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
TTWD: EpilogueThe locker door slammed shut in Helga's face as she turned to find Rhonda with a devious smile on her face. "Have a nice Spring Break, Helga?"
"Fine," she curtly replied as she turned to reopen her locker in an attempt to ignore Rhonda.
"Well, we certainly enjoyed your antics at the party last week," Rhonda said, with a derisive snort. Helga's face flushed a little, but she managed to remain stoic as she rummaged in her locker and pulled out various textbooks. "You definitely gave us quite a show," baited Rhonda.
"Hope you enjoyed it, because I know exactly what happened," Helga haughtily responded while banging her locker shut. A small laugh escaped Rhonda.
"And to think you did it all in front of Arnold! Oh what he must think of you know." Rhonda let out another tinkling laugh while Helga's face flushed even more. Next thing Helga knew, she felt a pair of lips crashing against her's as a pair of arms enveloped her body. A loud gasp that surely came from Rhonda met Helga's ears as she
TTWD: Collide"I guess I should start at the beginning," started Arnold nervously as he slightly tugged at his shirt collar.
"That would be a wonderful place, genius," Helga snidely remarked with a smirk.
"You remember me going to go get a drink right?" Helga nodded at this. "After I got my water, I came back and found you in the middle of a drinking match with Harold. It wasn't until I saw him throw his shot back on the floor that I really got mad and-"
"WHAT?! HE CHEATED?! WHY THAT SLIMY LITTLE-" she slammed her fist down on the table and scowled. Arnold winced at this, but managed to continue on.
"Yes, he was cheating and I'm sure you'll make him pay for it. Once I saw that, I forced my way through the crowd and confronted Rhonda and Harold. You were pretty much drunk at that point as you were trying to pull me out to dance. After you fell, I knelt down to help you up and, you uh well you kissed me." He looked over at her to try and gage her reaction to this. Surprisingly, she seemed fa
TTWD: Morning ConversationsAs soon as Helga was sure that Arnold had reached the bottom of the stairs, she leapt across his room to his desk and snatched her phone out of her clutch. With anxious fingers she hastily dialed and tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for her call to be picked up. "H-hello?" said a weary voice on the other end.
"Phoebe! Criminy, you have GOT to help me out here!"
"Helga? Oh Helga! I was so worried about you! Are you all right? How are you feeling? Is everything okay?" Phoebe asked in a worried, slightly high-pitched voice.
"I'm fine except for the fact that I just woke up in ARNOLD'S ROOM! Oh and we slept in the SAME BED! Oh and now he's making us breakfast! What the heck is going on, Phoebe?!"
"Well, what do you remember from last night?" Phoebe timidly asked.
"Uh, well I remember taking several shots in an effort to show that blowhard Harold that I could handle my liquor better than him. The rest of the night after about the fourth shot is pretty much a blur. Like, I remember
TTWD: Rude Awakenings"AGGHHHHH!!" Arnold sat bolt up right on his couch and immediately looked in the direction that the tormented shout had emanated from. Sitting up in the bed clenching her stomach was Helga with an anguished look on her face. Immediately he rushed over to her and sat upon the bed.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a mildly panicky voice.
"My stomach! Ughhh! I'm so nauseated and my stomach feels like a thousand sharp knives are penetrating it! Criminy, just cut out my stomach right now! I'M BEGGING YOU!" Again she screamed out in pain and grabbed onto Arnold's shirt collar for support. He gently took her hands off of him and dashed out of his room, in search of something, anything, to calm her stomach down.
It wasn't long before he was rushing back into his room with a small medicinal cup filled with a pink liquid. He shoved it into her hand and sternly said, "Drink this. It'll help." Helga downed the liquid as quickly as she could, then slammed the cup down on the shelf next to the bed. She c