(Hey Everybody, I'm Celeibi! Let me just say, that I never thought that I'd be writing here. I mean, its not really my favorite place in the world since people here have the power to bend this innocence cartoon out toridiculous porportions. Anyway, besides that, I came here to see what people would think of my fanfic. So, without futher adu, here it is!)

Chapter 1:"Beginnings"

Hillwood.

A quaint town full of interesting people and interesting romances. But the most interesting of all romances, is the love felt by a girl of only 10 years of age. It may seem that love at such a young age is unbelievable, but this girl's devotional love is quite real….

But…

This girl has a family that neglects and ignores her existence. Once in a great while, they pay attention to her, but only once…in a great while.

Thus, the girl is bitter and hostile; she holds up her fists if anyone was to get in her way. She stomps down anyone who teases her. She has even gone to such lengths to take all her rage and anger to the one she so loves. To protect her image is her goal. She can't afford to be soft. "It's a cold world out there, Pheebs, and if ya wanna survive you have to be as tough as nails," said the girl to her only trusted friend. She may feel that being ruthless is the only way to survive, but being 'as though as nails' can only cause the heart, the very soul of the being, to rust.

She has created a barrier that can not be penetrated.

The only one who can break it is the boy she loves

And who is the name of this girl. The girl who has blond hair, pig tails, and a pink dress, which she has been wearing for years. What is her name?

Her name is….Helga G. Pataki.

"Alright! Batter up!" shouted Helga, taking off her catchers mask. "Hey, Geraldo! That means you!"

Gerald was leaning on a bat talking to some 5th grade girls, acting very smooth. "You know, ladies, I'm a very talented baseball player myself-"

"Listen, tall hair boy, if you don't get your butt over here right now your team forfeits the game!" yelled Helga impatiently.

"Whoa!" Gerald spins around and says, "I'm up!"

"No kidding Einstein!"

He walked towards home plate and got in his batting stance, "Now I'll show you real skills, ladies." The girls just watched not even looking interested.

1…2…3…

"You're out!" Helga threw her thumb over her shoulder. "Ha! Real skill, huh, Geraldo?" Gerald sighed and glanced over at the girls who where walking away, with noses high in the air. He put down the bat and sat on the bench next to his best friend, Arnold.

"Good job, Gerald. You did your best," said Arnold with a smile.

Indeed, the 4th graders of P.S.118 where playing Baseball. The sun was shining bright, filling the air with the sweet smell of grass and the clouds soared high above the heads of the kids. They were practicing for future games against their rivals, the 5th graders, and lots of practice was essential since they lost their pervious game. So, the 4th graders practiced and made sure that all of them were playing their best next time they were to meet their adversaries.

Helga got up from her catchers position and said, "OK! Football head, you're up!" Arnold got up from his seat on the bench and went to bat.

Harold, the pitcher of the team, taunted him. "Oh Look! It's Arrrrrnooold! Aahaha! Move in!" His team moved in like instructed and he continued his relentless taunting, while Arnold shook his butt like a famous baseball player. "Look at you! Swinging your butt like Mickey Kline or something!Ahahaha-!"

"Would you just throw the ball lard boy!" shouted Helga.

The chunky boy glared at her and muttered, "Madame Fortress Mommy..." He then threw the ball and Arnold swung with all his might. The ball zoomed toward Harold's baseball cap and knocked it off. "Hey! My Hat!" It may have Harold's hat, but it kept on going, at least to the end of center field. "Someone get that! My hat and the ball!"

While Harold was fretting about his hat, Arnold was rounding 2nd base.

Sid, the center field player, got both the ball and the hat and threw only the ball towards third. Arnold was aiming to make it to home plate so he kept on running. He was in the middle of third and home plate when Stinky, third basemen, caught the ball.

Helga threw off her catchers mask and yelled, "PICKLE!" She ran towards Arnold and readied her self to catch the ball. The simple minded third basemen just stood there looking around, while Arnold zipped pass Helga and made a home run. His team ran towards him in celebration, and Helga marched towards Stinky. "Hey Stinko! What in the world were you doing back there?"

"You said, pickle, and I was just wondering where it was," he said in a country-folk tone.

Helga gave an annoyed sigh and slapped her forehead. "Stinky, you're an idiot."

Meanwhile, Arnold's team was celebrating his Home run. Gerald patted his best friends back and said, "Now that's some Reeeaaal skill!"

Helga went towards the crowd and said, "Alright! Alright! So Arnold hit a home run! Big deal! Let's just get this practice over with! Everyone, back to your positions!"

The team congratulated Arnold one more time and herded back toward their original spot. Arnold smiled at all of his team mates and went back to the bench. Sitting down, he sighed and leaned back.

"Hey Helga!" shouted Harold's whinny voice, while he was dusting off his hat on his stomach, "I'm hungry! Let's take a break, we've been practicing all day!"

Helga stopped walking to home plate. She abruptly turned around and said sharply, "What was that, Harold?"

He went over to her and said, "I'm huuunngry! I haven't eaten since half an hour ago, if I wait another minute I'll starve!"

She walked towards him and poked his belly, saying, "Look, tubbo I don't care how long its been since you last ate, we're practicing day and night, rain or shine, we're not stopping 'til we can beat the Fifth graders! And if you can't handle it, I suggest you-"At that moment, her stomach gave a loud hungry growl. Harold look at her with his arms crossed as in saying, 'Weeell?"

Helga snarled and said, "Fine! Since everyone has played so well, and it seems a certain someone can't handle immediate starvation, I'll end practice early today, but," she glared at everyone looking at her, "don't ever say I never did you any favors. And remember…practice tomorrow at 4 o'clock sharp!" Everyone nodded in agreement and headed home.

(Yeah, yeah. So, my fanfic starts out slow, but hey! Its rare for a story to be instantly good. Just be patience and things will be awesome.)