Hey Arnold:Searching Through San Lorenzo

Departure

No Pov

Arnold stared out his skylight. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright. He was drifting off, hard as his excitement made it. His eyelids were drooping like sandbags. He didn't want to sleep, but that's what he's doing. You see, Arnold had won the contest, he had packed his bags, and tomorrow, he leaves.

The football headed boy rolled onto his side and drifted off.

Helga Pataki sat atop her bed. She was scribbling away in her 85th pink notebook of the month. She would be smiling in content, but she was extremely concentrated. She blinked, but accidentally let her eyes close for several seconds. Her book fell, hitting her foot, waking her up. She scowled and grabbed it. She went back to-

"OLGA, TURN THAT LIGHT OFF!!! YOU'RE NOT PAYING THE BILLS," Bob screamed from the hall.

"Yes, Bob," Helga sarcastically sang back.

She stood and flipped off her pink lights. She opened her curtains and laid in bed. Her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around those. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"Hey, Arnold. Hey, Arnold. He-"

Arnold shut his alarm off. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Opening them, he could slightly see something black.

Once his vision cleared, he realized that it was a suitcase. The smile he fell asleep with returned as he raced to start his morning.

Small bathroom(School) break.

And we return

Arnold dashed downstairs, suitcase in hand. He jumped into the bathroom, skidding to a stop. He whipped his toothbrush out the cup and made sure to brush them extra good. After that, he began to undress. He hopped in the shower, doing all that stuff. He got out, dried off, and gelled his hair back.

Dashing into his room to dress, he had one goal in mind.

To find his parents.

Helga sat up, already irritated. Even though she slept good, it felt like three minutes. She kicked her legs out of bed, seeing as she accidentally tossed her covers off, and began to trudge around. She grabbed a change of clothes, her locket, and headed to the bathroom. Her eyes had bags on bags as she prepared for the day. She washed her face, brushed her hair, and all bathroom smell good stuff.

She walked out, walking downstairs. Once she made it to the bottom, she yelp in surprise as she fell. She had forgotten that Bob and Miriam left the house, and would be gone for the duration of her trip. Miriam had left her bag in front of the stairs, inconsiderately.

"Criminy, she's a pain when she's gone," Helga complained to herself. She opened the fridge and grabbed an apple.

"Breakfast is served," she muttered.

She grabbed her bookbag and suitcase and headed out.

The bus pulled around. She juggled the change in her hand, waiting for it to stop. She threw her bare apple core behind her as the bus came to a halt. 

"Helga," she heard, stepping on. 

She looked around to see Arnold waving his hand. She raised a brow. He mouthed something that made her heart pound. A crooked smile grew on her lips as she walked.

And walked.

And walked.

She turned.

Placed her bag down.

And sat next to her beloved.

"Hey Helga, hows it goin'," he asked.

She replied,"Great, Football Head. How are you?"

As the two had a casual conversation, the bus advanced to the destination in mind. It made two more stops two let a can obsessed man and a physician- excuse me- evil scientist on. 

"PS 118," the bus driver called.

Helga and Arnold stood. They both had smiles on their faces, highlights in their eyes. It was almost as if they complete each other.

The two grabbed their stuff and walked off the bus. They were greeted by the rest of their class, who had drove to school.

"Well my 'special' students, the 'special' bus to the 'special' airport should arrive soon," he beamed, ecstatic about the trip.

Everyone who was wide awake cheered. Meaning everyone except Rhonda.

Who knows, maybe she'll learn different on their journey. The bus is pulling up now.