Brainy watched as Helga walked down the street, staring down at the sidewalk. It had been another day at P.S 118, where Helga had once again tortured Arnold to hide her true feelings. She had already done a monologue in the janitor's closet, to no one but Brainy's knowledge. He had opened the door and caught her right in the middle of it, holding her locket into the air and circling around. He wheezed, and she had hit him.
It was a ritual. And he loved his part, even though he always had to get new glasses. He just hated to see her so miserable. Why wouldn't she just tell him? Why continue to hurt herself because of him? She knew how Brainy
Helga sat at the booth, slurping her large chocolate shake. She wanted to stay there, as he never came here much. Hopefully, she would be able to avoid him while he's here to visit. It was too painful to see him, as he reminded her of… him.
It had been almost a year since he had left for San Lorenzo, a year since he had broken her heart. She still went to sleep crying from the pain. And why, oh why, would he come to visit? He knew she didn't have feelings for him.
The door to Slausen's Ice Cream opened to reveal a pale young man standing in the door, holding a bag. Inside this bag appeared to be string and lint of various colors, quite
The rain pattered down upon the roofs of houses, lightning screaming across the sky. The brief flash of light illuminated the room of a small girl. This small girl was sitting on her bed, looking out at the rain. However, this girl was not afraid, nor was she looking at the rain in the hope it would stop. She was actually looking out with a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes half-lidded. This girl sighed and fell onto her pink bed, holding a small heart to her chest.
This girl was Helga G. Pataki, and she was living a daydream on this rainy day. She was thinking back to just a few days ago, when the rain was falling and pounding the peninsul
Helga looked out the window of Mighty Pete, the tree swaying slightly in the breeze of the October morning. In fact, it was the morning of October 5. The day Arnold always disappeared for the entire day. On this day, he always spent it sulking in his sorrow about losing his parents. Even away from her. She stared out the window, her hands clenching into fists as she grew more and more frustrated with his self-pity.
"Why can't he move on? He promised to meet me here." Helga's face turned into a scowl as she looked back down the street, hoping to see the figure of her love coming toward their meeting spot. She had promised to make him feel be
Arnold knocked on the door, holding his blue hat in his hand as he waited patiently for his date. The door swung open to reveal Helga G. Pataki in her pink and red dress, her hair flowing behind her head and perfume sprayed heavily on her body. Her face lit up as she widened the door, allowing Arnold to come inside.
Bob and Miriam were standing at the bottom of the stairs holding a camera, which they promptly snapped when Arnold and Helga were looking at each other. The flash blinded them momentarily, and then Arnold held out his hat to Helga.
"As you can see, there isn't anything inside." Helga peeked over and stared inside the small hat,
