A/N: Hey everyone! I know haven't updated in a while, but I was at a crossroad at where i want to take the story, so hopefully this way is the right desicion. Thanks to everyone who has followed and reviewed my fanfiction, and a shout out to Conor Dachisen for reminding me that there's still people out there reading!

Chapter 14

Why were they acting like this?

Helga walked in a few minutes earlier and plopped her self down in the back corner, clearly furious, and Arnold came in a minute later, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and his head was held low.

What happened?

He thought they were starting to become a little better around each other... guess not.

Thankfully Eugene didn't have to deal with women. Too over dramatic sometimes...

He head Helga mumble under her breath as she glared at Arnold across the room, "Sucking his face like a lollipop, my ass."

Wait...Arnold and Helga "sucked face"? But she was dating Wolfgang! He leaned over, "Um...Helga, not to intrude or anything, but did you just say you 'sucked Arnold's face'?"

"No!" she yelled. "There's no way on earth that would ever happen, you moron."

" Oh, okay then. How about we change the subject then?" Eugene asked.

"Good."

"How was your day Helga?" He asked nicely, trying to calm her fumes a little.

"Jusy peachy. Thanks for asking. I mean, basically the whole school thinks I'm a skank, and then the power went out this moring, and nearly scared the shit out of me, and that ass hole over there claims I suck Wolfgang's face like a lollipop."

Oh. So that's what she was talking about. Wolfgang.

"I'm sorry to hear that Helga." He said.

"Yep."

"Ahem." Said a nasally, irritated voice from the front of the class. Mrs. Johnson, who looked more like a plump owl than ever, was staring them down like she had laser beams in her eyes, "Class has started you two. You are interrupting the class and hindering the future drivers of our roads. Please NO TALKING. I want your full attention."

Eugene heard Helga go "pft" and she mumbled under her breath in a mocking tone, "hindering the future drivers of our roads."

The next 45 minutes dragged on. Mrs. Johnson's voice seemed to sound like one of the adults from Charlie Brown, a muffled, "Wah wa wa wah. Wah wa wa wah," and there was a kid in front of Eugene snoring, another kid texting his girlfriend, and he saw Arnold up front and what looked like a regretful face. His brow was crossed, head in one hand which was resting on the beat up desk, and his eyes were glazed over, like he was deep in thought.

Gosh, he's probably thinking about Helga. He looked back at Helga, who looked kind of sad, and she was lost in thought too, her look just as glazed as Arnold's.

Those two live the life of a Soap Opera. Why do they always fight? It's almost like a Taylor Swift song or something... Eugene smiled and sang in his head, Weeeeeeee are never ever ever getting back together... T-Swift was his home girl.

Why can't they just admit they still have feelings for each other? There would be so much less stress in their lives...

Maybe they just like pissing each other of. Maybe they think they are on Reality TV or something, and that's why they like to fight! That would explain a lot...

Eugene glanced at the clock again, which seemed to be ticking slower every time he checked it.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, It was driving him insane. He only had 15 minutes till he got behind the wheel for his first driving session, that was one thing to look forward to. Except he would be stuck in a car with Mrs. Johnson... with Arnold and Helga in the backseat...

He mentally groaned, now he wouldn't even be looking forward to that...

Ms. Johnson stepped in the beat up, dingy car, and turned on the air conditioning, making the air smell of the cigarettes she always smokes in between drives. The first group of kids that had to drive was the blonde brat, the weird headed kid, and the ginger fruit. She didn't know why they scheduled to drive so early... something about play practice maybe? Whatever the reason, she found it to be silly, as if the kids thought their lives were more important than hers. She pulled up to the front of the school, and the bratty blonde girl scowled as she glared at the kid with the funny head. The fruity one stepped toward the door, indicating that he was going to drive first, so Ms. Johnson stepped out of the car, and as she did so, it rocked back and forth with her body weight. She walked around to the other seat, and the other kids filled into the car.

"Okay kid, first things first. Most of it's common sense really, but I'm required to explain this to you by law, so here it goes. First, buckle up, then adjust the seat, then the mirrors. Got it? Good." she said emotionless.

He looked nervous, like most drivers do, "Don't worry, we're just riding around the neighborhoods today. Nothing too hard, I know you're not capable of driving on the road yet." She rolled her eyes at his blindness. "Come on, we've got two other kids who need to drive too. Hurry up." She pulled out a Diet Dr. Paprika and started drinking. It really got hot in these cars with all of the pubescent bodies, with all of their sweat and body odor and whatnot.

The ginger finally was ready to go, and he placed his foot on the accelerator and began to drive.

"Not a bad start." she groaned. Trying to give these new drivers motivation became old quickly. "Okay, turn right at the light, and then continue on Westnedge until you get to Shaver, then make another right."

Eventually they got to the neighborhood for the course they were driving today, and Ms. Johnson heard whispers in the back seat.

"Hey, Helga?" She looked in the rear view mirror and saw the football head trying to talk to the bratty girl. "Can you at least answer me?"

And the blonde girl, who's name must have been Helga, didn't answer. She continued to look out the window mindlessly ignoring the other kid, and she was obviously trying to sit as far away as possible from him.

"Helga? Come on, stop acting like a little kid." he pleaded, "Just let me explain myself."

"Arnold, just leave me alone, God you are so annoying." she snapped back in a whisper.

"Why is it that you two are always the ones talking and not paying any attention? Please be quiet!" she yelled at them through the rear view mirror, then refocused her attention at the young man in the front, "Some friends you have, kid. Turn here. Watch your speed!"

"Yeah, they're something, aren't they?" he answered nervously, knuckles white from clutching the wheel.

"Yes, they don't seem to know how disruptive they are. When I was a child, things were much different. We did as we were told." Ms. Johnson stated very matter of factly.

"Sorry we're not as perfect as you," retorted Helga.

"Yes, I was a perfect child, young lady. I was virtually flawless." She bragged, "I had my attitude adjusted when I was very young," Letting Helga know she was bothered with her attitude, "I was class president, valedictorian, and I was planning on studying History at Stanford. I even used to be a model." She bragged.

"Hmph." Helga groaned, "What happened?"

"Helga..." Arnold whispered.

"What?"

"Excuse me, but that is my business, and none of yours young lady." She frowned and she told the ginger to go back onto the main road so they can start driving down the longer country roads that lead to Idaho. After a few minutes of driving past the cornfields of the Washington countryside, there was a stoplight approaching, and for some reason, Eugene wasn't stopping...

"Young man, put your brake on..."

"I...I can't..."

"What? Put your brake on."

"I can't! It's stuck!" He was practically yelling, and stomping his feet on the pedal every which way. Ms. Johnson tried to slam on her brake, but it was stuck as well.

They were approaching the light at 55 miles an hour, and clearly not slowing down, Ms. Johnson grabbed the wheel and pulled them into a cornfield on the right of them.

Stalks of corn were flying at them, some cracked the windshield, and one of the tires popped as they drove through the bumpy field, all the while the kids were screaming, and then Ms. Johnson felt a strange sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was about to explode. She started sweating and felt dizzy. She felt nauseated, and all the while the car was racing through the corn and the kids were screaming, only making everything worse.

And then suddenly, everything started to fade as her heart was racing and they were screaming.

Everything went black.