And now, the episode I've been wanting to write about for a while! 'Helga's Locket'! I was wondering how to approach this episode for some time now, but now that I'm getting the hang of it, I think I'm ready to present this episode! Anyway, enjoy!

I just paused as I looked at the item in confusion. How did it even get there... the locket? And why was it stapled inside the book, which I've yet to take off the final staple of to read what I wrote behind the pages?

I paused as I noticed a latch on the locket. I was about to reach for the locket's latch when...

"Hey, Rhonda."

I looked up as I saw Arnold coming into the room. "Olga told me you were in here. Hey, I want to say I'm sorry for getting mad..."

"No, no, you had every right to be angry at me." I looked down.

"No, I didn't, beautiful!" Arnold sighed as he sat down next to me. "Okay, so you made a simple mistake! No denying that you have... flaws. But they're make what is you...well, you."

"Arnold... do you really care for me, even though I have these flaws?" I asked, looking up to Arnold.

Arnold smiled as he grabbed my hand. "Of course I do. You're my girlfriend, right?"

I giggled. "Yeah, charming, I guess I'm your girlfriend..."

Arnold paused as he then noticed the object in my hands. "What is this?"

"Oh, this?" I yelped, realizing I was still holding the locket in my hand. "Oh, it's just a... just a locket."

Arnold took the locket and gave it a closer look. "I never knew you had a heart shaped locket... and of me, no less. I guess..."

Arnold laughed. "I guess this just proves you had a real, genuine crush on me."

"Yeah..." I smiled as I took the locket back. "It does. I can't explain it, but every time I look into this locket, I feel like reciting poetry."

"Poetry? I thought you were more into art..." Arnold raised an eyebrow. "At least, that's what you say to me ever since we decided no secrets between each other when we found out about our feelings."

I blinked. Why did I say poetry? Sure, there was a time when I did write it, but I focused more on art more recently to express my love than writing. "Well, you remember my pink book, Arnold. Sometimes, I have a knack for writing poetry, sometimes I have a knack for doing art."

"Hmmm..." Arnold paused. "I suppose that's true..."

I paused a bit as I put the locket in my pocket. "Hey Arnold. When we say no secrets and all, I was curious. You remember how I told you about how I accidentally left the pink book with you, and you were still trying to figure out the poems..."

Arnold sighed. "In my mind, it always came up as a possibility that you might have been the one to write the poems..."

I smiled, remembering that time...

It went from six-thirty to approximately eight o'clock, night had just fallen as Arnold and Gerald were now at the Ls. And I was the next girl on the list...

"Hey Arnold. The next name on this list... Rhonda Lloyd." Gerald said, pointing to the name.

"Rhonda?" Arnold paused as he thought about it. "Well, she is a good girl, and she can be nice..."

"Yeah, you think she may be the one who wrote these poems?" Gerald asked as I peered in, a little excited, but at the same time, a little worried.

"I doubt it." Arnold said, with a sigh. "She may be nice, but I think she just prefers style and popularity. As far as she's concerned, she's the top of the popularity chain, in terms of the school stats. She probably wouldn't find time to write poems, and if she fell for anyone, it's probably be somebody REALLY popular. We are good friends, but I don't think I'm on her list of 'popular guys to date'."

Looking back on it now... I wonder... was Arnold throwing a hint that he did INDEED have a crush on me, even then?

"...but I didn't think then that you were the ones to write them." Arnold looked down. "Looking back... maybe I should have opened my mind that you were ambidextrous... or maybe I should have recognized your own handwriting. I mean, we have partnered up on occasions."

"That is true... and Arnold... as far as I'm concerned... you are on my list of 'popular guys to date'." I smiled as I lifted his head up. "You're the only guy on that list."

"What about people like-" Arnold started... before I put a finger on his mouth.

"You were the only one." I smiled, reassuring him. Arnold gave a warm smile as we both shared a long kiss with each other.

After what seemed like an hour, which in reality time was ten seconds, we both let go of each other, separating from the kiss. Arnold looked over to me as he said, "How could I stay mad at my favorite friend?"

