3rd POV
Everyone was bustling around in the class. Harold, Sid, and Stinky were putting a fake worm in Mr. Simons's apple. Rhonda had most of the girls-and Curly- crowded around her as she bragged about her new shoes. Phoebe, Gerald, and Nadine were talking about bugs. Arnold, Helga, Lorenzo, and Brainy were arguing over who was going to win the contest. This news would be announced tomorrow in the auditorium. Anyone who Author-Chan forgot was playing Go Fish.
"Good morning 'special' boys and girls,"Mr. Simons entered extra happy.
He sat down, lacing his fingers together. Smiling brightly, he looked at the papers on his desk.
"Now I know our new 'special' student was supposed to arrive a few 'special' days ago, but she's here today! Come on in," he called.
A girl came in, head down, hands in pockets. The only thing visible was once again her chin, which was vibrating.
"Why don't you introduce your 'special' self," he requested.
She turned towards the class, looking up, causing her hood to fall back enough to expose her chattering teeth.
"L-l-leel...,"She stated.
Mr. Simons, although looking proud, encouraged her to say more.
"And where are you from," he asked.
"...The s-south...," she muttered.
Soon enough, she was seated at the very back, ignoring everyone.
"Well class, I'm sure you're excited to know who the 'special' winner is," the balding teacher started.
Time Skip
Arnold stood as the bell rung, signalling recess. He put his notebook in his bag and put his bag in his desk. Being the last one out, he was called onto a specific part of the playground. The new kickball court. They knew kickball and baseball were similar in certain ways, so they'd been playing a lot of it.
"Alright, I'm captain of first team,"Helga started, her eyes glistening with intimidation,"And Tall Hairboy you're captain of the next! We kick fisrt, now start picking!"
Gerald of course picked Arnold. Helga picked Phoebe. Gerald picked Stinky. Helga picked Sid. Gerald picked Nadine. Helga picked Brainy. Gerald picked Rhonda. Helga picked Harold. Gerald picked Lila. Helga picked Joey. This chain kept going until there were two people left.
"Sheena and Leel, you're our coaches. Go on and do your stuff," Helga barked.
Everyone got into position. Gerald stood in center, rolling the ball. Helga kicked it in the air and took off. She made it to second base before Arnold tossed Gerald the ball. Phoebe was next to play. She studied the ball as it rolled and kicked it over Gerald's head and out of his reach. She dashed to third as Helga made it to home base. Arnold, wanting to congratulate her, gave her two thumbs up. She blushed before sticking her tongue out.
"That's two for Helga," Sheena spoke.
Helga saw Phoebe bounce a bit, excited about her victory. Sid kicked the ball almost backwards. He ran as it plunked Eugene on the head hard enough to make him pass out. Sheena blew a whistle that she pulled out of hammerspace.
The bell rung again. It was now lunch, or the nurse's station for Eugene. Sheena, Lila, and Nadine helped him there. Everyone else went to the cafeteria, used to this.
"He's okay," Gerald told Sid, who was freaking out.
They sat at their usual tables. A lot of them were still arguing over the winner. All except Harold, who was eating. Sometimes, the gang doesn't know what to do with him.
Next thing they knew, a foot was on their table. Curly stood tall, smiling bright, head tilted up.
"I have news from the Underground!!!"
"Here we go," someone sighed.
"The winner will be picked in a few minutes! And he's in our class," he yelled.
Helga opened her mouth to claim that they were partnered. Before a sound could leave her lips, the announcer rang loud.
"All students, staff, and faculty to the auditorium," Principal Wartz (Warts?) called.
The fifth graders exchanged looks, and raced to be there. A few glares and hall moniters later, they had been stopped. Forces, am I right? They continued their stampede all the way to their seats, and the judging began.
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