Helga found herself stopping and examining the town more often then she was actually jogging. She would stop to look at all of the store buildings and how they really hadn't changed since she'd been gone, almost as if she had walked back into an old photo of one of her childhood memories. A grin spread across her face, even with all the negative things that's happen over the years she was glad to be back. sucking in a deep breath she forced herself to focus and to sprint the last length of her journey to the baseball field. The heavy drums in her music motivated to keep running when she started to feel the ache in her shins that warned she was going to have shins splits later. Helga slowed her pace down when she could finally see the grass that grew heavily next to the side walk.

She jogged to the pitcher's mound in the center of the field and doubled over to place her hands on her knees. Panting her eyes darted all around the open area " Boy ,they really kept this place up" she whispered to herself. Half expecting that after leaving that the boys would have no interest in keeping the field manicured. Plucking an ear bud from an ear she paused her heavy rock music and she listened to the city sounds. The wind swept by and cooled the sweat that had collected on her skin. Helga felt peace wash over her and she enjoyed the moment.

"Well," a deep husky voice started " hello there"

Helga turned her head in the direction of the voice and her heart nearly stopped.

"My friends and I were wondering what a pretty girl like you was doin in a place like this?" He stated with a toothy grin.

Helga couldn't believe her eyes, the boy in front of her, it was hard to see but there was no doubt that this boy was Harold Berman. He was a little taller than her now, his torso was wide and had muscular arms. If it weren't for the toothy grin she never would have recognized him. " wait," she thought " He doesn't recognize me at all? This should be interesting" She stifled a laugh.

" Ah look Harold she's laughing at the cheezy line you just fed her." A Lanky boy with shoulder length black hair stuffed into a backwards baseball cap yelled out to him

"Why dont ya shut your mouth Sid!" Harold turned to shout to the group of boys behind him

Helga saw the group starting to walk toward the pitcher's mound there was a tall athletic boy with smooth dark skin." Alright, so that may be Gerald" she though, trying to put the pieces back together. A Taller boy, who wore ripped jeans and had tall spiked hair followed close behind. Before she could figure out exactly who was who she spotted the last boy walking up. He had long golden blonde hair, a white shirt and a red flannel wrapped around his hips. Before she could take a look at his face the boy who resembled a grown up version of Gerald stood in her line of vision.

"Excuse me, I am so sorry for my rude friend here. He's never been in the presence of a lady who could be mistaken as someone who would fall for such a distasteful pickup line" Gerald extended his hand to shake Helga's

"Ah, I dont really expect much from people any more" Helga searched into Gerald's Dark brown eyes for any spark of a sign that he remembered who she was. But she wanted to know if this boy was the one from her childhood.." But thanks for the apology," She paused" Gerald."

Gerald blinked and looked taken back by her words, " How did you," He started sounding surprised.

" Lucky guess" Helga interrupted laughing and shook his hand firmly

" That's one hell of a hand shake there miss" Gerald stared at her in shock

" There's a lot of things about me that would surprise you" Helga smirked.

" So Gerald, are you gonna introduce us to your friend? " The blonde boy said smiling stepping toward Helga

Arnold Couldn't help but shake the feeling that he knew this girl in front of him but he couldn't place his finger on where he remembered her from. Arnold had been studying her while she was talking to Gerald. She had pale skin and eyes so blue that it put the sky to shame. She had long legs and toned arms. She had to be some kind of dancer he thought to him. Her long blonde hair was put up in a pony tail.

He noticed the girls eyes widened when he started speaking . It made Arnold feel guilty because he was trying desperately to remember her face. Gerald had glared at Arnold for putting him on the spot since it was obvious that none of the guys knew who she anyone could ask any more question the girls watched started to beep.

" Well boys, it's been fun but I gotta get goin" She put her ear buds back in, gave a small wave and started to run in the direction she came.

"Wait! ya can't leave us without tellin us yer name!" Stinky shouted but it was too late she was already gone.

" Gerald! Who the hell was that babe?!" Harold turned to Gerald who was gapping in the direction of the girl.

" I really have no idea" Gerald was in wonder place a hand to his chin

" Do you think she goes to school with us?" Arnold sounded hopeful.

" if she does I call dibs!" Harold jumped pointing to himself

" No way, there no way you could forget an ass like that" Sid whistled

" Forget about it guys," Gerald shouted " Lets get to playing some baseball."

Arnold could tell it was bothering Gerald. Honestly it was bothering Himself as well. Not only because that girl was beautiful but he just couldn't get over the nagging feeling that he knew her. He saw that all the guys had started to get in position and he jogged over to grab a bat. He shook his head trying to get the memory of her face out of his mind.