"Am I really your favorite friend?" I asked.

Arnold nodded. "Favorite girlfriend."

"Oh, you charmer." I giggled as Arnold took my head.

"Come on, Rhonda, we got to still set up for the anniversary party for my grandparents upstairs. Luckily, the garage sale is still going on as normal, and Olga's out of debt, so I believe we're all set." Arnold said.

I smiled as I got up. "I'm following your every step, charming."

And thus, despite all the rough bringings from this morning and early afternoon, the rest of the day proved pretty good. Thanks to my help, Arnold managed to throw that good anniversary dinner for both Arnold's grandparents, which they were pleasantly surprised about. We were all having the great times of our lives, Olga was, for the first time as far as I've seen her, acting like an excited little kid when around everybody.

I looked around at everybody and smiled as I was enjoying my life with the other boarders, who weren't too mad about the whole incident, so I was having fun as well.

But during the end of the party, after Arnold thanked me for all the help and gave me a kiss on the cheek (which all the adults cooed at, especially Arnold's grandmother, who took pictures (she was dressed a photographer, for no particular reason of her own, as per usual), I went up to my room as I looked at the locket once more, wondering where it could have possibily came from. It was then I noticed a latch near the locket as I decided to open the locket... and inside, I noticed some words... which were pretty surprising.

'Arnold, my soul, you are always in my heart. Love, Helga G. Pataki'.

My eyes widened in shock. This was Helga's handwriting! But how, wha-

"HELGA, what do you know about this?" I said, holding up the locket.

"You're going to have to describe it to me, I can't..." I heard Helga in my mind, as if denying something.

"Don't give me that crap, Helga! You know you can see through my eyes!" I yelled.

"Uh..." I heard Helga say... before I suddenly shut my eyes and couldn't get them open. "No, I can't."

"Helga..." I growled.

I heard Helga sigh as I opened my eyes. She then said, "Okay, there is a story behind the locket, but I can't talk to you about it through just mind talks. Can we talk in your dreams tonight?"

"Fine. You better have a good reason." I sighed as Olga came in, I quickly shut the locket up and hid it, as if I knew exactly what to do if Olga came in.

"Well, overall, not a bad day, huh, my little sweetheart?" Olga smiled.

"Yeah..." I nodded as I yawned.

Olga giggled as she hugged me. "You look a little tuckered, sweetie. You might want to get to bed."

"I'll do that. Thanks, Olga." I smiled as I collected my pajamas.

Pretty soon, I was in bed and dreaming as I entered into Helga's room in my dreams. I noticed Helga sitting close nearby, and I notice she was holding a mirror to herself, looking down in sadness as she put the mirror down. "So... I suppose you want to know about the locket."

"Yeah." I said as I sat down.

"Well, to begin with, yes, this is indeed my locket. I never get separated from it, because it's the last reminder of my own world..." Helga sighed. "And a possibility that I could go back to my own timeline... if I do everything right..."

"Everything right?" I asked.

"Just watch." Helga said as a projector and screen were conjured as she turned the film on.

In the reel, I noticed Helga, still walking around as a ghost, coming straight into Curly's house, as I know it. The young Curly was sitting and waiting as Helga came in.

Curly smiled as he said to Helga, "Aw, you missed me!"

"I did not! You were the only person that knows I'm exisiting, along with that other old woman who knows me!" Helga groaned. "Who was she again, it was..."

"Marcie, I believe, darling."

Helga yelped as she turned to see one of Curly's stuffed animals transforming into Marcie herself. Helga yelped. "Criminy! Don't do that!"

"Oh, would you prefer I break into somebody's house like you and Solara did when you traveled to the months that your mother was still pregnant with you?" Marcie raised an eyebrow.

Helga opened her mouth... then sighed. "Go on..."

"Helga, Curly here... is a student... he has powers that Lord knows not... call it crazy if you like, that's what we're calling it, but they work. Sometimes, people have the gift, and sometimes, they don't, but we still help them if need be when they're directly influenced by Solara." Marcie explained.

