[I'm in the mood to write. That happens rarely. Enjoy it while you can. o.O;]



"... and further more, this superior planet was created by--"

Rubbing his magenta-red eyes, the young Irken yawned in boredom. This wasn't extremely exciting to know, nor a subject one wants to have wracked into the head. Nonetheless, he kept his antennae peaked; in case of something to his own importance.

"Zim! Are you paying any attention whatsoever?" The instructor waited for an answer, impatient with a lack of interest in this student.

Rigid, Zim gave a swift salute. "Of course, Sir! Always! Very eager to learn!" He smiled a wide grin.

"Egh..." Disgusted, he went back to pointing out information on a holographic screen. He was worried about the adolescent Irken. He wasn't unknowing of the tiny being's dominating personality and crave for self- power.

It was hopeless.

***

Part I: Pensively Pondering of the Obvious

Now older - not much wiser, mind you - Zim surveyed his temporary Earth arrangements. A degrading pile of filth, but it was his degrading pile of filth. That was all that mattered.

"If I put this in there..." Gir droned on, fascinated by a a set of wires and a few sockets.

"Okay Gir, this is simple: I am going to skool. Do you understand me?"

"Yef..." the SIR unit muttered as he gnawed on a tube-cased wire object.

The Irken raised a claw to his eyes and sighed. "Just don't eat the electrical structures."

"'kay..."

Zim left it at that.

***

"It's bad enough we have to do this project together, but the topic conjures up more discomfort." Dib retorted, watching as Zim thumbed through a text book.

"I agree, Earth worm. Mating rituals of banana slugs... disgusting little things they are. Hideous." Zim glanced at the pages.

"I watched this show once where--"

Zim held up a claw in a silencing positioning. "Nuh-uh, don't speak."

Dib cocked an eyebrow.

[Did that make sense?]

Ms. Bitters was supposedly ill, so Mr. Vasquez was subsituting in place.

"Come my children! Take these vile candies and have your way with a 3 1/2 inch floppy disk!" He paused. "Need to write more comics...."

The bell rang the students freedom, and they ran like sheep.

Zim and Dib eyed a group of young girls bowing. "All hail Jhonen! He owns you!"

"Damn... that's disturbing." The Irken stated.

"Sure is."

Zim scratched his arm. "Uh, don't we know them?"

"Eh..." Dib thought to himself. "Yeah, I think we do."

The two dismissed the subject, going separate ways to separate homes.

Gaz sat, fixated to her GS2, the Zombie hogs gaining on her. Dib threw the door open, causing her to anger more than she already was. She scowled as her older sibling raced up stairs, boots thumping against the steps.

The boy hastily grabbed his laptop and began talking with Agent Darkbootie.

'Seriously... we have to complete a report together. Perhaps I can encourage a study time at his own base.' Dib hurriedly typed to his fellow eyeball.

'Mothman, this is... strange. Are you positive he's an extra- terrestrial?' Darkbootie's reply came on screen, causing Dib to become anxious.

'Of course! Positive! I've seen him when he wasn't incognito! I swear to you, he's an alien!'

Darkbootie seen the exclaimation points and agreed with him, in order to calm the young boy down. 'Alright. We'll keep up with you. I suppose you can stay over there... in case something out of the ordinary occurs.'

Dib smirked to himself as his fingers clicked across the keys. 'Oh, it will. Trust me.'

***



[Note: The group of people were: Zekkie/myself, Cally, Cammi, Corico, Natom, Schroe. Injoke. So shoot meeee. This took an eternity to write, and this is only Part I. Damn, I'm lazy. Nevertheless, I'll do more in the future and also update "Biscuits Always Taste Better with Doom" - the ancient fic rotting away in my asylum files.]