Hey everybody! Did you miss me?

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I've been busy. Plus, this is a long chapter, so that took some time.

The random word of the chapter is...Fan of hammers!

I got that off of iCarly. Spencer actually made a fan out of hammers! One of them almost launched itself into Carly's head! Yikes!

Anywho. Yep. Anywho. I felt like saying that.

Disclaimer: Do I even have to say it anymore? I think you guys get the point.

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The next day, everyone was in their seats. The bell rang as Mr. Simmons walked in and started the day.

"Good morning class. I see that Curly is absent again today. Now, where is Helga?"

Gerald raised his hand. "She's not here today, Mr. Simmons." He said.

"Okay. Do you know where Arnold is, Gerald?"

"He joined a search party, so he's not coming to school today."

"Search party? For who? Do you know?"

"They're searching for Helga. She went missing yesterday."

There were whispers of conversation throughout the classroom.

"I know you may find this alarming, but I'm sure the search party will find her. Now Gerald, is there anything else you know about this?"

"Like what?"

"Like how she went missing, for instance, any information on that?" A classmate said.

"All I know is that her family found a note left on her nightstand yesterday. I'm sorry, but, that's all I got."

"What did it say?" Another classmate asked.

Gerald shrugged. "Beats me."

"Settle down class. Let's focus back on today. Now, I want everyone to-"

"But Mr. Simmons, what if Helga's in trouble right now? Shouldn't we be doing something?" A kid interrupted.

"I'm sure the search party will find her as soon as they can." Mr. Simmons responded.

"But what if they don't get to her in time?" The kid countered.

"Yeah, we need to do something. We can't just leave her out there all alone." Another kid added, standing up from his seat.

"Yeah. She's been nice to us for the past few weeks. It seems to me like she's actually been trying." Yet another kid stood from his seat.

Then Phoebe stood. "I must concur; she has been working really hard to be nice to everyone for a change. I've been helping her to change her ways. Her training has been very effective."

"Come on! We have to go help her!" Still another kid stood from her seat.

Then more kids stood up. "Yeah!" They all called out in unison.

"I say we go out and look for her! Who's with me?" The first kid hollered.

Just about the entire class was standing and several were heading to the door. "Yeah!" The kids called out, putting their fists in the air.

"Students! Class is still in session! I have not dissmissed you yet! Get back in your seats!" Mr. Simmons announced.

Gerald put his hand on Mr. Simmons's shoulder. "Come on, Mr. Simmons. Let 'em go. Arnold needs all the help he can get."

"Then why didn't you stay to help him?" Mr. Simmons asked.

"Because I'm his best friend. My job is to talk with him and keep him level-headed, not look for some runaway for him. He needs to search for her without me. I have to be emotional support. They don't have to do anything. They want to help search for her. So come on. Let 'em search for her. Besides, this is a good chance for them to work together to get something done."

Mr. Simmons hesitated. "Hmm...okay. Go search for Helga. But stay in town."

Then Gerald stood on Mr. Simmons's desk. "Alright, you heard him. Let's go and bring Helga back!" He announced. Everyone then headed toward the door. Then Mr. Simmons hollered after them, "And be back by lunch!"

Arnold kept walking along the sidewalk, trying to keep his head up, hoping to see Helga come running home. But his heaad kept dropping low, heavy with concern and regret, wishing Helga was right there so he could tell her how he really felt. He couldn't believe no one volunteered to help look yet. Don't they care at all? He kept thinking. Then he sighed. Maybe I should have gone to school after all.

Arnold turned the corner and ran into someone running, causing him and the other person to fall over.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you turning the corner." Arnold said as he rubbed his head.

"No, it's my fault, man. I shouldn't have been running."

Arnold then went wide-eyed as he sat up. "Gerald?"

"Hey Arnold. Good to see you." Gerald said as he sat up.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in school with the other kids." Arnold said as they helped each other up.

"Mr. Simmons let us out early. Has anyone found Helga yet?"

"It's only the first official day of search, Gerald. Did you really expect me to find her in half the morning?"

Gerald hesitated. "I guess not. Where's the rest of the search party?" He said looking around, expecting to see more people.

"I am the search party."

"Oh. Got no help, huh?"

"Nope." Arnold said, looking at his feet.

"Would you like some?"

"You mean you'll help me search?" Arnold said, suddenly looking hopeful.

Gerald smiled. "Even better."

Gerald whistled a signal through his two fingers. Then a bunch of kids appeared from behind buildings, alleys, mailboxes, fences, trashcans, and various other knooks and crannies and came together, forming an entire group in the street.

"Whoah. The whole class must be here." Arnold said in awe.

"The class? Try the entire fourth grade."

"How did you convince them to come help?" Arnold was slightly baffled now.

"I didn't. They came on their own. I just tagged along to find you."

Then came a short pause. "We're here to search. Just tell us where to go, and we'll get started." Gerald stated with his hands on his hips. Then he gave Arnold a smile.