Helga frowned as she shook her head. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it! But how is it possible for me to be normal again? And not a ghost?"

"Some say possession would work fine... it'd work fine as a host body until you realize the three true things most important in your life... can you think of who is the most important that you want to make up with them... get close to them for real?" Marcie asked.

Helga paused as she sat down. "Arnold is very important to me... that is a no brainer on that. I mean, I still have the locket of him in my shirt... if I can get in there and reach for it!"

"Don't worry, when you possess a body, all material possessions you had in your pockets in your dimension will be transferred into the body you're possessing in their pockets. You'll know full well what we mean once we try to train you." Marcie said as Curly nodded.

"Besides, Arnold was clearly hurting in your world... I mean, he was just trying to be your friend, and you pushed him away." Curly explained. "At least, from what you told me."

Helga sighed. "Okay, yes, I admit I screwed up..."

"In other words, if you want Arnold to be important to you, you must trust him, as he must trust in you, even if you're not who you are." Marcie explained. "Anybody else you can think of?"

Helga paused... as she looked down. "Phoebe... she was like, my first friend... and yet I always make her do things for me... no wonder she snapped as well..."

"You know it wasn't your fault, but rather, influence. But yes, Phoebe is also a good choice. In your dimension/timeline, she was always looked down upon, never treated as an equal. If you can treat her as an equal, she's bound to be a good friend to you..." Marcie said.

"Besides, it wouldn't be right to see a very lonely Phoebe with no friends in this timeline..." Curly said.

"That is true..." Helga smiled.

"Is there anybody else?" Marcie smiled.

"Nope, Phoebe and Arnold are all I can think of to redeem." Helga smiled. "And I can do that!"

Marcie and Curly just looked in surprise and looked down as Marcie says, "There is still a third person, you know."

"There is? Who?" Helga asked.

Marcie sighed, shaking her head. "Well, never mind. I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. Now, let me tell you more about what is going to go down about possession. For now, keep hiding in Arnold's place. I hope he's not too boring to look at."

"Are you kidding?" Helga smiled. "I still hum him that little song his parents used to do to soothe him to sleep, even if I don't exist anymore. It's as if he actually listens to me..."

Helga sighed, lovesickly. Curly sighed as he whispered to Marcie, "This kid is so obsessed..."

"She'll learn..." Marcie said as the projectioner went off.

I looked at Helga as soon as the reel ended as I asked, "Did you ever figure out who your third person was?"

"No, I never did. And I'm still trying to figure it out, even to this day." Helga sighed.

"Okay, so... when you went into my body, I was... possessed? I don't feel like you were possessed by me." I paused.

"Not anymore..."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it, Rhonda. The point is, during my possession of you, as predicted, everything in my pocket was transferred from my ghostly form to your own body... we stapled our things behind the first three pages of the diary, in fear of Mom and Dad just being curious about what I wrote and would open it..." Helga explained to me.

"Oh... I guess that would explain it... wait, did you say 'things'? The locket isn't the only thing behind the pages?" I asked.

"There was also that letter from the day I followed Solara when I wrecked my room and I found that letter. I hadn't read it, it just remained unopened." Helga sighed. "Not that it matters, probably just a stupid note from Olga asking me to come over to lunch or something to talk."

I paused. "Well, I guess I better reopen the last staple sometime soon so that I can get that letter out, then."

"Read the diary pages when you finally cracked it open as well... you may say they're... an interesting read." Helga said as she looked at me. "That's all I can tell you for now, but I'm sure you'll have a lot more questions once everything starts becoming clear... to you and to me."

I nodded as I heard the sound of an alarm clock. "I guess I better wake up."

"All right... you do that." Helga said as I felt myself teleporting away. "I'll see you soon... or later, depending on the time you take..."

I woke up to the alarm clock as I yawned, and smiled as I looked at the calendar! It was Sunday! A great day! Hopefully, Arnold and I can go out together today.

I got out of bed as I got myself ready for the day. I just can't wait!

There's episode one hundred and fifty-six! How was it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!