Here's a new fic I'm starting; and this time it's not a songfic ;; Please be nice and tell me what you think. Review!!
Helga, Arnold, Curly, Rhonda, Gerald, and Phoebe. There they were, sitting at two tables in the library; moaning and groaning.
"What time is it?" Helga asked.
"You asked me that three minutes ago," Phoebe replied, slightly annoyed and looking up from her computer labtop.
"It's not my fault you're the only one who decided to bring a watch." Helga shot back. Phoebe sighed.
"6:57."
Helga slammed her head on the table.
"Relax. We only have an hour left till the library closes," Gerald replied, placing his feet up on the desk.
It was a Saturday. They were assigned a project that had to be completed by that Monday. Of course, they had made the mistake of trusting Curly when the project was due. Monday the twenty-first of December it's due! he told them. From the aide of a phone call from Sheena, they found out only too late that it was Monday the FOURTEENTH of December; not twenty-first.
"You guys, this is impossible. There's no way we're going to get this done by Monday. It's due first thing, too!" Rhonda pointed out.
"Well there's always the option of us not going to school on that particular day," Helga suggested hopfully.
"But it's not even our fault! We should tell the teacher it was all of Curly's doing," Gerald frowned. Everyone glared at Curly.
"Hey! Don't look at me, you guys!" Curly protested with his hands in the air.
"You guys, that's not helping. We can't fix he past, so let's just deal with the present." Phoebe and Arnold told them.
Before they could reply, the light's directly above them shut off. It was dark except for the light from the moon in the window and the pale glow from Phoebes lab top.
"What was that?"
"Curly, are you sure the library closes at eight?" Arnold asked. Curly nodded.
"Maybe...we should go downstairs just to make sure." Rhonda suggested. Arnold knew it was a bad idea to sit on the third floor in the darkest corner. Everyone murmered in agreement and quickly put away their books, notebooks, and utensils, then silently made their way to the closest elevator.
Helga pressed one of the buttons. Nothing.
"What's wrong with these things?" Rhonda asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"You guys, I think the librarys closed," Arnold said. There was an akward silence.
"Big deal," Gerald shrugged. "There has to be a security guard or a janitor around or something." With doubt, they climbled down the stairs and into the first floor.
There was no one. They decided to try the front doors. Curly sped up and reached the front doors. Reading the hours of the library, he laughed nervously, then tried to open the glass doors without turning on any alarms.
"Did you know that the library is closed on Sunday?" he said with an akward smile.
"What's that supposed to mean??" Helga scowled.
"It means that we have till Monday morning to finish our reports," he laughed nervously, backing against the wall.
"What?!" Rhonda asked shrilly.
"You mean we're locked in here until MONDAY MORNING?!" Gerald fumed. Phoebe put her hand on her forehead.
"I Can't BELIEVE you!!" Helga practically screamed, grabbing Curly by the collar of his shirt.
"Helga put Curly down! That's not helping anything!" Arnold told her. "Come one you guys. There has to be SOME ONE still here. Let's go."
And with that, they began their walk into the seemingly endless halls of the library, finding nothing but darkness.
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