Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold.

This fic was based on "People Call Me Tree".I don't know who the author was. It was just sent to me by a friend via e-mail.

"I Love you Arnold." Helga said to Arnold then kissed him on the lips. They were on top of the FTI building.

"You…love me?"

"YES" She nodded then kissed him once more.

"You know, I'm kinda dizzy right now. I think I'm gonna lie down for a while."

"That's good. I'll lie down with you." she said softly, still hugging him tightly.

"Helga…" he struggled.

"Oh Arnold…"

"HEY ARNOLD…HEY ARNOLD…"

Arnold opened his eyes, finding himself lying on his own bed. The sunlight strikes on his face as it passes through the skylight. He took the wire from sticking to the potato then turned his eyes to the clear, blue sky, reminiscing his dream the night before.

"That dream again." he told himself. That incident from the FTI building that happened many years back still haunts him even to his sleeps. He lied on his back for few more minutes then got on to his feet to get ready for school. His eyes are kinda puffy for he spent the whole night finishing his homework for his drama class.

At school...

"Hellooo…" the teacher greeted. "Alright, to start of, I want each of you to step up here and read the story you wrote in front of the class." That's Ms. Pebbles, the drama teacher. She's big, at least 6 feet in height with flaming red hair and pale skin that showed her freckles well into her forties. She's also overweight and she has fondness for wearing floral-patterned dresses. She's wearing a thick, dark, horn-rimmed glasses and she greeted everyone with "Hellooo," sorta singing the last syllable. Miss Pebbles sure is one of a kind, and she's single, which only made it even worse. But despite all this gruesome descriptions about her, she's still a good teacher, a pioneer to her field. Plus, she's nice to all her students. Probably the best drama teacher Hillwood High could ever had. She devoted herself on teaching because she said it was her passion. Or is it because she knows for a fact that no guy would be interested with her?

"What? That's embarrassing!" Harold screamed. Then a series of whining from the other kids buzzed around the classroom. "That really bites."

"Harold, Stinky, everyone, listen. I need to hear your stories and since this is Drama class, I want to see you project your characters in every situation in the story. Show their feelings, emotions, characteristics and personalities, as if you're just acting. Also it'll be easier for me to grade your works on account that I don't have to read them one by one."

"No fair. I suck at story writing!" Harold cried even more.

"For cryin' out loud Harold! You're not an elementary kid anymore. You're a senior high student now, so quit whining!" everyone was stunned when they heard Miss Pebbles raised her voice.

"Ehem…Ok let's proceed. Who wants to go first?.… Helga, would you like to take the floor?"

"Criminy." Helga just rolled her eyes as she stood and made her way towards Miss Pebbles. She faced the class then sighed.

"Ok, the title of my story is 'Time Capsule'. Basically it's…a love story." Helga received stunned, puzzled, brow-raised, jaw-dropped look from her classmates. "Oh brother." She just shook her head then continued. "This is the story of a girl named Sally. She adores this guy Alex for years…"

"Marvelous! Helga, you did a mar…velous… job!" Miss Pebbles blurted out after Helga finished reading her story.

"Does that mean I'll be getting an A?"

"Certainly!… Ok who's next? Arnold?" Arnold nodded on the teacher and read his work before the class.

"After hearing all of you and seeing you acted your stories out, I only came down to one conclusion…" the whole class paid attention to her. "You all made marvelous stories!"

"Yeah, alright!" everyone was beaming.

"Another reason why I made you read your work is because I'll be choosing among those stories the best to be the play for the senior pageant to be held a month from now, right before spring break. And I already made up my mind and I choose…Helga's 'Time Capsule'." Everyone applauded and cheered for Helga.

"What? Why mine?" Helga asked wide-eyed.

"Well Helga, your story was marvelous! When I heard it and while I was watching you projecting your characters, it's as if I'm sitting in a theater watching a play. I can imagine it inside my head and I'm telling you what I saw was marvelous! Even you ask them, they'll tell you how marvelous your work was. Right class?"

"Right!" they said in chorus. "And Helga, your story was simply romantic. I must admit, it was better than the love story that I wrote." said Rhonda.

"You see Helga. Everyone likes it. Now, what do you say?"

"Well, what's in it for me?"

"Marvelous question! Well, you'll be playing the lead role 'Sally'."

"Oh please. I'd rather be the stage director."

"Of course Helga, you are. After all you wrote the story. But you're perfect for the role of Sally too. You're natural. It's as if you took her attributes and personality from your own." She leaned to Helga then whispered, "If you nail this play, you will get an A+ to your final grade in my class. That'll help you be in the honor roll…an easy A, Helga."

Helga looked at her then gave her a goofy smile. "Alright Miss Pebbles, you got yourself a deal." they shook hands. "Marvelous!"

"Listen everyone. I want all of you to participate to this play. I want this to be the best this year for I believe you're the best class I've ever handled." Everyone just looked at her, obviously happy. "For those who want to take part of the casts, there will be an audition on Friday after school at the auditorium. I hope to see you all there." She then turned to Helga. "As for you young lady, I want you to polish the script and make everyone a copy then hand it out to them on Friday, cay you do that?"

"Huh, piece of cake."

"Marvelous!"

"Criminy, I've heard that 'marvelous' crap for like hundred times in this class alone, what more in the rehearsals."