Bring Me To Life

Chapter 41: Reminising

CHAPTER 41

REMINISING

All the days of my week

I write the name I dare not speak

The boy with the cornflower hair

My Beloved, and My despair

By: Anonymous

Arnold put his head down for he needed to let go of the deep breath that he was holding, "Helga…." he thought, "I wish I saw this sooner" he whispered painfully

And on the opposite side of the room sat G, whom was slowly sinking down in her chair, unbelieving that she once wrote that, "oh why did I give Mr. Simmons" she thought, "how pathetic"

"Boy Howdy Mr. Simmons, I remember yer reading us that same poem like if it were yesturrrday" said Stinky

"Me too" piped up Harold

"Oh, How I miss her" sniffled Phoebe into Gerald's arms

Mr. Simmons stood in front of the class, "What do you think this poem means?" the class stood quiet for a moment, so he looked around for any signs of a hand "anyone?"

Sid raised his hand "I think it means that someone really likes cornflower"

"Good answer but no" said the man, while laughing nicely at his former student

Harold raised his hand "Does it mean that someone is hongry?"

"no" shook his head Mr. Simmons

"it's about someone who is in love" said a familiar red-haired girl

"Humm yes, but there's more to it" answered Mr. Simmons

"What about you Arnold? what do you think this poem is trying to say?"

"Well" paused the Football-Headed Boy "It's a poem about a girl, a girl who is in love with a boy, she thinks and loves him endlessly, yet he doesn't know, and she is left with longing for she is not ready to tell him"

This was no fun for G, and hearing Arnold's correct reply only made her angry, she sat up and eyed the watch, "For Pete's sakes can time go any slower" she growled out loud

Everyone turned around to see G's face "WHAT!" she yelled, all the other students looked away immediately except for Arnold

Nobody responded so G just sat back down, impatiently waiting for the class to end

Mr. Simmons nervously sat on his desk and pulled out a stack of paper, "I just hope I'm not rushing things" thought the man "Okay, Class I will be passing out a sheet of another poem, I want you all to read into each line and write down something that reminds you of that line"

"Why can't all my teachers be like you Mr. Simmons?" shouted Harold "This work is easy"

Stinky raised his hand

"Yes Stinky" said the Teacher

"Wasn't Helga the one that used to write all them Anonymous poems that you used to read to us in fourth grade?"

"well" he smiled "I can't tell you whom the poems are from, not like if I know anyway" he lied

"I bet all my money that it was Helga who wrote em', I remember how she hid everrry time you read em'" said Stinky

"I know," said Curly "I always knew that she wrote them, especially since Brainy over here tells me everything that happens to him," he said while pointing at him

"Helga had such a big heart" wheezed out Brainy, "she just didn't know how to express it"

"yes…. she is the most beautiful girl that had ever walked this earth," said Arnold softly

"Oh, No, Guys, don't let Arnold get started with the whole Helga thing, he'll keep us here Til' tomorrow morning" said Gerald humorously

"Let him," said Phoebe "I would join him" she said with a weak smile

Rhonda sat there quietly listening to everyone talking about how they missed Helga, No matter how much time had passed she could never forgive herself for what she did, so a month ago she decided to look for Helga with first looking for Olga Pataki, it wasn't so easy but since she had the money it was possible, and now freshly knowing that Helga is missing only made it worse, she wanted to tell Arnold but couldn't, so what did she do? She hired a private investigator to look for Helga, and once she found her, she will give Arnold and everyone the surprise of bringing her back. "I just wish I thought of doing my research seven years ago" she thought to herself

Nadine noticed her best friends gloomy face and patted her in the back for support

"Oh come on" said Harold loudly "It's not entirely your fault Rhonda"

"yeah, it's her parents fault" answered Sid

G tightened her fist angrily; she felt like beating the crap out of everyone in the room "When is this freakin' class going to end" she loud-whispered with pure anger

Phoebe couldn't help but let a tiny smile escape her lips; a normal non-Helga person wouldn't mind this conversation

"I just wish that I could turn back time and be nicer to her" stated Rhonda

"Me Too" Said Harold "I always liked to pick on her, but I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was such a stupid kid"

"You still are" Teased Sid

"Take that back" screamed Harold with a tight fist "or I'll pound ya"

"Alright Alright" laughed nervously the odd-nosed boy "But man, I must admit that all these years haven't been complete without her"

The whole class whispered within themselves and nodded in agreement

"I always pictured all of us girls wearing our Prom Dresses and having a great time, when I was in elementary school" said Lila, "it's ever so disappointing"

Arnold sat there appreciating all of the good things that his friends were saying "You know guys I was talking to Mr. Green about Helga and..."

Phoebe, Gerald, Lila, and Rhonda all looked up at Arnold in horror, Did Arnold know the truth?

"and" continued Arnold, he was debating whether to tell his friends or not, he didn't want to announce something that he wasn't one-hundred percent sure of "and, it's sort of a surprise" He finished with a smile

Phoebe furrowed her eyebrows in confusion "what in the would could Mr. Green have told Arnold about Helga? And why was he smiling? Could it be that G really isn't Helga?"

Meanwhile, as Phoebe had an inner puzzle challenge, along with Gerald, Lila and Rhonda, G couldn't help herself but focused all of her attention to Arnold, remembering how good of a friend Mr. Green was with Big Bob Pataki, "I need to find out what they were talking about"

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