Hey all! I'm attempting to write this story based on my great love for "Hey Arnold!". The series ended before the story was finished; in this I intend to finish it. I'm going to attempt to write "The Jungle Movie", essentially. The only really change is their age. This story takes place in their junior year of high school, therefore they're all about 17 years old.

Feedback is appreciated, but flames will be ignored. Constructive criticism is the way to go, friends! This is, I want to remind you, just the prologue. It will switch into third person in the next chapter. I just want to give you an idea of how our favorite blondes are doing.

I'm also a very musical person, so I'll provide a song for each segment that will most likely be the title of said segment.

This chapter is: Hope For The Hopeless by A Fine Frenzy

Prologue: Hope For The Hopeless

"We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope."

- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I can see the sky. Clear blue, with few clouds.

I've had this dream hundreds of times before. Ever since I heard the true story about what happened to my parents, since that stupid "Parent's Day" tournament back in the Fourth grade.

I climb out my window and find my plane already humming, waiting for me to put its potential energy to good use.

I have this dream every night. Haven't dreamed about anything else in the last seven years.

I climb into the pit and secure my goggles and scarf. I can see ahead of me into a world full of possibilities and promise. Dreams of tomorrow and the fervent wishes of my unconscious mind are laid out for the world to see.

The controls are easy to handle, I've done it hundreds of times before. Pulling back on the wheel, I fly upward into the clouds.

Off to rejoin those whom I have long missed.

However, I never seem to get there.

The cries of "Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!" buzzing from my alarm clock wake me too soon and I must revisit the world of the living once again. My parents are dead. They've been dead for almost 17 years. They aren't coming home.

Ugh! I can't think this way! I have to stay positive. After all, what do I know? Anything could happen... right?

I can see the sky. Clear blue, with a smattering of clouds.

I have this dream almost every night. Ever since I confessed my secret at the former FTI building I've been plagued by this fantasy.

I'm laying on my back, staring at the sky. The world swirls around me and I feel completely at peace.

I'm never at peace except for within these dreams.

I can feel his presence before I see him and a broad smile appears on my face, a smile I seldom let anyone see. He kneels down next to me and caresses my cheek.

"You know how much I love you," He whispers.

I smile and reply, "I know, love. I know."

He lay down next to me and grasps my hand. "Forever, Helga."

I turn my head and lock eyes with him for the first time.

"Forever, Arnold."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Criminy, I hate this alarm! Too damn loud!

After years and years of pining over Arnold, you'd think I'd have gotten wise to the likely-hood of this dream being realized.

Arnold and I have known each other for almost 14 years and I've loved him for just as long. Why can't I just get the truth through my thick skull? He doesn't love me. He's never loved me.

He never will.

But, then again...

Anything could happen, right?

Let me know what you think!

- YourAlgebra