Disclaimer: I own poem not the characters.
Chapter 6: From a Fallen Angel
from a fallen angel
from the one who wish so desperately,
for dreams to be true,
good night, sweet angel,
the one who is going to lift me up,
and give warmth to my dark forest,
to my life.
It was night time. And nothing could fix anything. Helga was almost ready to fall asleep. She just had to write one more poem, a poem about someone loving her for who she is. The phone rang. And for a moment Helga though that it was Phoebe (who had the cold), but no it was-Arnold! And it can be said was silence. Nobody talked for a good few minutes. But Helga understood that Arnold was beginning to like her.
"Helga, you know, I think I am starting to like you more than a friend and I wanted to say goodnight" finally Arnold broke the silence.
"Thanks football head! See you tomorrow! And don't think that I am going to be nice to you" replied Helga.
And Helga could have sworn she heard Arnold say "whatever you say Helga." But all Helga can do was smile. Today was a great first day of school. And she could feel it in her bones. Tomorrow would be a better day! And Helga can do is dream about marrying Arnold, and having a perfume named after them.
And all fate can do was smile, knowing that truly her work was done, and that their love would take their own course.