Autumn Leaves: Get It TogetherThe next day at school, Arnold placed Helga's photo album upon her desk as she glared at him leeringly. He shuddered as she snatched it and quickly stuffed it in her school bag. Throughout the entire school day he suffered silently through an increased amount of spitballs from his personal bully. It wasn't until lunch time that he got the chance to speak with her.
In the cafeteria, he strode up to her in the lunch line while brushing out the last few spitballs from his hair. Once he reached Helga, she greeted him with a cold glare before holding out her tray for a scoop of mashed potatoes. "Look I'm sorry about last night, can we just put it behind us and move on?" he asked in a meek voice as he grabbed a tray of his own. Helga glanced over at him and tersely shook her head.
"You went through my private photos without permission. What if there was something truly embarrassing in there? How would you feel if I went through your personal things, hm?" She acidly shot back as she snagged t
A Christmas SurpriseA light breeze ruffled her blonde hair as snow flurried around her while she sat on the front stoop of her home with her head resting on the palms of her hands. Even though it was Christmas morning, Helga was feeling incredibly glum. Last year's Christmas had been incredible, what with her receiving the amazing gift of Nancy Spumoni snow boots from Miriam only to turn around and give them up in order to reunite Mr. Hyunh with his daughter, Mai. All of that to preserve her beloved Arnold's optimism and belief in miracles. She inhaled deeply as she recalled how peaceful and happy she felt, and how she had finally realized that loving someone means sometimes putting them before yourself.
However this Christmas was very different. Miriam had stumbled down the stairs early in the morning and proceeded to get intoxicated with an eggnog cocktail of some sort while her father had taken off to go spend Christmas with her older sister, Olga, and her new fiancé, Tristan. She snorted in amuse
You're Not AloneHelga slumped down on to the couch in the family living room and curled her arms around her knees, burying her face into her legs. She tried to keep the tears at bay, but it was no use. Letting out a muffled sob, the tears flowed freely from her deep blue eyes and streamed down her cheeks as the setting sun bathed the room in an effervescent glow. Her parents had abruptly left to go see her sister in Germany, leaving her behind in the house all alone and her best friend, Phoebe, had been too busy with her various clubs and classes to spend any time with her.
She had actually just gotten off the phone with Phoebe not too long ago. "Phoebe? Did you want to hang out tonight? We could watch a movie or something."
"Helga, I'm sorry, but you know how busy I am. I have three papers to write, a chess club agenda to draft for tomorrow's meeting, and cello practice to attend to."
"Oh," Helga had dejectedly said. "Well, don't worry about it."
"We'll hang out together again, eventually," sighed Ph
Autumn Leaves: PatienceIt took Arnold several pages to reach the first photos of Helga. The first half of the album seemed to be primarily taken up by photos of Olga as a young girl and all of her many achievements. Once he finally landed on a page containing photos of Helga, he smiled to himself as he saw her innocent baby face. His smile faded though once he saw that the next photo was of her several years later in her ballet outfit on her tip toes. "Weird," he thought to himself as his eyes jumped over to the next page to find two family photos. Arnold found it unusual how there were only two photos of a younger Helga when there were numerous baby pictures of Olga.
As he looked at the two family photos, he realized how unhappy Helga appeared standing off to the side with a scowl from the rest of her grinning family. Flipping through the remainder of the album only showed pictures of a now adult Olga with a scowling Helga either beside her or in the background. Once he reached the end of the album, he slam
Autumn Leaves: Sowing SeedsArnold stood nervously outside of PS 118 as a cool breeze billowed through his cornflower yellow hair. The bell had rung nearly two minutes ago and Helga was still nowhere in sight. Had she forgotten that they were supposed to walk together to his house to work on the project? He began to think that she had and started to head over to his home himself, however he was brashly knocked over by a flurry of pink and white.
"Watch where you're going, football head!" screeched Helga as she dusted herself off and collected her belongings that were now strewn around the sidewalk.
"Uh, sorry Helga. Didn't see you coming," Arnold said with a shrug. He helped Helga gather the rest of her things before offering his hand to her to help her up. For a split second it looked as though Helga was going to accept his help, however she quickly swiped his hand away as she leapt up with a scowl. "Ready to go?"
"Lead the way, Arnoldo," she grumbled while shifting her backpack on to her shoulders. For the firs
Autumn Leaves: Falling Leaves"All right class! Settle down, settle down! I have a very special announcement to make." Mr. Simmons grinned at the sea of fifth grade faces that begrudgingly turned towards him. One pudgy looking boy let out a load groan whilst a girl in pig tails and a pink dress simply rolled her eyes and mumbled an insult about the boy. Their teacher kept his cool as he continued to smile at them and wait patiently for them to finish shifting around in their seats. "Since it's the start of a fantastic new school year and I have been blessed with being your teacher again, I thought it'd be fun to start off the year with a special project!"
The class erupted into a fit of groans and a few heads slamming against desks. This was definitely not the way that they wanted to start their year off. "Now come on class! Let's get into the spirit of school! I promise you it's a fun project!"
"Aw come off it, Simmons! A project?! Criminy, we just got back from summer break!" Helga leaned back into her chair with