Invader Zim: A Bit of help: Chapter 1
BWEEEEE BWEEE BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"Piggies! My one and only wish! It came truuuuuuuuuuue!" Bit exclaimed in crazed delight one fateful morning, as she jumped up and out of bed, and bashed her head on the ceiling.
"Ow..." She rubbed her head as she fell back down on her bed. Having noticed the plush surface beneath her, she came to an obvious realization, "Oh! I was sleeping. Musta just been my alarm then!"She looked over at her phone which was still emitting loud swinish squeals and reached over to her nightstand to turn it off. "I'm such a silly billy sometimes!" She said, giggling to herself hysterically.
Bit then got up and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Not actual food, mind you! But a drink which she had prepared earlier.
The drink in question was actually more of a...concoction of Bit's own creation. What was it you ask? Well, Bit had a bit of a history with it-
"GO GO JUICE!" the girl exclaimed, opening the fridge.
Please let me finish.
"I'm sowwy!" Bit replied to the narrator.
...Anyway...As you probably heard: It was go-go juice.
After seeing it on the Honey Boo-Boo show, Bit had decided that it would be a good idea to make some herself. On the show, the ingredients had consisted of various energy drinks and unhealthy fizzy beverages-
"And my favorite soda, mountain mist!" She reminded the narrator.
Yes, mountain "mist". I'm getting to that bit, Bit. As I was saying, Bit changed the ingredients up. I believe there was the usual mix of energy drinks, but then there were also some other additions-
"I put in a bit of ginger root! So I won't have a soul! So I can go on eating piggies!" The girl continued with a toothy grin.
*sigh* Yes, what she just said. Please don't interrupt me this time.
After she made go-go juice for the first time, her guardian and grandmother, Gam, did not approve. She said it was unhealthy to drink such "graywater". Gam then tried to dump it down the drain. This, unfortunately, resulted in the pipes being clogged by the mucilaginous substance and she had to pay a exorbitant sum to have them replaced.
"She yelled at me for weeks! Good times! But now she's moved on to other things!"
Yep... When Bit made her "go-go juice" another time. Gam had endeavored to eradicate such expenditures. Instead of dumping it anywhere near the interior of her home, she had dumped it outside. That soon proved to be a catastrophically bad idea, as, soon after, fire ants had gathered around the syrupy goop and just as quickly infested their home completely.
"That's why we moved here! To get away from those horrible bugs! The increasingly aggravating girl explained.
"Hey! That's not nice!" Bit indignantly exclaimed.
Bit's little mess-up forced her grandmother to have them move away from their quiet home in a small peaceful town. Wanting a change of scenery, Gam found them an apartment located in the big city where they now live-
"Blah blah blah, it's all Bit's fault-" The girl started to nag the narrator.
Hey! I'm just doing my job. People like stories written in the third person where they can see THE NARRATOR'S perspectives on things.
"You're no fun! And I'll have ya know, I don't really give a flying pig about that!" She glares.
You should! Or else this story's going to get little to no views!
"Whatever. You're just a hater. Bye bye narrator! Enjoy your doom!" The girl grins demonically as she waves evilly.
What?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SOMEONE HELP ME!
'Mwahahaha, they're gone! I changed the point of view!'
None of this was canon, okay readers? Well, except the part with me waking up. But all the self-aware stuff up to this point tooootally wasn't. Now let's get on with the story from MY point of view this time!
Bit's POV (present)
I blink.
I'm looking into my refrigerator at the container of go-go juice. 'Guess I spaced out for a moment there.'
I glance at my phone which I've had in my hand the entire time. It's 7:00 AM already!
"Oh no! Golly gee willikers! I'm gonna be late for the bus on my first day of skool!"
I gulp down a glass of delicious ggj. Then I decide I'm gonna need some extra pep to get to the bus stop on time and down another glass.