Arnold smiled back with a nod. "Alright. I want you all to separate into two teams. Team A; you search uptown. Team B; you search downtown. I want everyone to do the best they can in this effort. Go door to door, look in alleys, dumpsters, the sewers if you have to. I want you to show teamwork when and where nessassary. Look in every knook and cranny you think she can fit. Then I want everyone to meet back at Gerald Field in two hours. We're in this as a team. If we wanna find Helga, we're gonna have to put as much group effort in as we can. If we can do this, we can do anything. Can we do this?"

"Yeah!" Everyone yelled out.

"Then let's go find Helga!"

"Yeah!" Everyone then started splitting into two groups and heading where directed.

"Gerald, go with team B, take your walkie-talkie and report back to me in an hour on their progress."

Gerald saluted Arnold. "Yes sir!" Then he headed downtown with his team.

"Phoebe!" Arnold called.

"Yes Arnold?" She replied weakly.

"Come with me. I would like to talk to you. You're gonna be my special assistant in this operation."

"Uh, okay." She then walked with Arnold nervously, hoping he didn't notice the look on her face.

Helga had her little pink book out as she continued to write of her sole insperation.

Check that. She had her private journal out and she was writing about her thoughts for today (Who knew?).

Day Two: Phoebe's house

Dear Diary,

So far, it's been boring. I miss Arnold so much. I wish I could see his football shaped head topped with those wild, golden locks of his. But I just can't stand in the same house as those neglectful, self-centered jerks I once called my parents ever again.

My time in this room so far has gotten pretty boring. It's only been two days and already I'm almost out of ideas! What Am I supposed to do in a Japanese girl's bedroom, er, matroom all day? Yoga? I mean, seriously! Who sleeps on a-

Suddenly, Helga heard someone yell her name. Helga bookmarked her journal and set it down. Then she made her way to the opened window and looked outside. She saw some kids walking down the street, hollering her name to the heavens. "Helga!" One hollered. "Helga, where are you?" Shouted another. She spotted several kids going door to door with a stack of flyers, all with her face on them. "What is going on?" Helga said to herself.

Then she looked around and spotted someone at the door. No, two someones at the door. One was talking while the other one was unlocking the door. Helga looked closer. That's Phoebe unlocking the door. Why is she home so early? Then she saw the kid talking to her. Arnold! What is he doing here? Helga then locked her eyes on Arnold. She watched his hair, his eyes, his lips. As she tried to decode what he was saying to Phoebe, he looked up for a moment and locked eyes with her, eyes widening as he realized who he saw through the window. Helga jumped and sank to the floor. Oh no! He saw me! Then she heard him begin to speak. Wait, what is he saying? Helga sat quietly then as she listened to what Arnold had begun to say.

"Uh, Phoebe?"

"Yes, Arnold?"

"Is anyone normally home around this time?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"...I thought I saw someone in your window just now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It looked like Helga."

"Well, I don't see anything except the curtains."

"I could have sworn I saw her looking straight at me."

"I think your mind is playing tricks on you, Arnold. You must miss her terribly."

"...Y-yeah. I guess you're right."

Then Helga heard the front door open downstairs. She cracked the door open so she could listen.

"You wait here Arnold. I just gotta grab a few things and I'll be right down."

"Okay Phoebe."

Then came some footsteps on the staircase. Helga closed the door gently and backed away from the door. The Phoebe walked in.

"Phoebe! What's going on? Why is there a bunch of kids shouting my name in the streets so early? Why are you home? And why is Arnold with you?"

"Well, we were let out early so we could help look for you. Arnold has asked me to assist him."

"Wait, everyone's searching for me?"

"Yes Helga. I guess they're all very worried about you. Really worried, considering the entire fourth grade was let out."

"So let me get this straight; the entire fourth grade was let out early so they can go up and down streets searching for me?"

"Yes Helga. It's really quite remarkable. The entire fourth grade banding together in search for one classmate. Very inspired."

"There is no way they are searching for me. I'm Helga G. Pataki, for crying out loud! I made their lives miserable for years!"

"I guess they forgot about it Helga."

"So you're saying that after years of my causing them misery, they forget about it all just because I was nice for what, the last two, three weeks?"

"Our classmates can be very forgiving sometimes. I guess your kindness really meant a lot to them."

"Hmph. I don't buy it." Helga crossed her arms and turned her head.

"If their running up and down the streets of the city, shouting your name isn't enough proof for you, then I don't know what is."

"Wait. You didn't bring him here so you can turn me in, did you?"

Phoebe crossed the room. "No Helga. I just came to get my flashlight and my notes. I gotta go Helga. We have to be back at school by lunchtime."

Helga sighed heavily. "Alright. See ya Phoebs."

"Bye Helga. See you when I get home."

Then Phoebe walked out and closed the door. Helga carefully opened it a crack to listen.

"You ready, Phoebe?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

Then Helga heard the front door close. She sat back in the beanbag chair and continued to write in her journal.

Phoebe just told me that the entire fourth grade is looking for me. Me! I don't believe it. I've been mean to them for too long for them to just forgive me because of two weeks of nice me wandering the halls! Oh, I miss Arnold. I miss hanging out with him because of our new friendship. I wonder if he likes me-likes me. Oh, if only that were true! What I wouldn't give for him to love me as I love him! Due to my recent actions, all I can do is hope.

Helga

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