Dib rummaged through the boxes in the attic. He was certain that the copy of the file he was going to send to mysterious mysteries was up here. While Zim had erased his memory of where the disc had been, he hadn't removed Dib's thought process of hiding stuff. So logic dictated that if he wanted to hide something he didn't want his dad or Gaz to throw out, he would have put somewhere in the attic. Where in the attic was an entirely different story.
"This is ridiculous! How many boxes are in this attic?" Dib yelled in frustration at the walls of cardboard. He rummaged further among the maze of boxes, getting increasingly careless as he went. He bumped into a particularly tall stack of them, sending the whole tower crashing down. "Great, just great! Look at this mess!" he then picked up boxes and began shoving old pictures, Polaroid cameras, and papers into their rightful places. That is until he came upon a book. The dark blue leather was soft and faded, its pages lay facing the floor. In many ways it looked like one of Dib's many spell books. "What do we have here?" Dib asked to no one in particular. He gingerly picked up the old book and turned to the first page. It seemed to be a journal. The page read as follows:
Today was the worst day of my entire life. I finally found out that I was going to the school of my choice. It's large and should actually teach me something that I don't know already. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the worst person in my class is also going, Axis Alcatraz. He is by far the dumbest, weirdest and most egotistical jerk that I have ever had the displeasure to meet. Not to mention he is totally insane! He has stood on the teacher's desk and played the clarinet (badly I might add) during study hall and no one noticed. I asked someone why they didn't care that he got away with stuff like that and they said it was because he was from Barcelona! Everyone seemed to think that his home town was a perfectly good excuse for all the weird stuff he does!
O.K. I admit the fact he came from an eccentric South American city does explain some stuff, but not all of it right? What's worse is that he keeps calling me Doc and every time I try to correct him he just nods and walks off. It's so frustrating having to sit in the same room with him. Not to mention the fact that he thinks he's a god or something so he continues to call me inferior and stupid. There's only so much one person can take. I followed him the one time he got sent to the office. He and his friend were talking and once the door opened the girl he was with stared randomly gargling. They stepped inside and he started going on about how her uncle thought that he was St. Jahosefat and that he was related to a guy that fiddled while Rome burned. What's even stranger is that he suddenly started singing that they were a part of the cult of the chilly pepper mole people, while standing on his head mind you and his friend started shouting 'WHOOP!' repeatedly during her role on the floor. The principal didn't know what to do but stare and excuse them from the office.
Once they exited the office they started cracking up and he was like 'She thinks we're totally insane, now we can do whatever.' How lame is that! He just played the school system like a sap just so he won't be held applicable for his actions. I am willing to bet that he'll do the same thing for High school. Meaning if I want to get any justice I'll have to do it with my own two hands. I just hope I won't have to and that he'll leave me alone. Unfortunately that is about as likely as finding a diamond in my breakfast cereal.
Dib heard Gaz call him down to dinner. "I'll be right there!" Dib called, "I guess I'll have to read the rest of this later." Dib said aloud as he pocketed the book. "I really need to stop talking to myself." To Dib this new found book was really interesting so far, and he was a little curious about how the author's problem with Axis would end. If only he knew who wrote it he would have a clue as to who put it up there to be forgotten. "Hey Gaz, I found this book and-"
"Just eat your beans Dib so I don't have to see your face any more." Gaz growled while playing her game slave. Dib shoveled the beans like he did with the potatoes at school. The sooner you get them down, the better off you'd be. Dib ran upstairs and opened the book again reading the next entry.
I was a little late for the first day of high school today. Sometimes I wonder why they don't start school after lunch. It has been proven to be better for students. If only more people paid attention to science instead of thinking it's for nerds and losers, but I am getting off track. I had made it to school ground just before they closed the door, which by the way, were closing as I walked to class. That's when I heard a girl's voice from above.
"Watch out!" I turned just in time to have a roller skate smash into my face. Some weird girl had succeeded in stepping on my face, knocking me to the ground in the process. I briefly saw colorful hair and a white uniform as the girl ran off. I remained however on the pavement in major pain; I have two black eyes from where her skate collided with my goggles. That was about the time I met the first person who treated me like a human, I guess he's my friend now. I don't really know though… I never really had much time to socialize as becoming an inventor is serious work. Not that I'm all that good right now. I still can't fix the toaster in my kitchen.
"Oh my gosh! I saw the whole thing. Are you O.K.?" This person who helped me had cotton candy colored hair and some rhinestones near his right eye. I say 'his' loosely since I can't for the life of me figure out which gender he really is and asking a question like that would be just plain rude. "I'm Hollywood! But most people call me by my last name Rain." He said, helping me to my feet.
"Hollywood Rain?" I asked.
"Pretty weird name hunh? What should I call you?"
"Doc." I said, that's right. I got so used to Axis calling me it that it just came out. Now I really want to hurt him ,becauseif he didn't do that the whole time in middle school, it wouldn't have stuck to me like glue. "Come on," I continued , already walking ahead, "we need to get to the opening ceremony." I walked with Rain to the mess hall. Our school was separated into two classes, the morning class and the afternoon class. That was before I came here. Apparently, there weren't enough students in the afternoon class to reason having separate classes. At least that's what they told us, but I think the school is suffering in the finance department because there aren't any new uniforms. I sat in the stands to watch the cheerleaders bounce around when all of a sudden a girl came out of the audience in a neon purple and lime green outfit with a weird symbol on it. She danced and sang a song in a foreign language. I still can't believe it took me half the song to realize that she was the girl who stepped on me. I was livid and somehow (I don't remember how) I ended up on the court with her, "You're the girl who stepped on my face this morning! And why? To do some stupid stunt to get attention!"
"Hey," she shot back, "it's not like I didn't warn you. You have no one to blame but you and your dirt filled brain."
"You said watch out as your foot slammed into my face!"
"My foot didn't slam into your pathetic face thing, your face got in the way of my foot!"
"You're insane!" I cried at the girl, whose insults did nothing but confuse.
"I'm insane? No, I'm not insane! I am revolutionary!" she struck a triumphant pose as she proclaimed this.
"Your crazy and I'm going to prove it! I'll show the whole school how crazy you really are! Then you'll get locked in the loony bin where you belong!"
"Just try you… you… ga-shquee-ga-sploosh!" she shouted.
"What does that even mean?" I exclaimed, "Did anybody else find that strange?"
"What are you talking about?" a random kid called. I sighed most people are so determined to stay in their safety bubble that they close their own minds. It's kind of sad actually. This is why I'll have to have hard core evidence to convict her. I'll find it and from what I've seen it shouldn't be that hard.
Dib sat back. It was kind of freaky how close he could relate to the author. Sure he wasn't hunting a deranged green alien with delusions of grandeur; he was just hunting a deranged girl with delusions of grandeur which made about as much sense. "I wonder if he actually catches her." Dib wondered aloud.
AN: I hope you enjoy this, reviews are always appreciated. I do not own Invader Zim and sit tight while I work on the next chapter. Beta read by DCFan4EverCSHK.