Then I impulsively think that Gam will be pissed if she sees that I made more- (she probably didn't notice it before cause' I put it in a big soda bottle and it seemed like a normal drink, but if she notices later, it'll mean bad news.) -and I gulp down the rest straight from the bottle, disposing of it in the recycle bin.
I get ready for the day as quickly as I can, -only stopping to grab my backpack full of stuff and my phone- and haste out the door to the bus stop Gam had shown me earlier. ''Cause I'm obviously too stupid to use Giggle maps.'
"Teehee. GIGGLE maps!.." I laugh to myself as I run.
When I get to the bus stop, the skool bus is already there and the doors are open. Some kids are walking onto the bus. I run and just barely make it onto the bus myself. However, this having been the city bus stop where all the kids get on, there are only a few seats left. Most of these kids probably have their own favorite spots already too. But I wouldn't since I transferred schools a week after school started.
Some seats next to the bus driver are some of the free ones. I'd guess it's obviously because the kids don't want to be seen next to the driver because, in the same way as with being the "teacher's pet", you can't be seen anywhere near the driver without being thought of as a loser.
'Oh well!'
I sit down next to the bus driver and set my backpack onto the seat next to me, since it's a two-seater. I open my backpack and duck down to rummage inside it better and that's when a spitball goes whooshing over my head.
It hits and gunks the area next to the driver, but he doesn't notice at all. Actually, the driver seems totally spaced out and I think he's drooling? Eugh...
Anyway! I don't glance back at whoever shot the spitball. 'They aren't the kind of people who are worth acknowledging! Because they are total wipes!'
Instead, I just decide to switch seats. I pick up my backpack and walk down the moving bus' corridor. As I do, some kid sticks out his leg to trip me. I hop over it and ignore the jerkwad, but they yell after me,
"GIT REKT NEEEEEEEW KIIIIIIID!1!11!"
'Get rekt? Really? Now, I may be childish, but even I wouldn't say something so..nooby. Like, the first thing that comes to mind is some kid who's just won a round of call of doody for the first time or something. They're obviously quite the amateur at what they do.'
I turn around and snort in this snot-nosed brat's face. Looking him straight in the eyes, with a maniacal grin, I yell, "Kid, did you even wipe this morning! Cuz you're so full of it, dookie seems to be dripping out your nose. HAH!"
And with that, I turn on my heel and trot off down the corridor again, leaving the kid stumbling for a reply and a few other kids laughing behind me. I'd consider that a victory.
As I'm walking down the corridor again, I notice a kid sitting around the middle of the bus. It's a girl with purple pigtails and extremely prominent braces. What catches my attention is that she has her backpack on the seat next to her, meaning it's free.
"Hi there!" I smile at the girl. "Mind if I sit there?" I ask, gesturing towards the spot where she has her backpack.
"No, not really..." She says, slightly moving over and taking her backpack as well.
"Thanks a bunch! Uhhhh...what's-yer-name?" I phrase it as a question near the end. Smiling widely as I do so.
"Oh um..." She starts. "It's Gretchen..."
"Gretchen huh? I think that's a German name! Hey, mind if I call ya Gret tho? It's shorter!" I carry on the conversation enthusiastically.
"That's fine with me..." She says quietly and stops.
"So, Gret! Do you take the bus every day?" I ask.
"Yeah..."
"That's great! Can I sit next to you every day from now on then?"
"..." She doesn't say anything, so I look towards her. She seems kind of crestfallen.
"Hey! If it's not okay with you, go ahead and tell me! I don't bite." I say in a more friendly manner.
"Sorry, it's just...You'll probably change your mind..." She says, seemingly putting herself down.
"Whaddya mean?" I ask, more than a little surprised.
"I'm one of the rejects...at skool I mean. You wouldn't want to be seen hanging around me." She replies dejectedly.
I blink. "Look, I don't care about that! You see what I did to that odious cretin back there? Not. Giving. One. Care."
"That was pretty cool of you..." And now, she finally smiles back. I grin wider.
"Heck yeah it was! And it was totally awesome of you to let me have a seat! So, are we cool now?"
