Hey guys, sorry for the long wait!! I had very severe writers block. This chapter isn't leading up to much, but this fanfic has an actual plot, I promise!!
"Helga? Helga, honey are you okay?"
Jumping up on the medical examination bed , she shook her head and realized that she had dazed off as the school nurse had just finished bandaging up her ankle.
"What!? Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine," she responded quickly.
Well, you need to learn to play less rough, missy. Especially on your first day of school!" Sheena's aunt told her as nicely but as matter-of-factly as she usually told her things.
"WHAT?! But it wasn't-" Helga started, beginning to get very, very annoyed.
"Now, if you don't have a p.e uniform with you, I can get one from the gym teacher since you won't want to wear those damp and dirty clothes all day. Meanwhile, I can put those clothes in the dryer for you."
"Are you joking me? I can't wear a p.e uniform on the first day of school," Helga folded her arms.
"Well I'm sorry Helga, but it's against the school code to wear torn clothes caked in mud. I'm afraid there's really no other option..." the nurse tried reasoning with Helga.
"Oh, no. There is no way I'm going to wear a p.e uniform to class..."
Helga clenched her small fists and stood outside room number 126.
"I can't BELIEVE I'm wearing a p.e uniform to the first day of class. Can this day get any worse?" In one hand she held a notebook and a pen and pencil the nurse had given her, and in the other, a small piece of paper excusing the fact that she was tardy. She closed her eyes and pushed open the door.
Refusing to look at the students (she stared from peripheral vision; and could feel her face flush when she was barely able to make out Arnold's hair from the back fo the classroom) she quickly handed the pink slip to her new teacher; Mr. Frank. Instantly, there was a shuffling of feet going through the class and students began to whisper quietly to one another.
"You must be Helga Pitaki, thanks for showing up"
he answered in a slow, monotone voice. Helga wished he would just let her sit down in her seat. Then she realized she didn't know where she was supposed to sit.
"We're just going over some rules, so just have a seat right..." Mr. Frank pulled out a clipboard and traced his finger along the piece of paper.
"There." He pointed to a seat in the back row. It was the only empty seat in the classroom, and it was also a desk next to none other then-Arnold. His hands were folded on his open notebook and he gave her a small welcoming smile.
Before she could feel her ears turn warm she quickly walked back to the seat. She wanted to sit next to him as soon as she could; and she wanted all the attention off her as soon as possible.
"Wait, ma'am. You need to have this syllabus signed and bought back to me on Friday. If you turn it in tommorrow you get extra credit," Mr. Frank held up a yellow sheet of paper in her direction. A few students giggled.
Clenching her teeth, Helga quickly took the paper from him and sat back down in her seat.
As Mr. Frank continued on with his lecture, Helga breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hi again," Arnold whispered next to her. Helga wanted to melt. Instead she clenched her fist on her desk. Harold was snoring next to her.
Helga ignored Arnold and rolled her eyes, letting out a groan of annoyance.
"Okay class. The other teachers and Mr. Wartz have decided to entertain a new program called "RIC." R-I-C stands for Reading is Cool. The point we are trying to get across is that by reading, you can better broaden your mind and open up even more doors to creativity and intelligence."
Crickets chirped.
"So starting next week you all will be assigned a reading buddy from the 3rd grade. You will act as role model and help to motivate. A "big-brother big-sister" type of project, if you will."
The class groaned.
Helga crumpled up a piece of paper. "Great. Why don't I just gouge my eye out with a pencil?" she mumbled.
"Did you say something, Miss Pitaki?" Mr. Frank lowered an eyebrow.
"No sir. Nothing at all." She quickly replied with a tint of sarcasm.
"Good. Now if it's alright with you I'd like to go on with today's lesson?"
Helga sank in her chair.
"I'd really rather not get into this again, Pheebs . It's bad enough I had to humiliate myself in front of the entire class right after it," Helga took a swig of her Yahoo soda.
"Oh, sorry Helga. Anyway, you didn't miss much. He just talked about the rules. General first day stuff," Phoebe replied.
"Figures . That teacher is worse then what's his face, Simmons," Helga began, fishing for something to complain about. "And I can't believe that damned project he wants us to do!" Helga blurted. Over the summer she began to pick up some of her father's language and actually took a bit of enjoyment in using them. Sometimes she did it purposely but mostly only when she was very upset. Of course Phoebe had told her not to do it and didn't like it when she did.
"Helga..." Phoebe started, lowering her eyebrows.
"I mean seriously, what a load of-" before Helga could say another word, she felt a tray of warm, moist potatoes smash into her face. She was so shocked she didn't say anything. She heard Phoebe gasp as she began to wipe the gooey mess off of her face and shoulders. It wasn't just potatoes, she also f found peas and carrots in the mixture as well as what felt to be milk.
She was now furious beyond words that she couldn't find. Spitting out the potatoes and wiping her eyes with the napkin that Phoebe had given to her, she opened her eye.
"Who. Did. This?" She spat. The cafeteria was silent and every student in it was afraid to look her in the eye. She saw the double doors of the cafeteria slam shut and a foot scamper out from behind them. She stood up so quickly she knocked over her chair and ran as fast as she could through the doors.
She saw Sid, Stinky and Harold sprinting down the hallway.
"I'm going to get you! Every single one of you! When I get me hands on you!" Helga screamed as she began panting.
"H-Harold done thrown that tray atcha Helga! I swear it!!" Stinky called, turning his head just a little bit.
"Nuh uh! That was all you!"
They all three began shoving each other, then there was an intersection in the hallway. Harold kept going straight, Sid turned left, and Stinky turned right. Not taking any chances, Helga ran towards Harold. She knew Sid and Stinky would never do a thing like that on their own. Her emotions had bottled up so much there was a sudden burst of energy as she wrapped her her arm in a headlock around Harold and pushed him to the ground. She pinned him down as she sat on him and just as she began to swing at him, she felt a hand touching her elbow.
"Miss Pitaki, please come with me."
It was Mr. Frank. He looked very annoyed. And standing behind him was a large crowd of her classmates including Arnold. They made eye contact for a brief moment."Arnold! I mean.
he started it! He-"
"What seems to be the problem?" It was Mr. Wartz
.
"Miss Pitaki!" he started. "It's the first day of school what on EARTH do you think you are doing! Get off Mr.Berman right this instance!"
Harold was so terrified he looked as if he might pee himself.
Helga's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. She stood up. Her hair was matted with potatoes and parts of her shirt stuck to her skin. She sighed. Why fight it? she thought to herself. She glared at Harold and gave him a "I'll get you later" look. Harold scampered away.
"Miss Pitaki I think you should go home and clean-up. Today isn't a very good day for you," Mr. Frank said. "I'm going to call your parents and I hope you can sort some issues out."
Standing being Mr. Frank was Arnold. She thought her eyes were deceiving her when she saw what she thought was a bit of sympathy in his eyes.
"I think that's quite a fine idea. I really do hope today does not reflect your final year at P.S 118 Miss Pit-oky."
She was already furious beyond belief, but Mr.Wartz' mispronunciation of her name just made it just a thousand times more unbearable.
What do you guys think? Am I using way too much detail? I was afraid this chapter is a lot longer then it should have been. Thanks!!