Author's Note- Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic in a while but
please don't go easy on me or anything. I want your true and honest
opinions. Plz R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! ...wow...saying that is really depressing...I mean you know it is true but jeez...anyways.....
The shrill beeping of her alarm clock jerked her awake. It felt like a bomb had just gone off next to her ear; it hurt your ears but also hurt your entire body as well. She pulled out the plug out of the wall, listening to the alarm die in its last scream. She pulled herself out of bed and dragged herself over to her dresser. She pulled on the normal outfit with the normal bow to match and rolled herself downstairs to leave.
As she left she yet again caught a sight of her mother. She was in the same position. But she was breathing. Helga felt an urge to go over to her mom. She touched her on the shoulder and whispered that she was going to school. Her mom groaned a little and then went back into her own black world.
Helga slowly got on the bus stop. So much was wrong in her house that it just left her empty. She just wanted to forget it all. A considerate face met her on the bus.
=Hello Helga
-Put a cork in it football head
Arnold was just saying hello Helga
Phoebe poked her out of their usual seat on the bus.
-DOI!!! I figured that out on my own Phoebe! I just don't feel like listening to any shrill voices today okay! Sheesh.
Gosh Helga I'm sorry. You seem a little more upset than usual. Anything you want to talk about?
-NO Phoebe! I am perfectly fine! What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Criminey! Who do you have to deck around here to get a little peace and quiet?
Sorry Helga.
The bus pulled up in front of PS118. Helga slowly slunk over to her locker and after a tiring 6 times trying to get her locker opened she grabbed her books and locked the door again. She made it to class just in time.
"What a shame," Helga thought as she was just in time to here another boring lecture on science or math or some other idiotic subject.
She sat and dazed off this another alarm woke her up, the lunch bell. She grabbed her stuff and headed down to her locker and then to lunch. Truth be told, she wasn't that hungry so she just grabbed a tapioca pudding and sat down at an empty table.
=Hey Helga
-What do you want football head?
=I just wanted to eat lunch with you. Is that all right?
-Whatever floats your boat. I'm thinking about leaving soon anyways.
=I wish you wouldn't. I enjoy talking to you.
-Why in the world would you say something as dumb as that! You probably just want to bum some money off me for another milk or something like that. CRIMINEY! Well I am not going to give you any money so you might as well just leave. Like half of my family has.
She didn't say the last part loud enough for Arnold to hear but he still knew something was wrong, and he was determined to find out. Helga was so depressed right now that not even her one true love, albeit he didn't know, could help her in any way she could think of.
=I don't want your money Helga. I just want to enjoy your company that is all. So if it would be okay I would like to talk to you.
Helga looked around the room for her best friend to possibly bail her out of this and let her sneak away back into her own confusing world. But, of course, Phoebe was in the corner of the lunchroom talking to plan B, Arnold's best friend. There was no way out.
-Fine Arnoldo, I'll talk, just as long as you don't talk to me ever again. So what do you want to talk about; mutant rats roaming the underworlds of the city, aliens coming to earth just for a piece of pie, how stupid this conversation will be?
=How are you?
-Is that the best you can think of? How are you? That's pathetic. Well, ARNOLDO, I am tired of sitting here if you must know and I want to go.
=Fine Helga, if you want to go so bad I can't stop you. Just remember that I am always here to talk.
-Yeah, like I would want to talk to a dorkwad like you.
=Bye Helga
Helga got up from the table trying her hardest not to look back at him. She wanted to stay and talk to Arnold. Well, maybe she didn't want to talk, but she did want to listen. He always had something good to say. But at the moment, Helga didn't think that even the great Arnold could help her. She was all alone in the world.
Author's note: Thanks for reading so far. I have a few other chapters already written but I would like some reviews before I put them up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! ...wow...saying that is really depressing...I mean you know it is true but jeez...anyways.....
The shrill beeping of her alarm clock jerked her awake. It felt like a bomb had just gone off next to her ear; it hurt your ears but also hurt your entire body as well. She pulled out the plug out of the wall, listening to the alarm die in its last scream. She pulled herself out of bed and dragged herself over to her dresser. She pulled on the normal outfit with the normal bow to match and rolled herself downstairs to leave.
As she left she yet again caught a sight of her mother. She was in the same position. But she was breathing. Helga felt an urge to go over to her mom. She touched her on the shoulder and whispered that she was going to school. Her mom groaned a little and then went back into her own black world.
Helga slowly got on the bus stop. So much was wrong in her house that it just left her empty. She just wanted to forget it all. A considerate face met her on the bus.
=Hello Helga
-Put a cork in it football head
Arnold was just saying hello Helga
Phoebe poked her out of their usual seat on the bus.
-DOI!!! I figured that out on my own Phoebe! I just don't feel like listening to any shrill voices today okay! Sheesh.
Gosh Helga I'm sorry. You seem a little more upset than usual. Anything you want to talk about?
-NO Phoebe! I am perfectly fine! What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Criminey! Who do you have to deck around here to get a little peace and quiet?
Sorry Helga.
The bus pulled up in front of PS118. Helga slowly slunk over to her locker and after a tiring 6 times trying to get her locker opened she grabbed her books and locked the door again. She made it to class just in time.
"What a shame," Helga thought as she was just in time to here another boring lecture on science or math or some other idiotic subject.
She sat and dazed off this another alarm woke her up, the lunch bell. She grabbed her stuff and headed down to her locker and then to lunch. Truth be told, she wasn't that hungry so she just grabbed a tapioca pudding and sat down at an empty table.
=Hey Helga
-What do you want football head?
=I just wanted to eat lunch with you. Is that all right?
-Whatever floats your boat. I'm thinking about leaving soon anyways.
=I wish you wouldn't. I enjoy talking to you.
-Why in the world would you say something as dumb as that! You probably just want to bum some money off me for another milk or something like that. CRIMINEY! Well I am not going to give you any money so you might as well just leave. Like half of my family has.
She didn't say the last part loud enough for Arnold to hear but he still knew something was wrong, and he was determined to find out. Helga was so depressed right now that not even her one true love, albeit he didn't know, could help her in any way she could think of.
=I don't want your money Helga. I just want to enjoy your company that is all. So if it would be okay I would like to talk to you.
Helga looked around the room for her best friend to possibly bail her out of this and let her sneak away back into her own confusing world. But, of course, Phoebe was in the corner of the lunchroom talking to plan B, Arnold's best friend. There was no way out.
-Fine Arnoldo, I'll talk, just as long as you don't talk to me ever again. So what do you want to talk about; mutant rats roaming the underworlds of the city, aliens coming to earth just for a piece of pie, how stupid this conversation will be?
=How are you?
-Is that the best you can think of? How are you? That's pathetic. Well, ARNOLDO, I am tired of sitting here if you must know and I want to go.
=Fine Helga, if you want to go so bad I can't stop you. Just remember that I am always here to talk.
-Yeah, like I would want to talk to a dorkwad like you.
=Bye Helga
Helga got up from the table trying her hardest not to look back at him. She wanted to stay and talk to Arnold. Well, maybe she didn't want to talk, but she did want to listen. He always had something good to say. But at the moment, Helga didn't think that even the great Arnold could help her. She was all alone in the world.
Author's note: Thanks for reading so far. I have a few other chapters already written but I would like some reviews before I put them up.