SUMMARY: This will be a big story on Arnold and his friends last year at P.S. 118, 8th grade! I will probably be writting a lot of chapters, hope you like!

Ch. 1: Change

Arnold layed on the couch in his room listening to music, But he wasn't paying attention to the music. He was thinking about how it was the last day of summer and then the next day it would be school. Not just school, but his and his friends last years of middle school, They were going into eighth grade and then after that they would be in high school. It was a scary thought to Arnold because he didn't want things to change even though he knew they would. Everyone had grown over the years but not changed. Change. It was one word that Arnold didn't like but came to accept. He had been the glue that kept all his friends together throughout the years, and because of this, he felt it was his job to keep all of them together for many more years. Arnold and his friends were all about thirteen now and going through puberty. He hadn't spent much time with all of them, except maybe Gerald, all summer, so he knew there was going to be something different about all of them. Arnold got up from his bed and called Gerald to see if he wanted to hang out.

Helga looked at herself in the mirror. Crimety! That stupid UNIBROW!, She thought to herself. She'd have to ask Phoebe to come over to give her an Asian Massage and for Rhonda to give her a small makeover. It was 2:09 in the afternoon and Helga hadn't done a thing. Well, except watch tv all day. Helga got up and went to get the phone and dialed Phoebes number.

Phoebe: Hello?
Helga: Hey Phoebs wanna come over for a bit? Oh and How about Rhonda? I need one of your famous massages and a little makeover...thing..

Helga never was girly, well except in fourth grade where she dressed up for Rhondas party, but that was nothing. She didn't want a huge makeover, she just wanted her eyebrows plucked, waxed, whatever it was, she wanted the Unibrow gone.

Phoebe: Uh, sure, um, how about you come over here...? I have some things to do
Helga: uh, Ok, sounds fine
Phoebe: Great! I'll call Rhonda
Helga: K bye

Helga and Rhonda never were extremely close but throughtout the years they grew somewhat fond of each other, all the girls were friends but Rhonda and Helga were never too close, but now they were, but not Best friends.

Helga walked up the steps of Phoebes stoop, and rang the doorbell.

DING DONG

Mrs. Heyerdale: Why Hello Helga, its Mighty nice to see you here on such a sunny day
Mrs. Heyerdale: Phoebe, Helgas here!
Helga: Uh, yea, nice to see you too
Mrs. Heyerdale: Well thank you, you go right on up, Phoebe and Rhonda are up in her room
Helga: Thanks

Helga stepped into the house, nothing different, mostly things representing Phoebes two cultures. Helga climbed the stairs and walked down the hall towards Phoebes room.

Phoebe: Hey Helga!
Rhonda: Hey Helga!
Helga: uh...hey...so...shall we get started?

Phoebe and Rhonda both nodded and sat her down in a chair, Rhonda plucked and Phoebe massaged. When they were finished Helga looked in the mirror. She looked the same, just with plucked eyebrows, but hey, what did she expect?

Rhonda: We should definately give you a total makeover!
Helga: NO WAY, NOOOO, all I wanted was a massage and my eyebrows done, thats all

Rhonda dissapointed said fine and sat down on Phoebes bed looking at a fashion Magazine.

It was 9:30 now and Arnold was still up, he had finished getting his school stuff ready so now he was just laying on his bed looking through the skyroof. Grampa Phil poked his head through the door.

Phil: Hey shortman, its 9:30, dont you think its about time you hit the sack?
Arnold: Yea, in a minute grandpa, im just thinking
Phil: Oh yea, its your first day back to school...looking forward to it?
Arnold: Yea, I guess, Its just, I don't know...
Phil: Jitters...
Arnold: a little
Phil: Oh theres nothing to be nervous about...its just...school...well...I guess...uh...never mind, good night shortman
Arnold: goodnight grandpa

Arnold got up, changed, then went to bed, wondering how tomorrow would go, not realizing that change was about to come his way.