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Troubled Times	By : Silent Pluto Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 12921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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School Spirit

“I can’t believe I agreed to come here.” Helga complained, while watching the basketball game, it was a rival team, and their school was fighting for a spot in the regional finals.
“Because, your Arnold’s girlfriend now, he’s a basketball player and your supposed to support him.” Phoebe explained once again to her best-friend.
The Asian girl hasn’t grown as sporadically as her counterpart, she was petite 5’5’ to helga’s 5’7. She kept her hair cut just a lil below her shoulders, but she dyed it all sorts of colors these days, for now it was her regular ebony black but with magenta streaks. She was giving it a rest for awhile. With helga’s constant insistences Phoebe let go of her glasses and got contacts. In truth she never cared what people thought of her, all except for Gerald of course, and he loved her new look so much that she kept the contacts in, but only on dates and when she goes to school. She loved the comfort of her glasses when she got home.
With out noticing, Phoebe became extremely popular. Not that she cared, dating a basketball player, and being best-friends with helga kind of gave her an edge. She still loved to study a lot, so she was an enigma for having the best-grades in the school, she only went to social gathers unless Gerald was there, or helga dragged her, other than that she loved to spend her time with her nose stuck in a book.
“*snort* Really. It’s hard to be supportive when you team is getting creamed.” Helga laughed.
“Helga come on! Have a little team spirit.” Phoebe said, glaring at her friend.
“Team Spirit? Really phebes, come off it. You know if there was any team spirit left in me it had already passed on to the afterlife, the minute I came through the door.” Helga said laughing out loud, causing the other kids next to her to glare at her with disdain.
“Oh helga, that’s just cruel. I hope Arnold doesn’t hear you say that.” Phoebe sneered.
“Uh...well, he doesn’t have to know! Heh heh.” Helga laughed nervously. “ Shut up phoebe.”
“Well, if our school makes it to the finals we get to have some great food stands at half-time.” Phoebe said chuckling.
“Food? Is that all the student government can come up with?” Helga asked.
“Well we need a way to make extra bucks for the end of year festival. The chairman of the entertainment committee thinks we needs more funds. And the Finals would be a great opportunity.” Phoebe explained.
“Phoebe, your not apart of the entertainment committee. Your only the treasurers secretary. And about that! Why does the treasurer need a secretary?!” Helga said lifting an questioning eyebrow.
“I know, but I overheard the meeting, and gave them some pointers. And the treasurer has a vast amount duties helga. I have to make sure he doesn’t get overwhelmed with work.” Phoebe said stoically.
“You mean you make sure to do his work.” Helga muttered.
“Well it’ll look good on my college application.” Phoebe said holding her head high.
“Gods phoebe your such a sap! Your SAT scores would look good on any college application.” Helga exasperatedly, debating with phoebe about the greedy student government has made helga kind of hungry.
-Buzz- Half-time!
“Great, now we get to watch the anorexics dance.” Helga snorted.
“They’re called cheerleaders helga. And I don’t think all of them are anorexic.” Phoebe said calmly.
“I know, some are anemic. I don’t remember all the eating disorders phoebe so don’t give me that look. They all end with ‘ic’ don‘t they?” Helga said laughed out loud. Some other kids heard her and started laughing right along with her as the cheerleaders started to get into coordination for their routine.
“*sigh* why did you agree to come here?” Phoebe sighed.
“To show my new b/f my support bra. I mean support.” Helga grinned.
“Geez we’re gonna lose again! Where’s Stinky! Dude!” a stoner next to her growled as half of the student body left after seeing the score.
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“Geez Louise! Are they playing tennis or something?” Helga said astounded how far behind the home team was.
“Well, their only down by 15.” Phoebe said in monotone.
“Yeah, and most of the school body has decided to start their weekend early.” Helga said looking at the near empty risers.
“Come on phoebe we need to see what‘s going on down there.”
“But I don’t think they’ll want us so close to the team.” Phoebe said following helga down the risers to their basketball team.
“Who gives a crap? We should do something. Their coach reminds me of the lizard on the geico commercials.” Helga said slumping down next to on the bench next to one of the players.
