CHAPTER 8: SHE'S CRAZY

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your reviews! Also, I'm not the best at writing Helga's monologues.

Another note: I'm thinking about only having 10 chapters to this story, but who knows? It depends how I want to develop the plot.

Climbing up a tree is no small feat. Arnold climbed and climbed until he saw a safe branch to grab onto. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed onto a branch. With all his might, he pulled himself up. Positioning himself so that he could sit on the tree branch, Arnold looked intently through the window. To his shock, he saw Helga writing in what he assumed to be another book of poems.

"Oh Arnold, what will you do now that I have told you the truth? The truth about me. Alas, me and my actions."

Arnold watched as Helga twirled around her bedroom.

"You are the center of my miserable little life. What will happen if you are taken away from me? I know I can be very passionate, but how else can I be when you are the only thing that matters in my life?"

Helga paused and looked around her room. Arnold began to wonder if he was about to get caught. With one last suspicious look she disappeared into her closet. Her closet? Arnold thought. Why'd she go in there for? Looking down below, Arnold began to think about climbing down. However, he heard Helga's bedroom door open.

"Helga, aren't you going to eat any dinner?" Miriam asked.

The closet door opened and Helga re-emerged.

"Miriam, you didn't make any dinner…and besides that its 9:00 in the morning!"

"Oh that's right. Well…little lady, how's about you and I whip up a breakfast for B? Whadda ya say?"

Helga sighed and narrowed her eyes. Whipping up a breakfast for Bob would only cause a kitchen disaster, and besides that…he had already gone to work.

"Sure Miriam," Helga said following her mom out the door.

Arnold began to lose his grip on the tree. As he sat on the branch, it felt like it was going to give way. There was only one thing to do. Arnold quickly moved along across the branch and grabbed onto Helga's window ledge. Rapidly right when the branch snapped, he climbed right into Helga's bedroom. He was relieved to escape, but his relief didn't last long once he realized he was in his girlfriend's bedroom.

"Hold on Miriam I gotta grab something from my room!" Arnold heard Helga yell.

HELGA! What I am going to do? She'll kill me if she finds me in here! Arnold thought.

Panicking, he hid in the only place he could think of: the closet. Helga entered the bedroom and grabbed the book she was writing in off her bed. Then she held it close to her heart as she exited her private quarters. If she had only knew that hiding behind her closet door was none other than Arnold. A light clicking sound occurred as Arnold turned on the closet light. Nothing seemed unusual. It looked like a regular closet: just a rack of clothes and shoes. But Arnold could see another light coming from behind Helga's outfits. He separated the clothes and lo and behold: a statue gleamed forth. The closer Arnold got to the statue the more he realized exactly who the statue was. It was him! Helga had actually constructed a shrine out of household objects to look like his head. He put a hand to his forehead as the dizzy sensation started taking hold of him all over again. The statue was similar to the one that he had seen in San Lorenzo. The Green-Eyes worshipped him in a similar way, and from the looks of it…Helga worshipped him to.

"This can't be happening," Arnold said aloud. "She's…she's…crazy!"

Now more than ever, Arnold wanted to escape the tight space and un-see what he had just witnessed. Quickly, he pushed past the coats, shoes, other items, and grabbed the closet doorknob. Pushing it open, he fell to the floor with a loud thud. Red sneakers were across the floor from him. Not only that but the sneakers had legs, the legs had a body, and the body had a face. There in the bedroom was…Helga G. Pataki.

"ARNOLD!" She said her face growing red. "What are you doing in my closet?!"

Arnold rubbed his head as he stood up. His face was also growing red.

"Helga, we need to talk."

"Well, I should say so football head!"