Author's Note- By request from royalty I am putting up Chapter there of
my angsty fanfic. So if you don't like it...blame Princess Amanda...but if you
do like it...then give her a cookie and a gold star. Oh and thank you for
your reviews...sry I didn't address them in the last chapter.
Smoking Panda666- I know not writing poetry is a little strange for Helga...but I'm trying to convey that she isn't being herself. The only other time that I can think of that she lost her thrill for poetry was when she didn't obsess over "ice cream" and feel into a dull state of mind.
ncsweettart1023-I know I really should explain better, but truth be told I don't know how. Basically, they just got a divorce and I really hadn't thought about why they would. Maybe I will put that into a later chapter, but for now...Writer's Block has taken my brain and won't give it back till I say Peter Piper Picked a Peck of pineapple popsicles 5 times fast with 2 marshmallows in my mouth.
Ok, reviews would be greatly appreciated and I thank the people that are reviewing and the people that are reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! If I did then I would be really really rich with a pony and a blue velvet chair named Tuck.
Helga sank into her seat. She slowly fell into a daze and was only awoken by the sound of her name.
)) Ms. Pataki! I hope I am not disturbing you!
Her art teacher stared down at her. So far the class had 4 pages of notes on Van Gogh and Helga had one word on her paper: "Notes".
-Actually you are. I am trying to tune you out and it is hard to do with you yapping so loud, so if you could just turn the volume down that would be GREEEAAATTT!!!
Awww! Why did you have to get her to talk? The day was so quiet and nice so far without her.
-Shut up Harold!
)) That will be enough out of both of you. Now I suggest that you get to work Ms. Pataki and I don't want to say it again.
-Absolutely! I will get right on it.
Helga said this in a very sarcastic tone. The teacher just turned away pretending like she didn't here anything. For the rest of the class period Helga just doodled in her notebook just to make it seem like she was doing something. She drew a cab. She drew a bottle of alcohol. She drew the Great Wall of China. She drew a football. How could she fix all of this? It was impossible. All Helga could hope for was a miracle and she never would be lucky enough for one of those.
Helga grabbed the phone as it rang for the third time. She had slowly walked home, not wanting to take the bus. She didn't want to deal with the people at school. She didn't want to deal with home. She just wanted time to herself, to get away. Sadly though, sometime you do have to get to your destination and, even more sadly, that led to her god forsaken house. It had been an hour after she got home and she picked up the receiver to a familiar voice.
Hi there!
-Phoebe. Criminey. Can't I have peace for one moment! What do you want?
Just to talk Helga. You seemed different today.
-Of course I seemed different today. I am a day older than I was yesterday. So I am different! So anything else you absolutely need to talk to me about before I slam this receiver down so hard you won't know what hit ya?
No I guess not Helga, but...
Phoebe didn't get to finish what she was saying before Helga did in fact slam the phone down. Typical Helga: always shying away from a problem and not letting anyone help.
Helga sunk slowly into her bed again, covering her head with a pillow to try to drain all her trouble into it. Suddenly the door bell rang.
-CRIMINEY! CAN'T ANYONE BE ALONE THESE DAYS!
She took her time to get to the door, wanting every second to be torture to the visitor.
-ARNOLD! What the heck are you doing here?
=You left your notebook in class. I thought you might want it.
-Doi! Of course I don't want it! It is just stupid art. I am not going to know anything about Van Gogh or DaVinci or whoever when I grow up so why waste my time and energy lugging the stupid notebook just to let myself know how stupid the class really is.
=I'm sorry if I made you mad Helga but I just wanted to make sure you had it.
-Well thank you football head. Now I can loathe art at home as well as at school.
=I'm sorry you feel that way Helga. Oh and if it isn't too much trouble, could I borrow a pencil and paper. Mr. Green told me to tell something to Grandpa and I am afraid I will forget if I don't write it down while it is still fresh in my memory.
Helga could only think of one place in the house where there were pencil and paper, her room. The rest of her family never wrote anything down. Miriam didn't do anything to have something to write down, Olga hadn't been there in a while, and Bob always relied on his "impeccable", always faulty, memory for anything.
-Whatever. Just as long as you leave I will be happy.
Helga went upstairs to her room followed by Arnold. Before her troubles she would be gasping for breath and floating on air, but now she could care less. It seemed since "the incident" that ruined even the littlest bit of sanity in the house, Helga was unable to feel or do anything. She felt like curling up into bed like her mom, but she always found herself rolling out of bed and going to whatever activity she had to attend.
Helga went past her mother's room. She didn't want to be obvious and shut the door, but she didn't want him to see it either. She ended up just walking faster, hoping that Arnold would be too busy following her to notice.
