Hiya everyone! How's it going? I'm doing fine. I hope you like the... wow, it's the twelfth chapter already? Wow. Don't worry, because there's still a lot more to come. And I mean a LOT. I am very excited about this story, and frankly, I'm actually starting to get antsy. I wanna finish it already! I haven't even finished it's written version out yet. STILL! Isn't that just insane?

The random word of the chapter is...blinking bananas!

Please send me some new random words to use. I'm pulling things from what I see combined with what I think about, and it's starting to get annoying.

Disclaimer: Don't make me say it! (Sighs in frustration) I do not own Hey Arnold, nor am I torturing anybody.

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She opened the door and heard her father cry, "Olga! You're late for dinner!"

Almost instantly when she walked in the door, a scowl played on her face. "It's Helga, dad! When are you gonna stop calling me Olga?"

"If you would wear a nametag, we wouldn't keep running into this problem! Where have you been anyway?" Bob said.

Helga then sighed with happiness from memory of what had happened at Arnold's place. "I was over at Arnold's house working on the state project." She said gleefully.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to your little schoolmate's house to work on a project?"

Helga became irritated. "I did tell you, Bob, when I got home from school and again when I left. You never listen!"

"You don't listen to me either!"

"Yes I do! You always blabber on about Olga and how perfect of a daughter she is and how I should be more like Olga! 'Olga' this! 'Olga' that! It's driving me nuts!"

"Excuse me?"

At this point, she was yelling at her father. "Oh, and let's not forget the spelling bee! 'When Olga was up there, she nailed it with that 'l'!' The same lecture, over and over! 'This is how Olga won the spelling bee!' And guess what? I saw the crumpled up check you tried to bribe Arnold with. You didn't even believe in me! You care more about winning, and your stupid beeper imporium, than you do about me! The spelling bee! The parents day games!" She began listing things off.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! That little orphan boy was asking for it!"

"Don't call him that! Even I knew that was going too far! And I've been teasing him for years! Let's face it; when it comes to contests, you'll do anything to win!"

"Now, hold on, little lady!"

"Oh, I'm not done. You've been practically worshiping the ground Olga walks on! And you haven't been giving me so much as a sideways glancesince I was three! Three! What kind of a father neglects his youngest daughter at age three?" By this time, tears were welling up in Helga's eyes. "You never paid any attention to me! You never seemed to care! And when you do actually try, it's because we're in some father-daughter contest and you want to make sure that I try my hardest so you can have another gold medal or trophy in your Olga collection! I'm actually ashamed to call you my dad! Excuse me!"

Tears stinging her eyes, Helga pushed her father aside and ran up the stairs to her room. She slammed her door behind her and crashed into her bed. "It's not fair! It's not fair!" She screamed into her pillow. "Why am I the one stuck with the worst parents in the history of bad parents? He never pays me any attention! He never listens to me! And Miriam's no better! She's always forgetful! Never, ever packs my lunch right! And she drinks so many smoothies! What is up with those things anyway? She drinks them all the time!" She kept punching her pillow out of anger. "I'll bet they wouldn't notice if I left!"

Just then, she got up and went to her closet. She pulled back her curtains of clothing and kneeled before her Arnold shrine.

"I'm so sorry Arnold." She whispered, her head hanging from her shoulders as a tear falls from her cheek. Then she tore a sheet out of the back of her notebook, took out her pen, and began to write.

The next day, Arnold was walking to the bus stop. He couldn't stop thinking about Helga. How all this happened so fast. Her confession. Their newfound friendship. His love for her. All in just a couple weeks. It's amazing.

The bus door swung open and Arnold stepped on and made his way to the seat next to Gerald.

"Hey Arnold." Gerald greeted.

"Hi Gerald." Arnold replied.

"So, did you and Helga get anything done last night on the project?"

Arnold blushed at the memory. "Hardly. We kept chatting off topic. She even made a joke about the state soil and-oh, you should have heard her laugh. It was-"

"Her laugh?" Gerald interrupted, "Arnold, I have heard Helga laugh plenty of times at your expense. Why would I want to hear it again?"

"Because it was different this time, Gerald. It sounded...real. And it was beautiful."

"Arnold, are you trying to make me sick?"

"Sorry Gerald. I just can't stop thinking about her."

"Did you tell her?"

Arnold sighed. "No."

"Why not?"

"I just, couldn't tell her. I don't know what happened. I guess I mentally choked."

"You gotta tell her today, Arnold."

"I know."

When the bus stopped at the school, Arnold noticed something. It seemed strange. When everyone got off, Arnold looked for Phoebe.

"Hey Phoebe?" He said.

"Yes Arnold?" She replied.

"Do you know where Helga is? She wasn't on the bus this morning."

Phoebe suddenly seemed a little nurvous. "Uh, no, Arnold. I haven't seen or heard from her since yesterday. Why do you ask?"

"Just something I noticed, I guess. Thanks."

"No problem Arnold."

They all headed to class with all the other students. The bell rang and Mr. Simmons walked in. He quickly scanned the class.

"Does anyone know where Curly is?" He said.

Sid raised his hand. "Yes Sid?"

"I think he's absent again today."

"Thank you Sid." Mr. Simmons looked down at his board and made a mark on it. Then he looked back up.

"And does anyone know where Helga is today?"

"She wasn't on the bus this morning." Arnold said.

"I'll just mark her down then." He made another mark on his clipboard.

"Okay. Well, good morning class. First, I'd like everyone to take out their school journals and fill at least a page with thoughts. Now, I want you to be as descriptive as possible. Remember, no one will see your writing but me, so be honest."

Everyone took out their notebooks and started writing. When they were done, everyone handed up their notebooks. The lunch bell rang.

"Gerald, I just can't stop thinking about her." Arnold said as they moved through the line.

"I know, I know, Arnold. I get it. You love her."

They picked their trays up and walked to their table.

"It's not just that. I just, can't help but think that something's happened to her. Like she's in danger or something. And I can't shake the feeling."

"Stop worrying, Arnold. I'm sure she's just, I don't know, visiting a sick relative or something. There's nothing to worry about."

"I sure hope you're right, Gerald." Arnold said with a sigh.

Meanwhile, Phoebe was sitting alone at her table, eating and observing Arnold. "Oh, I sure hope Helga's doing okay back home." Phoebe said to herself.

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