"We're...cool..." Gretchen says smiling after hesitating a bit. Almost like the word, "cool" is completely foreign to her.
We spend the rest of the bus ride just chatting. I finally tell her my name and then I ask her what her interests are. She tells me she likes soccer and drawing, but she isn't that great at drawing. I know she's probably just putting herself down though.
I tell her I like gaming, and tell her I should show her my Gameslave sometime. Then, I impatiently ask how much longer the bus ride will be and when she says we're almost there, I change the subject to skool. Asking what her favorite subject is. She tells me they don't have art and instead have "taxidermy" class, so she doesn't really have a favorite subject. When I ask why, she tells me she doesn't have any friends. And it's implied that skool is miserable for her because of that one fact. Not just implied actually, it's basically an unspoken fact.
"Everyone just...hates me..." She says, seeming close to tears.
I know exactly how she feels, though she'll never know that.
"I'll be your friend!" I give her a crazed, toothy grin.
"You...will?.. Even after...you know..."
"Of course Gret! After all, you're already my best buddy so far, amirite?" I grin wider.
"...Thank you..." She murmers.
I secretly feel empowered.
"Don't mention it!"
The bus pulls up beside the skool and Gretchen and I wait for everyone to get off before getting up ourselves. When we're off the bus, Gret speaks up.
"The skool bell will ring...in 15 minutes," She says, checking her phone.
"Oh! Gam said I'd need to go get my schedule and stuff from the main office! Do you know where it is?" I inquire.
"Yeah... I can take you there." She smiles.
We walk through the skoolyard. A lot of the kids stare as we pass and I get the bright idea to wave to them, purposely drawing attention to myself as I make sure to stare at all of them as well. As soon as they see me waving, they all begin to look away. Good riddance.
We head to the office. We get there in pretty much one second since it's almost at the entrance and the door even has a label on top of it stating it's the office.
"Gee Gret, I coulda found this place myself, ya know." I deadpan. Gretchen seems flustered by my comment.
"Sorry..." She says.
"You don't have to apologize for wanting to spend more time with me! ..." I say jokingly, but I trail off, seeing Gretchen's expression.
"Wait...was that...actually the case?" I say, a little surprised.
"..." She looks down.
"Hah! Imagine that!" I say, then try to laugh off her embarrassment, but when she doesn't join in, I get a bit worried.
"Hey... Don't worry about it so much!" I beam at her. "I'm glad you wanted to come with me! Shows that you're a keeper!" I wink.
"..."
"Seriously Gret! It's fine, don't-"
Suddenly, she turns and she runs, and I mean, dashes away. I only have time to blink before I reach out an arm and yell, "GRETCHEN! WAIT!" But she's gone.
I don't go after her though. I know from experience that she probably wants to be left alone right now. And it's not like I know where she went. Begrudgingly, I accept it's best that I talk to her later.
I allow myself to let out a single sigh. Then, I straighten myself and force myself to smile again. I have to keep smiling.
Just before I reach the office door, it opens and the snoot-face from the bus runs straight into me! He displays utmost hideousness on his mug and wheezes into my face, "your first and last day, loser doozer," before triumphantly walking away.
I look back at that bum-wipe for only a moment before I knock on the office door with the expression of joy still somewhat preserved on my face.
I hear "come in". I enter and say to the gentleman sitting there, "hiya! I'm the new student. I'm here for my schedule!" Shock, the expression on the man's face, as he hears this simple statement. His smile instantly metamorphosizes into an expression of unmitigated displeasure. My smile slightly falters. 'Uh-oh.'
Author's Note: I know I should be working on my other stories (especially my Miraculous Ladybug one), but you guys have to understand, Invader Zim is my favorite cartoon ever! :D And well, I started writing a fanfic when I was 11 and I always wanted to get back to writing an Invader Zim story again. So please, favorite, follow and review if you enjoy this story so I know it was worth the time! :)
Also, if anyone has time of their own, I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism so I can improve my writing for all of you! :)