They finally got to her room. Not even thinking she took her little pink book, the one she used to write poetry in before she felt empty of words, and tore a blank page out of the back and handed it to Arnold with a pen.
Arnold was too preoccupied looking around her room to notice.
-Take a picture Arnoldo, it'll last longer.
=Sorry Helga, I was just admiring your lovely room. Do your parents care that I am up here?
I wish they cared.
Helga said this under her breath. It was a complete joke that her parents would care if there was a boy in her room, even if they were still together. They never cared much. They were just too absorbed into their sorry lives to notice they had a child yearning to be noticed in their house.
-My parents....
Helga trailed off. She didn't have parents. She hardly had her mother and she had a father that moved to Chicago jut to get away from them. Her mom was neglectful, her father was neglectful, her mom didn't care, her father didn't care, and both were gone, one physically and one mentally. She didn't know how to end the sentence so she just shoved the paper and pen into Arnold's hands.
-Here just write down what you need and leave. I've got to do something that will take one second and then I will be back. So no rummaging around my room football head!
=Alright Helga
Helga hurried to Miriam's room. Above all things she didn't want Arnold to see her. Even if he saw her the first time she wouldn't want him to see her a second. He would start asking questions and wouldn't leave her alone. All she wanted was to be alone. Helga reached Miriam's room and closed the door silently. She knew Miriam was too out of it to notice any sound, but she still didn't want to wake her.
Arnold came out of her room.
=Thanks Helga. And just remember that if there is anything I can do than just ask. I will be more than happy to help you out.
He gave her a big hug and went to walk down the stairs. Helga was in a state of shock. Arnold hugged her! Suddenly her feelings came flooding back. She finally realized that she did need Arnold after all. She finally realized how much she did love Arnold. She finally felt something. Then she looked back at her mother's door. She heard the drop of a bottle on the floor. As quickly as the feelings came they stopped again. She heard Arnold walk out the door. Deep in her heart she knew that he was the only one that could help her at the moment, but then her pride engulfed her in a blanket of woe and misery and made her believe that she was fine. She was empty. She was numb. She was blank. She felt like a piece of paper, full of ink and scribbles, until it is finally thrown away, leaving a blank spot on the desk, void of anything. She slowly walked up to bed and pressed herself between the sheets hoping to just not have to put up with anything anymore.
Author's note: Thanks for getting this far in my story. Like I said in my last chapters, I have other chapters, so if you want more just review. Ask and ye shall word.
Smoking Panda666- I know not writing poetry is a little strange for Helga...but I'm trying to convey that she isn't being herself. The only other time that I can think of that she lost her thrill for poetry was when she didn't obsess over "ice cream" and feel into a dull state of mind.
ncsweettart1023-I know I really should explain better, but truth be told I don't know how. Basically, they just got a divorce and I really hadn't thought about why they would. Maybe I will put that into a later chapter, but for now...Writer's Block has taken my brain and won't give it back till I say Peter Piper Picked a Peck of pineapple popsicles 5 times fast with 2 marshmallows in my mouth.
Ok, reviews would be greatly appreciated and I thank the people that are reviewing and the people that are reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! If I did then I would be really really rich with a pony and a blue velvet chair named Tuck.
Helga sank into her seat. She slowly fell into a daze and was only awoken by the sound of her name.
)) Ms. Pataki! I hope I am not disturbing you!
Her art teacher stared down at her. So far the class had 4 pages of notes on Van Gogh and Helga had one word on her paper: "Notes".
-Actually you are. I am trying to tune you out and it is hard to do with you yapping so loud, so if you could just turn the volume down that would be GREEEAAATTT!!!
Awww! Why did you have to get her to talk? The day was so quiet and nice so far without her.
-Shut up Harold!
)) That will be enough out of both of you. Now I suggest that you get to work Ms. Pataki and I don't want to say it again.
-Absolutely! I will get right on it.
Helga said this in a very sarcastic tone. The teacher just turned away pretending like she didn't here anything. For the rest of the class period Helga just doodled in her notebook just to make it seem like she was doing something. She drew a cab. She drew a bottle of alcohol. She drew the Great Wall of China. She drew a football. How could she fix all of this? It was impossible. All Helga could hope for was a miracle and she never would be lucky enough for one of those.
Helga grabbed the phone as it rang for the third time. She had slowly walked home, not wanting to take the bus. She didn't want to deal with the people at school. She didn't want to deal with home. She just wanted time to herself, to get away. Sadly though, sometime you do have to get to your destination and, even more sadly, that led to her god forsaken house. It had been an hour after she got home and she picked up the receiver to a familiar voice.
Hi there!
