First of all, I'm sorry for the delay in writing, but I lacked inspiration, you know how it goes. Anyway, here it is, then next chapter in my Hey Arnold! universe!

Ridicule

I can't believe she would do that!Me, her own flesh and blood. She just told everyone.

I sat at my lunch table in the south corner of the lunch room, trying to hide from sight. and mulling over the events of that morning. Brigitta had told my secret. I needed a method of payback.

"Hey look, it's Sly the crazy guy!" Shouted the school's resident 'tough guy', Sam Z. No one knows what the Z stands for, and no one ever asked.

"Hey man, leave him alone!" Shouted Tanner to try and defend me. All he was doing was making it worse. 'Always ignore them', that's what Dad always says, and I agree, but man, sometimes I want to really, um, tell someone else to go punch Sam Z. right in his oversized face. Then I can sit in enjoyment, and watch the show commence.

The only kid to ever get the better of Sam Z was Carl T. Is this just a thing for bullies to only use their last initial? He was the real tough guy. I didn't even put quotations around that, because if I tried he would probably break them right of the screen! When they fought last trimester, it was the battle of the ages. We're talking some WrestleMania action here. It was brutal. Children cried, women fainted, men cheered and cringed, and in the end, Carl T. was the winner.

Then he got suspended. Not for the fight, but for breaking ten chairs during the match. Anyways, where was I? Oh right, the lunch room.

"What? Let the crazy man defend himself!" Sam Z suddenly walked in my direction. "What, are you gonna back away scared?" I got up, and threw away my garbage, and started heading back to class. "What? Are you gonna act like the pussy cat you are?"

Oh, that did it. I hate when people compare me the Sylvester the cat. I really hate it.

"Listen here Sam. No one ever calls me a cat." I stated as I turned to face him.

"Yeah, well what are you gonna do about it, little puddy tat?" Oh, he was asking for it, but I knew if I fought him, I would be the one to get into trouble. I turned back around, feeling ashamed of my lack of courage. "Yeah, running away again. Like I always thought nothing but a big puddy tat!"

A little while longer, school was finally let out. I waited for Brigitta, and when she arrived we set off home.

"So, how was your day?" I asked her.

"My day was great. We drew pictures, I drew an elephant by a tree. Then we sang some songs because Joey brought in his guitar. Then we wrote some new words in our writing book. Look, there's the word you taught me." She lifted up the book to show me the word Psychologist written in the teachers hand writing then Brigitta's writing right next to it.

"Cool." I said, only half interested in anything she had to say.

"Why didn't you answer my friend's questions?" She suddenly asked.

"What?" I wasn't paying attention to her, more focused on my failed challenge with Sam Z.

"Why didn't you answer my friend's questions? You know, from this morning." She said with such innocence that I couldn't bear.

"Why didn't I answer your friend's questions? I'll tell you why Brigitta." I could feel the anger rising in me, trying to escape through my stressed hot red cheeks, but I wouldn't stop. This was my mother's side coming out, and my Dad filter was out.

"Because most people who see a psychologist usually want to keep their visits private and unknown to many people. Then you come in, and say 'hey everybody, guess what, my brother is a crazy person with mental problems', then all these little kids run around me, and pester me with their stupid questions. In the meantime, I am made the fool, and am completely humiliated, by my own sister none the less! You had no right to tell the whole school about my life! It's my life, my secrets, and I get to tell them! Not you!"

I had said all this in a blind rage. My fury was uncontrollable, and my eyes were made the fools of the other senses. When I snapped back to reality, I could see Brigitta with tears in her eyes and streaming down her face. She was sobbing, not loudly, but softly.

Oh my God, what have I done? I got down on my knees and hugged her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me." I said in a soft voice.

I could feel her little body cry in my arms. I could feel her tears wet my jacket, but I didn't mind, it was my fault for her crying, I will take the brunt.

"I didn't know." She managed to say in between sobs.

"I know you didn't. It's not your fault. Come on, I'll get you some ice cream."

"With chocolate fudge?"

"Just how you like it." She suddenly pirked up.

"Okay. Let's go!" She stated walking back in the direction of the ice cream parlor.

Wow, that did not take much convincing.