Chap.6: Poetry Class

When Helga woke up, she had no clue where she was. This was certainly not her bedroom. Then it hit her. She was at Arnold's place. She sat up in bed and looked around. The morning light was gently bathing the room, which was why it seemed now slightly different then at night. Helga remembered the times she had come here without Arnold knowing about it. She blushed at the memories. Once she had even slept in his closet! HOW embarrassing it was, the kind of trouble she would get herself into. She was more then glad it was all over. This kind of stuff didn't happen to the new Helga.
Yet here she was in Arnold's bed…Arnold! Suddenly remembering she was not alone she turned to the couch. He was apparently still sleeping. She slowly got up, grabbed her clothes, and walked to the bathroom to dress. She was about to leave the room but walked back to Arnold and kneeled down beside him. He was sleeping soundly, his blond hair spread on the pillow, his mouth slightly opened. He looked so peaceful, he often did, but he looked even sweeter then usual. Without her really noticing it, her lips drew a soft smile, as she was touched by the sight of her sleeping friend. It took a lot of her to look away, get up and leave.
As she was walking down the stairs she came up face to face with Arnold's grandmother.
"Oh, hello there!" she said happily
She looked at Helga carefully.
"Have we met? You remind of someone! Oh yes, that blond girl with big ears and one eyebrow that kept coming here for mysterious reasons! You look a lot like her!"
She now seemed puzzle.
"No it couldn't have been you…You're really pretty and I recall she wasn't!"
Helga smiled sadly at the old lady.
"No, she said, I guess it couldn't have been me."
Adding nothing else she left, leaving Arnold's grandmother quite confuse.
"I could have sworn though…"she whispered to herself, watching the beautiful stranger walk away.

Monday! It's was finally Monday! Arnold had been waiting for this day to arrive since he had woken up Saturday morning finding an empty bed. Technically it wasn't a very long time ago, but to Arnold time had passed terribly slowly. He wanted to talk to Helga. He was wandering why she had run away from home and then why she had left without saying bye. The first class of the day was literature, a subject he absolutely hated. But for once he was eager walking into the room as he was searching for her. He spotted her at the back of the room, staring at the window in a dreamy, though a little sad, way. Arnold started advancing toward her, but Mrs Pars, their teacher, walked in the room and told them to sit down. Arnold hesitated. There was an empty sit next to Helga, but for a reason he couldn't explain, he suddenly felt embarrass at the idea of sitting close to her. So instead, he took a sit next to Lila.

"Okay class" said Mrs Pars "as you all know since you pay so much attention in class, we've been studying poetry lately. By the way, I hope you all catch the irony in my words when i said you pay attention."

There that was it, he was already bored. He heard his teacher reading a new poem about some flower, but he couldn't care less. No matter how hard Lila had tried to explain to him that poetry was beautiful and romantic, he still wasn't interested.

"So, any of you understood what this poem talks about?"

"Well that's easy" Harold said "it talks about a rose!"

Mrs Pars made a face.

"Yes, I think we all got that, but what else?

"The rose is surrounded but lilies!" screamed Curly

The teacher sighed.

"Yes, but we got to search for a deeper meaning here guys."

Nadine raised her hand.

"Maybe it's winter? Because it's said that the rose is frozen."

"Well no" said Phoebe "because all the lilies are described as blossomed and that can't be in winter."

"Good Phoebe! Why do you think the author said the rose was frozen. And why do you think he chose a rose?"

Everyone remained silent.

"It's not that hard" begged a desperate Mrs Pars "Come on! Anyone?"

She looked around.

"Yes! Helga go ahead!"

Arnold snapped out f it and turned around as he heard the teacher call on Helga.

"Well" started Helga "the poem isn't really about flowers. Looking at the style I say it was written by a man, around the 16th century. It's a love poem so the rose probably represents a lady that he had a fallen in love with."

Mrs Pars looked stunned.

"Very good" she said "Please go on."

"He chose a rose because it's symbolize inaccessible beauty and romance, as the rose is a flower from whom emanates love though it's covered by prickles. He says it is frozen, it probably means that the heart of his love was cold and that she felt no emotion at all towards him. She his surrounded by lilies, which means lots of other lovely girls but he still wants the rose above everyone else."

She stopped talking for a few seconds and then she started again.

"But we all know poetry as different meanings, and we can also see the lady's point of view. She is beautiful, but yet alone and she remains un-loved. She his surrounded by happiness but her lonely heart is frozen and she is cursed to be lonely for the rest of her life."

Helga stopped waiting for the teacher to respond. Mrs Pars closed her wide opened mouse she tried to speak.

"This…this is brilliant Helga. I had never had a student as talented as you. Clearly you already studied poetry in France. That doesn't surprise me at all, French are so romantic. You got it all right, this is exactly it, all the meanings you understood."

She took out a tissue to wash a little tear that had appeared at the corner of her eye while the bell rang.

"Ok you may leave" the teacher said.

Everyone got up and walked toward the door.

"Wow Helga!" said Phoebe "you were brilliant back there! I had no idea you like poetry that much."

Helga looked embarrass.

"I don't! Like the teacher said I just studied it…a lot."

"Still" said Lila "the way you said the girl was beautiful but yet so alone, it was so…so…so I don't know how to say it."

"It's like YOU were the girl herself!" finally said Sheena.

Arnold heard her laugh at this. But as he did he thought the way she laughed wasn't right.

AN: There! Another chapter done! Sorry took me so much time to update but I had a lot to do with school and stuff. Also I'm not getting many reviews, so I might stop this story since no one like it much. For the people who did review thank you! It means a lot to me and it encouraged me to update with this chapter. If you want me to continue, please, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I might sound desperate and I am! Pleeeaaaaaaase! I promise the other chapters will be better(this one sucked).