Chapter 2+"Contemplation"+

Night was falling, and the sun was setting on the Horizon. The sky was a mixture of pink and orange making it look like cotton candy swirl. Alone a girl stood on Gerald field, looking at a locket, looking at a secret.

Yes, the girl is Helga. And the locket…it contain a simple picture, of her love, Arnold. She often looked at it. If ever she was to be lost in despair, the reassuring smile her love held on his face would bring a small light of happiness and hope.

It was after practice that Helga stayed to ponder her thought about her beloved.

Helga stood in the middle of the field, looking at a locket. For Helga, all there was, was a locket.

Helga G. Pataki is an unusual person. Her voice changes when she talks about her love. It goes from as hard as the very cold stones she walks on, to as mellow as soft swirled clouds.

Helga sighed as she sat on the cool soft grass. She held the locket in her right hand and said in a mellow voice, "Oh Arnold….I love you. I love you more than life itself. I hate keeping this a secret. I just want to shout out to the world that I love you, but I can't.

"If word got out that I loved you, I will be teased, ridiculed, and mocked for the rest of my life," she shrugs, "Or at least 'til the end of Jr. High." Helga leaned back and rolled on to her belly. "I wish the homerun you made today would someday symbolize the love you may have for me. Strong…" As she spoke softly to her self, she began to pick the grass with her on free hand. "……..Who am I kidding? I don't think you'll ever love me…I mean, I'm not exactly the prettiest girl in the school, and I sure don't act nice to you…so why? Why would you ever love-," She placed her locket on the grass and laid back on the grass beside it. In a peaceful way, she put folded her hands on her stomach and closed her eyes. She muttered, "Helga G. Pataki."

Helga began to think of ways to have her love, love her back. She needed to change. Her attitude towards him was harsh and cruel; she thought who would want to love a cruel girl like her.

Thoughts like, Maybe I can…, and What if i… zoomed inside her head. She thought of schemes that she done in the past to have Arnold like her, and none of them seemed to work. Doing things like changing her look, changing into someone he already liked or changing…

She shot up and shouted, "That's it!"

She grabbed her locket, and hugged it while spinning around on the grass. Holding it high in the air, the pig tail girl said, "That's it! That's it! That's it! Its perfect! Why didn't I think of it to being with?...Uh, Because I did!" Standing up, she put her locket back in her dress. "It's the perfect plan! All I have to do is just, be a little nicer to Arnold! Maybe then…he may like me like me."

A cool breeze flew through Gerald field. Her pigtails waved in the wind as she looked at the sky. It was getting dark and a lone a star sparkled in the night sky. "I'm going to be like that star. I'm going to shining bright through everyone, to impress Arnold." Helga thought, Well, its getting dark. I bet Big Bob's having kittens by now-I better get home. As she walked out of Gerald Field, she ponders about ways to be nicer to Arnold. Hmmmm…I guess I could start by not calling him "football head","Yuts", and "Paste for brains" she thought while kicking a nearby rock.

Helga walked for a little, while contemplating how to be nice. It seems that it's easier said than done. She's tried being nice to Arnold before, but things always seem to not go as planed. She needs help. But who? Who can teach her how to control her temper and be nice? Certainly not Lila, she's too sweet. She may be the most liked girl in class, but Helga will never ask her for 'nice' lesson after that custom party incident at Rhonda's that happened a while ago. It's another story, for which I have no time to tell, but the fact of the matter is being nice does work, just not Lila's way. She needs to find some one who can help her. Someone who will listen how she wants things done, someone that can keep a secret, someone who's nice but not Buttery sweet. She stopped where she was walking and smiled smugly. She knew who.