“Helga that’s Mr. Judson. He’s the senior class home economics teacher!” Phoebe whispered harshly in her ear, as she sat behind helga, not wanting to be close to the sweaty players.
“Exactly! What does he know about basketball?!” Helga said standing up and looking down at the notebook that held all the plays in it. Helga grinned slyly as she grabbed it and slumped down next to phoebe.
“Now let’s get to work!” Helga whispered to phoebe.
“Helga I don’t know anything about basketball plays!” Phoebe whispered back to her friend.
“Bull-crap phoebe! You’re boyfriend has played this game most of his life. You’ve been to so many of his games and you have no clue how this game works?” Helga said glaring at her friend.
“Well…I kinda have an idea! The way it looks here, reminds me of geometry.” Phoebe said smiling as she looked down at the open playbook.
“There you go! Phoebe get that brilliant mind of yours cranking! These bozo’s need help! And I mean bad!” Helga said handing her friend the playbook.
“What about Judson?” Phoebe asked while she studied the book, and started rearranging the lay-out. “You know we’ll have to get rid of him in order for this to work!”
“Hah! Don’t worry about ole’ Judson. I’ve got him covered! But first, here’s the plan!” Helga started.
15 minutes later~~
“Uh, where’s the coach?” Sid asked as the team sat down at the bench, looking for their Mr. Judson to go over the game plan.
“Mr. Judson will not be joining us for the duration of the game guys.” The assistant coach, Mr. O’Donnell said, studying the playbook with a little confusion.
“Aww man.” The team groaned.
“Not to worry guys! I’m here to help! Have some courage.” Mr. O’Donnell said, smiling at the book.
“I wonder what happened to the coach?” Arnold said to sid and Gerald.
“I dunno, but this seems kinda fishy. He’s never done this before, he’s always here for a game. Even when he’s sick!” Sid mumbled flexing his right hand.
“Yeah, and why is helga and phoebe talking to Mr. O’Donnell?” Gerald said.
“You got me. Well at least helga came.” Arnold shrugged, hiding his smile from his friends. ‘Why do I feel like you have something to do with Judson’s absence helga?’
“Something’s up.” Gerald said.
“You got that right.” Arnold agreed.
“Ok guys! We got a few changes. I know, I know, so late in the game. But you all are flexible right? Ok here we go!” O’Donnell said calling the team into a huddle.
~*~*~*~
“We’re down by 2! Can you believe this helga?!” Phoebe yelped, over the screaming crowd, bouncing up and down since she can’t seem to stay in her seat.
“Yeah I know! Now shut up! I’m trying to concentrate on the game phoebe!” Helga said digging her nails into the risers.
“Oh my god! 10 seconds!” Phoebe yelped. “Oh my god! If they make a shot it’ll be overtime!”
“That would blow. They look kind of tired.” Helga calmly.
“Kind of?! Helga look at all that sweat! They’re about ready to faint.” Phoebe screeched.
“Shush! Arnold has the ball! 5- I hope he makes it, 4- grrr, 3-” helga started to nibble her thumb.
“Hey why’d he pass it to Eugene?!” Phoebe yelled.
“Oh no!” Helga cried.
“NOOOOO!” The crowd cried at in unison, as Eugene shot the ball into the air.
“I can’t look.” Helga said covering her eyes, with her hands.
~Buzz!~
“YEAAAAAAAH! WHOOHOOOO!”
“Huh?!” Helga said looking between her eyes to see everyone rushing down the risers to the basketball court.
“What happened?” she asked
“We won helga! We won!” Phoebe said dragging her friend down the risers.
“What?!” Helga screeched.
“We’re going to the Finals!” Phoebe yelled happily!
“What?!” Helga breathed.
“Eugene made the shot!” Phoebe yelled, laughing at her friends look of disbelief.
“What?!” Helga screeched.
“It was at the three point line!” Phoebe yelled happily, as the rush of students pushed pass them.
“What?!” was all helga could say as she saw everyone dance around the basketball court in joy.
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