This is my first fanfiction- ever! So please don't bomb my house with pork-cows! I love everyone who leaves a reveiw! They will all get a puppy and a cookie! Thank you everyone! :)
~Invader Akt
PROLOUGE-
So get this, I'm just a normal girl, right? So how did my life get so screwed up so quickly? I probably all started when I was born. My parents were, well, I never knew them. I don't know whether they died, whether they gave me up, not a clue. All I knew was that I'd grown up without parents, leaving me only with a first and middle name, and a stuffed animal. It was a toy puppy, and it was a deep shade of cocoa brown. I had named it Joy, because it always brought me joy to know it was from my real parents, all I had left of them. And it was the only thing that made made living in a foster home worth while.
From home to home, it was always the same. No one ever wanted me. I was always the reject. And for a pretty good reason probably.
I have no hair.
I know what you're thinking: Doesn't it ever grow? The answer is no. And no, I don't have any disease either. I'm clear, pure, disease free. Sure, I wear wigs from time to time, but it gets SO itchy, and plus, it's like lying about myself. I'm just weird that way I guess.
So when someone in a city I'D never heard of decided to adopt me, I was much more than thankful and happy. I'd finally have a last name to tag onto my first and middle name.
Soon, I became Miss Rosella Allison Marine. My new parents seemed nice enough. My mom seems pretty normal, and my dad too. Man, I'll have to get used to using those words; mom and dad! But one thing is weird, it seems... odd here, more animated, you might say.
My mom imediatly took me wig shopping (ugh!) and soon, we agreed on a nice, light blond, with blue streaks in it. It seemed everyone at some schools I'd gone to had that hairstyle, or something close to that anyways.
Well, I guess the screwed uppiness must have REALLY started to kick in on my first day of school...
CHAPTER #1- Unbelievable
The first day of school. My stomach churned as I watched from my cardoor window. Everyone here had really weird hair too, but it was all dark shades. There were almost no blondes in sight. I didn't want to stick out TOO much, right?
"Kirsten- I mean, mom? Are you SURE I have to school?" I moaned as I watched one kid pour something only described as brown goo on anothers head, and then they both began to play in it. Ew! I hugged Joy close to me, as if to reassure myself.
"Honey, I know it's your first day of school, but yes, you'll enjoy yourself," My mom said sweetly, then proceeded to shove me out the car. I stumbled, and looked back, but my mom had already began to speed away down the street. I looked at the other kids. Their clothes were pretty normal, but dark, like their hair. My dark jeans, small baby pink flats, and sparkling green shirt didn't seem to match very well. I bit my lip, worried.
I looked at the school, and got REALLY worried. The sign on the front read SKOOL. No name, no adress, no GO TEAM! banners, and the even spelled the name wrong! Maybe I'd be too smart to go here, and I could just stay home. I don't really socialize well with others.
I took one deep breaths, a couple of blinks, and took one step. So far so good. Two steps. Three. Soon, I was counting each step. But on step seventeen, something hard hit me in the back of my head. Soon, I felt wetness seeping through the wig. At first, to my horror, I thought it was blood, but after grabbing the blue material stuck to my wig, I realized it was a water balloon.
Then I heard the laughing. They were already making fun of me. I knew this was a bad idea. I couldn't help it. I started to cry. I ran all the way into the skool and hugged Joy close it myself. I didn't look back, even when someone called, "No! Wait! It was an accident! I was trying to hit the alien!"
I navigated my way to a nearby bathroom, and realizing it was the worst smell I'd smelled in my life, and plugged my nose tight, wishing I was born without a nose instead of without hair. After gagging repeatedly, I put Joy in my backpack so she wouldn't get dirty and looked into the mirror. Under all the crud and slime, I could see myself barely.
But once I adjusted my wig, straightend my makeup, and calmed down, I walked out, toughly. No more Miss Nice-Rosella. I could do anything. I braved evil foster parents, brothers and sisters. I could do ANYTHING! I just wouldn't show an ounce of kindness to anyone else.
After wandering around for a bit, I found the office and checked in. The office ladies looked all pissed for no reason, and I started to get that weird feeling in my gut again. I wished I could disapear.
"Erm, I'm Rosella-" I began, but the lady snarled, inturpting me.
"Report to Ms. Bitters class, Room 207" They said and shoved me out. My goodness! I was getting tired of people shoving me! I stomped down the hall. Ms. Bitters, that sounded aweful. What a wretched name!
And when I arived, the name spoke for itself. An old, ugy lady, who looked rather like a serpent, glared at me as I walked in. "Are- are you Ms. Bitters?" I asked, kind of scared, kind of hoping I got the wrong class number and that there was a nice teacher who would wear pink and frolick in tu-tus all day. Okay, scratch that. I was going to die either way.
