MURDER!

Chapter 1: Prologue

A/N: Yep, I'm finally posting a little snippet of what I've been working on for a long time! I'm probably not going to publish any more chapters until I have more finished and if I do make any changed to this particular chapter, well, I'll change it. =] I hope you enjoy this little snippet, and don't forget to REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HEY ARNOLD!

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Harold Berman was waiting at the Hillwood airport one brisk late afternoon for none other than Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd. There was no doubt that the two had been attached at the hip in friendship since the beginning of high school, however, Rhonda made it clear that they were not to be in a relationship together. Harold tried not to mind, just as long as they were together in some way, even if it was just as friends.

Since graduation, Rhonda had been a full-time student at a prestigious fashion and design college in Paris. During her breaks, she'd always come back to Hillwood. Everyone did. It was home. And every time, Harold picked her up from the airport. Every so often, he would bring her favorite flowers from Mrs. Vitello's quaint little shop in Hillwood. This was one of those times.

Harold Berman had changed immensely from his grade school days. His chubby exterior had magnificently morphed into a muscular young man thanks to the sports he had participated in throughout high school. His shoulders were broad with muscle and his jaw was slightly chiseled and masculine. Harold's blue baseball cap still remained, reminding everyone of his youth.

From the large windows of the airport, Harold saw Rhonda's plane as the sun was just about to set, gliding to the tracks in a graceful manner. Almost as graceful as Rhonda herself. He clenched the bouquet of flowers he had tightly in his fist as he swept over his brow with his free hand and took in a deep breath. Harold hadn't seen Rhonda since the beginning of her sophomore year in college.

He kept watching from the window until he finally saw a young woman in a tailored red coat emerge from the plane with a cellphone glued to her perfectly manicured hand. There was nothing ugly about Rhonda, nothing at all. Her luscious, raven hair had grown long since grade school, and even though the winter wind was blowing harshly outside, her hair seemed to stay in place as though she were a glamorous illusion. The belt to her coat cinched her small waist and accentuated the lusty, voluptuous curves she had despite her small and delicate frame.

No doubt she's calling our friends, Harold thought as he smiled broadly and waited by her gate in anticipation.

"Of course the tradition still stands, Nadine! And I have a big surprise I'd like to tell everyone! Uh-huh, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon! Chao, doll!" Rhonda casually tossed her cellphone into her oversized designer handbag when she spotted Harold before her. "Harold!"

"H-hey, Rhonda."

Harold embraced her in a hug. His excitement getting the better of him, Harold broke off and decided to hand her the flowers, a faint blush creeping to his naturally florid cheeks.

Rhonda gasped and smiled broadly as she took them, "For me? Oh Harold, you didn't have to."

"I know," Harold rubbed the back of his neck and thought to bring up a more casual subject. "So do you want to grab a bite to eat before heading home tonight? I'm starving!"

Rhonda flashed her pearly white teeth in an exuberant smile at Harold before nodding and linking her arm in his as they slowly headed to Baggage Claim for her suitcases, chatting about the past few months the entire way.

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