-Phoebe. Criminey. Can't I have peace for one moment! What do you want?
Just to talk Helga. You seemed different today.
-Of course I seemed different today. I am a day older than I was yesterday. So I am different! So anything else you absolutely need to talk to me about before I slam this receiver down so hard you won't know what hit ya?
No I guess not Helga, but...
Phoebe didn't get to finish what she was saying before Helga did in fact slam the phone down. Typical Helga: always shying away from a problem and not letting anyone help.
Helga sunk slowly into her bed again, covering her head with a pillow to try to drain all her trouble into it. Suddenly the door bell rang.
-CRIMINEY! CAN'T ANYONE BE ALONE THESE DAYS!
She took her time to get to the door, wanting every second to be torture to the visitor.
-ARNOLD! What the heck are you doing here?
=You left your notebook in class. I thought you might want it.
-Doi! Of course I don't want it! It is just stupid art. I am not going to know anything about Van Gogh or DaVinci or whoever when I grow up so why waste my time and energy lugging the stupid notebook just to let myself know how stupid the class really is.
=I'm sorry if I made you mad Helga but I just wanted to make sure you had it.
-Well thank you football head. Now I can loathe art at home as well as at school.
=I'm sorry you feel that way Helga. Oh and if it isn't too much trouble, could I borrow a pencil and paper. Mr. Green told me to tell something to Grandpa and I am afraid I will forget if I don't write it down while it is still fresh in my memory.
Helga could only think of one place in the house where there were pencil and paper, her room. The rest of her family never wrote anything down. Miriam didn't do anything to have something to write down, Olga hadn't been there in a while, and Bob always relied on his "impeccable", always faulty, memory for anything.
-Whatever. Just as long as you leave I will be happy.
Helga went upstairs to her room followed by Arnold. Before her troubles she would be gasping for breath and floating on air, but now she could care less. It seemed since "the incident" that ruined even the littlest bit of sanity in the house, Helga was unable to feel or do anything. She felt like curling up into bed like her mom, but she always found herself rolling out of bed and going to whatever activity she had to attend.
Helga went past her mother's room. She didn't want to be obvious and shut the door, but she didn't want him to see it either. She ended up just walking faster, hoping that Arnold would be too busy following her to notice.
They finally got to her room. Not even thinking she took her little pink book, the one she used to write poetry in before she felt empty of words, and tore a blank page out of the back and handed it to Arnold with a pen.
Arnold was too preoccupied looking around her room to notice.
-Take a picture Arnoldo, it'll last longer.
=Sorry Helga, I was just admiring your lovely room. Do your parents care that I am up here?
I wish they cared.
Helga said this under her breath. It was a complete joke that her parents would care if there was a boy in her room, even if they were still together. They never cared much. They were just too absorbed into their sorry lives to notice they had a child yearning to be noticed in their house.
-My parents....
Helga trailed off. She didn't have parents. She hardly had her mother and she had a father that moved to Chicago jut to get away from them. Her mom was neglectful, her father was neglectful, her mom didn't care, her father didn't care, and both were gone, one physically and one mentally. She didn't know how to end the sentence so she just shoved the paper and pen into Arnold's hands.
-Here just write down what you need and leave. I've got to do something that will take one second and then I will be back. So no rummaging around my room football head!
=Alright Helga
Helga hurried to Miriam's room. Above all things she didn't want Arnold to see her. Even if he saw her the first time she wouldn't want him to see her a second. He would start asking questions and wouldn't leave her alone. All she wanted was to be alone. Helga reached Miriam's room and closed the door silently. She knew Miriam was too out of it to notice any sound, but she still didn't want to wake her.
Arnold came out of her room.
=Thanks Helga. And just remember that if there is anything I can do than just ask. I will be more than happy to help you out.
He gave her a big hug and went to walk down the stairs. Helga was in a state of shock. Arnold hugged her! Suddenly her feelings came flooding back. She finally realized that she did need Arnold after all. She finally realized how much she did love Arnold. She finally felt something. Then she looked back at her mother's door. She heard the drop of a bottle on the floor. As quickly as the feelings came they stopped again. She heard Arnold walk out the door. Deep in her heart she knew that he was the only one that could help her at the moment, but then her pride engulfed her in a blanket of woe and misery and made her believe that she was fine. She was empty. She was numb. She was blank. She felt like a piece of paper, full of ink and scribbles, until it is finally thrown away, leaving a blank spot on the desk, void of anything. She slowly walked up to bed and pressed herself between the sheets hoping to just not have to put up with anything anymore.
Author's note: Thanks for getting this far in my story. Like I said in my last chapters, I have other chapters, so if you want more just review. Ask and ye shall word.