaving Helga's heart yearning all the more.
Finally, at lunchtime, Helga couldn't take it anymore. She walked straight up to Arnold and his friends.
"Hey, Football-head," Helga said, a bit friendlier than usual. "Can we talk? In private?"
Arnold glanced at the friends he was lunching with and shrugged. "Sure, Helga," he said.
Helga took Arnold outside and behind the garbage cans where she usually hid. Immediately, she pulled out her locket and held it to her chest. "Oh, sweet Arnold," Helga started, "how I've always wondered how this moment would be, and yet, I never thought it'd be like this...
"Arnold, it was not just the heat of the moment, but the passion of my heart that made me confess my love to you atop the FTi building! Since that very first moment you offered your umbrella and told me that you liked my bow because it was pink like my pants, my heart belonged to you!"
Helga paused to look at her locket, and then back to Arnold. "Arnold, I love you."
The silence was so thick, it could have strangled Helga. Finally, Arnold spoke. "I'm sorry," he said.
Helga gasped as if the air were being stolen from her body.
"Why?" she asked breathlessly.
"I just don't feel the same way," Arnold said.
Helga fought back the tears. "Yeah, well, who says I care houw you feel, Arnoldo! Maybe I just wanted to get it off my chest!" Helga snapped.
"Helga," Arnold started.
"Don't worry about it, Hair Boy." With that, Helga ran off in a flash.
Helga ran all the way to the girl's restroom and locked herself into one of the stalls. A single, lonely tear streamed down Helga's face.
"It's not like really believed he'd love you back, anyway," Helga sighed to herself.
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