Chapter 3
Walk in the Rain
Helga stepped out of the house and into a slight drizzle.
"One of these days I might actually get an umbrella," she mumbled, as she proceeded to walk towards her school. The rain began to give way to a hard downpour, and she was soon completely soaked.
"C-criminy," she shivered, as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"I've got to get to school fast, before I die of ammonia or something," she thought, as she started to speed up, until she was running through the streets. She was just turning the corner when WHAM! She smacked into something and fell on the sidewalk.
"Arnold!"
"Oh, sorry, Helga."
"I-I mean, watch where you're goin', ya little yellow-haired shrimp!"
"Hey, I said I was sorry!" Then he noticed her appearance; her soaked dress clinging to her skin, her hair hanging limp on her shoulders, water streaming down her face. "Hey, Helga, are you okay?"
"W-what are you t-talking about, of c-course I'm okay! Why w-wouldn't I b-be?" she said, shaking from the cold.
"Well, you're soaking wet, and you look really cold," Arnold said, as he put his umbrella over her head.
"Well, I'm n-not, hair boy, and I d-don't need your pity."
"I insist," he said, as he helped her up.
"Well, um, thanks, I guess," she said in surprise. "I-I mean, whatever floats your boat, football head."