WARNING!: I attempted poetry in this chapter, so please don't cry if it's awful.
"Arnold!" said Helga. "Oh Hi, Helga" Arnold responded, with his trademark smile. Helga's stomach danced in her throat, she swallowed to get it to go back down. "What are you doing here?" Helga asked. "Oh, I'm not doing to good in English, poetry especially, so your sister offered to tutor me" he replied.(A/N:I know Arnold probably wouldn't need tutoring but it was necessary for the story) "Oh" was all Helga said, she ran up to her room. She could hear Olga say "Don't worry it's not you, she's just shy".
Helga had no locket so she turned to her shrine.
"Oh Arnold your in my house! Even though you are just being tutored by "Olga, I can use this as an opportunity to get your attention, my love".
She sighed, then turned and walked back down stair's, she walked into the kitchen, with the cover of getting milk… the only problem was their was no milk.
"Oh I have some really good poetry I found in Helga's room" said Olga. "EEP" squeaked Helga, she hid behind the wall.
My Hearts Fiery Ember
In my heart is a fiery ember
It burns even though I slumber
It burns bright for me to remember
The Cornflower hair
Of my be-loved
The confident air
That I covenant
To show you my heart
With a fiery ember
I'll make you remember…
'Oh yeah' thought Helga, 'I wrote that one just the other day'…. then she snapped back to reality.
"You found that in Helga's room? Did she write it?" asked Arnold. "I'm sure she did" replied Olga, "she has books and books of poems up in her room". Helga's heart was beating fast. "I hope this doesn't go where I think it goes" she said to her-self. "Hey! You want to go see some of her poems?" asked Olga. Arnold thought about it, " I dunno… isn't that sortta an invasion of privacy?".
"No, Helga won't mind, I go up there and read them all the time" replied Olga, "And it will be a great learning experience". Olga almost had an evil look on her face, but Helga pushed it away, she b had /b to have imagined it. "She goes up there all the time!" said Helga to her-self again, she was absolutely fuming.
"Oh, ok" said Arnold finally giving in.
'I have to do something!' Helga thought. Arnold and Olga started walking up stairs, and Helga was looking around franticly. She saw the stove, (A/N: yeah I know this is unrealistic but bare with me) ran and turned the temperature up to 800 degrees, with in a matter of moments Olga's soufflé was smoking like a campfire…
The smoke detectors went off, everyone ran into the kitchen and Helga was quite proud of her plan…
