This is the last chapter, so the story is now complete. Thank you all of my reviewers, followers, and favorites
"-and with this ribbon, I declare this program officially open!". I used these HUGE scissors to cut a large pink ribbon that surrounded the small one-story building. Everyone is clapping for me in approval, and even though it's only the employees, my husband, and the tax collector, I still feel like I did something right.
It just warms my heart to know that someone gives a crap.
"You know, this project is probably going to help a lot of girls all over the nation." A man says behind my back. I turn to find my faithful hero who returned from his adventures in the senior year of college. His smile just made my day even brighter, which is a surprise because it was literally in the low 100's without a cloud in this god-forsaken sky. The people around us begin to leave for a savior shade.
"Yeah, Helga." My trustee since three exclaimed. I'm proud of Phoebe for becoming a chemist and all, but geez, does she ALWAYS have to wear that thick white coat? "Who though that you're book would become this?"
"Phoebe's you can cut the coat. We're not in a lab and I don't want to hurt a certain someone because another someone got a heat stroke." I said with a smirk. A dark arm found it's way around her waist and she began to blush. "Look, it's already happening!"
"We both know that I could kick you're a-butt, any day of the week, Pataki!" Gerald played, poking an accusing finger at me.
"First of all-" a new voice says from behind us. We move to reveal the infamous and famous Cynthia Vortex. "I believe the politically correct term is now 'Shortman'."
"And second." Angelica and Cindy must have dramatic or sudden openings, don't they? "I know you wouldn't hit a pregnant woman. Especially when we could easily gang up on you."
"Thing One and Thing Two. You missed the ceremony." I said bluntly, although smirking while rubbing my seven month round belly.
"I always knew witches traveled in packs." Gerald muttered. We all playfully glared at him and his antics.
"And I always thought a top radio hosts would have some sense of style, but I guess you proved us all wrong!" Angelica stated.
"Don't make me bring out the water bucket."
"Go ahead. It's the only thing you can look at that won't break."
"Alright you two!" Phoebe stopped them. They were probably going to attack each other if it kept rolling like it usually does, and it get's hilarious. Angelica never liked Gerald because he dated her best friend for a week before they found him cheating on her with Phoebe. Both women punished him and although she doesn't like him or what he did, she couldn't help but enjoy Phoebe's company. "Let's not do something we'll regret in the future."
"Sure Phoebe's, now you say that." For a second, I could see fear in her eyes as to what she thinks I'm talking about. "I mean they were already going at it."
"Oh Helga." She said tiredly, although that little sigh of relief didn't get past me.
"Let's get something to eat, I'm hungry." I say.
"You're always hungry, Helga." Arnold claims. Oh, he wants to go there? I can have fun.
"Wha'cha try'n to say, Football Head?"
"I-I'm just stating an observation that's all." I smirk at the nervous quiver of his voice.
"So your observation is saying I've gained a few?" Silence as we walk into the restaurant. We sit down and everyone is watching as he rubs his nape (the back of your neck) Then he sucks on his teeth before looking me in the eye with his bowed head.
"Well…"
"Hello, my name is Marylin and I'll be your waitress for today. Is there anything you'd like?" the waitress said in a not-so cheery voice. I could tell by everyone's expression that she just saved them from our wrath (mini person pressing down on my bladder included)
"Some water please. And one of those entrée platters the everyone else in the restaurant has. Thank you very much." Cindy says and pushes her waitress away. An awkward bet tense silence elopes us before someone cleared their throat.
"Anyway," Cindy interjected. "The faculty wouldn't let me out of the meeting until the new suggestions were spoken out and voted upon."
"So what new is going to happen?"
"We are now going to have White Cherry slushies in the break room!" Cindy and Phoebe cheered while we just watched them.
"Well while you guys were taking hours deciding on ice flavors," Angelica stated, "I had a hair appointment with the one and only Rhonda Wellington Gamelthorpe! She was so nice!"
Phoebe and I looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. I knew this day would come eventually, and everyone's confusion just made it better.
"Why are you laughing? Just because you don't know her-"
"Don't know her?" I said between breaths. "Phoebe's, you getting' this? She thinks we don't know her!" and we continued laughing. Arnold and Gerald joined us some time after we began. Cindy and Angelica kept looking as confused as always until realization hit Cin and she just nodded in agreement.
"Do you know what they're talking about?!" she asked Cindy.
"Look here S. S., We" I motioned to Gerald, Phoebe, myself, and Arnold," have known princess Rhonda since we were in diapers. We went to the same classes until sixth grade, and the same schools until college." I thought she would think it was funny or a joke.
But we were far wrong.
"You knew about one of the trendiest, richest, and most influential fashionista in the world and you never told me?!" Oh dang, she's mad!
"Well you never asked."
She sat even lower in her seat and attempted to glare a whole into my head. "You're lucky you're pregnant."
"Whatever."
"Here's your drinks," The waitress came and placed down our drinks, "and we have a nacho platter." And she rest the basket down. "Now do you know what you want to order? "
We were walking home in the warm summer night with the stars shining brightly above us. Chuckie had left to help her husband with the kids and Cindy left because another one of her husband's experiments went loose. Do you know how hard it is not to laugh at a runaway memory projector that revealed the most embarrassing of memories towards whoever touched it? Someone was jumping on a trampoline when a football hit him in the head while he was in the air and the boy fell on the net, successfully flipping the whole thing to land on top of him. Oh, it was a riot!
We were all laughing right now, talking and conversing down the roads of silent Church Hill. I agreed to move somewhere close if Arnold agreed to leave Hillwood. Sure we visit a lot of times, but I don't want stay there too long.
"I really hope you do good with your clients Helga." Phoebe said.
"Yeah. The first one is a blonde girl named Samantha Puckett." I respond.
"Well how is she like? " Arnold asks
"So far she's very independent, loves all meat, and has a meat cooker in her high school locker."
"That girl really loves meat." Gerald said. We all laugh at that, although I don't know why. It wasn't even funny. I guess were either comfortable with each other or in one of those horribly cliché storybook stories.
"Well" Gerald says as he and Phoebe walk up their stoop. "Goodnight! Thanks for the night out."
"Yes,. And again, congragulations, Helga." Phoebe said.
"Thanks. Have a good night!" I said as me and Arnold went walking down to our house. I love nights like this, when it seems like the whole town is ours. The streets were sounding of the nearby woods and little creatures with their noises. My slender hand in his calloused one as we slowly walked to our house.
"You know," Arnold says, turning towards me, "I am proud of you."
"Why?"
"You haven't used one curse word in this whole story."
"It's a rated K story! No curse words allowed!"
"Yeah, your right."
"Plus I read the rules, and I don't know about that disclaimer. I mean, there's nothing in there about doing something to make sure people know you're not Craig Bartlette."
"It's called Fan Fiction for a reason!"
"Exactly." We made it to the house and walked in. After that we stayed up and watched a movie until 1am. I wasn't sleepy and by the looks of it, neither was my husband. I was about to ask him if he wanted to read with me, but something earlier withing this chapter caught my attention.
"Hey Arnold?" I said.
"Yeah?" he said turning his head towards me.
"You thought I was fat, didn't you?"
I will be staring a Jungle Movies adventure like no other, so look out of that. Yet again, the summertime brings lots of storms my way, so I have to be careful uploading this on another's computer. Thanks for giving my story a chance. I means something...