But no such wretched luck. "Yes. I suppose YOU are Rosella or something?"She pointed a long finger to a student sitting in the front row. "You, whatever your name is. You are being transfered to the underground classroom." And with that, she pressed a button on her desk and a trap door underneath the desk fell, sending a screaming child down, and it was replaced with a ownerless-chair and desk.
"Oh, my gosh! Where did he go? Is that SAFE? We have to go-" I began, amazemed at how calm the class was about that. Ms. Bitters gave me a glare that lead up to her name.
"You! Go sit in whats-his-face's spot!" Ms. Bitters shreiked. I imediatly took my place. Ms. Bitters gave me a final glare, then began a lesson.
"Today's lesson, class, is the art of talking. To learn, you may socialie with your peers. Now go, while I stude the art of nap." And with that, the old hag was asleep. I blinked. The rest of the class moved, suddenly talking to one another. I gave a sharp intake in breath and looked around.
There was a lot of kid's I'd seen on the playground before school including brown-goo kids and a number of crazy hair kids too. The only others that didn't seem to be talking were the other two in the front row. To my left, a kid dressed in what I would describe as emo clothes and glasses. His hair was all spkied up in some weird, funky way with probably a million pounds of gel. To my right was a kid equally, if not more, strange. His hair was all Elvis-y and shiny, and it looked like he was wearing a pink dress with black pants. Odd for a boy... but the weirdest part was probably his green skin.
I mean, I have a hair problom, and some people have been born with more than two arms and stuff, but I've never heard of anyone with green skin before. My first thought was Alien!
But then, No, he couldn't be ALIEN, even if he WAS wearing a pink dress.
I decided to talk to green-skin guy, because I was currious to see what was with the greenness. He seemed to be glaring the kid on the other side of me in a weird way, like they were trading mean thoughts.
"Hello? Um, kid?" I asked, waving at him. He kept glaring. "Hello? HEY!" I punched him lightly on his arm. It must not have been so lightly, because it woke him up from the trance and exclaimed "Ouch! Who DARES punch the arm of ZIIIM?" I kind of stumbled, even though I was sitting down.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to punch you THAT hard.." I mumbled. The odd boy focused on me. I shifted my weight from my left thiegh to my right awquardly. "So, ummm, my name is Rosella," I said, offering my hand.
The boy stared at it, not taking it. I took it back angrily. "Okay, what's your deal? Are you guys ALL this weird here? You shake hands, not STARE at everything in sight!" I lectured. The green kid narrowed his eyes at me and stood up on his chair.
"How DARE you insult ZIM! I shall NOT be insulted by this NORMAL earth teasing!" He screamed and sat down. I stared at him in disbeilief.
"Is everyone here like this?" I asked out loud. The boy shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm normal, you know," He said calmly. I turned exasperated and looked at the black haired kid. He looked at the green kid, then at me.
"Don't mind Zim, he's an alien," He said. I just closed my eyes and shook my head.
"My life is SO over," I moaned. Or, at least what was left of it anyways.
"What?" The kid asked. At least he was showing some interest in my feelings at all. I opened my eyes.
"It's just that everyone here is so... weird!" I struggled to find a word, and even weird seemed like a nice compliment to these people. "Everyone is shoving me, people laugh at me, that kid over there ("Zim" The boy corrected. "Okay, ZIM!) is acting all weirdish and now you're saying he's an alien! Where did my old life go?" I complained. The kid shook his head.
"No, really! He IS an alien, he's trying to destory earth as we speak! I'm devoting my life to stopping him! I will not rest until he has been cut open and his guts have-"
"Whoa! TMI alert! Stop RIGHT there! I don't want to know any more. Well, since you're the only one who's shown me some kindness, my name's Rosella." Extending my arm cautiously.
He took it though, and shook my hand. "I'm Dib." He said.
"Oh, you mean like the ice cream, Dibs?" I asked. He got this weird look on his face.
"No, the only ice cream we have is Poop ice cream," He said in a "Duh-everyone-knows-that" kind of way.
"Er, well, nice to meet you, Dib." I said and smiled, despite my embaressment and discust for something with the name Poop. "So, how can you prove Zim's really an alien?" He rolled his eyes.
"Easy, first off-" But he was cut off by Ms. Bitters.
"LUNCH BREAK!" She screached and I shrugged at Dib.
"Explain at lunch, okay?" I asked. He looked shocked.
"You mean you'd sit with me? At MY table?" He looked overjoyed.
I shrugged again. "Why not?" I asked and headed down to where the cafeteria was supposed to be. Sure, the Dib kid may be crazy, but at least he was talking to me like I'm human. And speaking of humans, who is Zim really? I guess I'll have to wait until lunch.
HOPE YOU LIKED IT
Remeber to add my story, reveiw, and wait for more Rosella, Zim, and Dib!
~INVADER AKT~