The next morning, Helga wakes up to the sun shining through her window. She jumps out of bed and throws on her favorite pair of jeans. She feels different, good different. Her heart does not feel quite as empty as usual. She twirls around her room until finally landing face up on her bed. "Oh heart, why do you betray me like this. How could I possible love anyone but whom my heart belongs. Oh Arnold, why do I not feel affection to the sound of your name, but instead feel it for another. How could the love that I have found ever replace the love that I lost. Ooo"
"Baby sister!" Olga says, knocking on the door. "Breakfast is ready, and remember, Helga, you promised to tell me all about your little project."
"I'll be right OUT, Olga. Criminy. Why can't you just give me some space?" Helga screams hostilely through the door.
"Well you don't have to be so mean about it." Olga cries. "I just want us to be close."
"You're suffocating me!" Helga says as she puts on her shirt and cap.
"I'll see you downstairs baby sister." Olga ignores Helga's remark and decides to just stay chipper.
Helga grabs her shoulder bag out from the corner of the room. She notices that her books are not in it. She suddenly recalls the moments of last night once more. She takes the dress from the side of her bed and she hugs it as if the memories would somehow come back to her. She throws it back on the ground and grabs the books next to it. She throws them in her bag and she walks out. When she gets to the kitchen she sees that Olga has made homemade waffles from scratch. Helga attempts to grab two off of her plate and head out but her sister insists that she stay and eat.
Olga grabs the waffles from Helga's hands and put them on a plate. She then dresses them with tons of strawberries, an excessive amount of syrup, and a mountain of whipped cream. Although it seems extreme, she says, "Nothing but the best for my baby sister."
"Geez, I'm going to get a heart attack before I leave." Helga says as she looks down. "I swear you're trying to kill me."
"Of course not!" Olga says, offended. "I just want you to enjoy breakfast, Helga. So tell me more about this project. When I was in New York there were these gorgeous lights everywhere it was romantic. You couldn't walk a block without seeing an art show or a music store. It was wonderful."
'Yeah, yeah, that's fantastic. We thought we should do our project on homeless people and the hand me downs they have to wear. What can you tell me about that?" Helga says as she watches her sisters face go blank. "OOo? Bad experience?" She takes the last bite of her waffle and stands up from the table. "Well I better get going."
She walks out the front door, grabbing her sweatshirt, and heads to school. On her way she is joined by Phoebe. There was literally no point for Phoebe to drive to school because it was way too close and it was actually a nice day despite the small patches of snow that were melting anyway. "So, Helga, how was your d…plans last night."
"It actually wasn't that bad. He was, I can't even believe that I'm gonna say this, but he was sweet. I guess he owns this little cabin in the park. I never really noticed it before, but sure enough there it was."
"So what are you going to do about… you know… ice cream?" Phoebe knew something that Helga did not, but she was not about to be the person to tell Helga Pataki anything but great news.
"I haven't thought too much about it." Helga lies. "Honestly though. I'm thinking of lying off the ice cream. I mean, its sweet, it looks good but in the end, it's not good for you. Ya know."
"Oh." Phoebe is completely speechless. For many years Phoebe has been keeping Helga's secret and not, just like that, the obsession is over. Did Phoebe believe Helga? Not a bit. "A-are you sure?"
"Yeah, I think it's the best idea." Helga says. There is a moment of silence between the two friends. As soon as the moment is over, they are at school. When Helga walks in she cannot help but to smile, this makes half the school stare at her as she goes to her locker. When she reaches her locker, Rhonda is standing in front of it, waiting for her. "Move it. I have to actually open my locker instead of paying someone else to open it for me."
"Haha. You are so funny." Rhonda says poking Helga in the chest.
"Be careful, princess, you might break a nail." Helga comments, making the group of students surrounding them laugh.
"What is your deal?" Rhonda yells. "I know what you did last night. Don't think that I don't."
"So what? Just because I can get a guy to like me without paying him to, does not mean that you should get jealous."
"Me? Jealous of you? Please. As if." Rhonda rolls her eyes. She leans back against the locker and grins. "I only date boys of high stature and poise. You, however, apparently prefer the misfits and outcasts. Well, Arnold wasn't bad but we all know that he could never like someone as unappealing as you."
"Take that back." Helga says, her hands clenching into tight fists.
"Why should I? Can you blame him? You're a rude nasty little girl with very unattractive features. It's a lose-lose situation. So why exactly did you go for a guy that is way out of your league. Because deep down, you know that Arnold will never, and I mean NEVER, love you back."
Helga lets her anger take over and she punches Rhonda square in the face with Ole Betsy. She opens her locker casually as Rhonda lays on the ground beneath her, completely in shock. Helga fills her bag with everything that she needs for class and closes the locker with a vacant expression. Before walking completely away, Helga stops at Rhonda's head. She leans over and says loud enough for the whole school to hear. "Yes, he was out of my league. But, princess, you're forgetting one thing. I got the boy. The boy that you never had. And that hun, that is exactly what you're jealous about."
Helga walks away with Phoebe walking beside her. The other students cheer, but before Helga is able to get away scotch free, she is stopped by Mr. Simmons (who moved up to the high school some years back) who unfortunately has to usher Ms. Pataki to the principal's office.