I sat up in my seat; I must've fallen asleep during class, because everyone was gone.
I stood up and began to collect my stuff, when I saw Dib, still in his desk, asleep.
I walked over and poked his humungous head, he didn't stir.
"Dib-filth," I said, "It's Zim, and you're unconscious, wake up and amuse Zim."
The human only shifted, causing his hair to bounce around.
I looked around, then poked his hair, Invaders were supposed to study the enemy race, right?
Dib's hair bounced up and down a bit from the light poke.
This was amazing; his hair defied this planet's gravity.
I poked his hair again, half of me expecting him to wake up.
I watched as his hair bounced up and down again. The Dib's hair was almost as amazing as me, Zim!
I grabbed his hair, and winced, ready for him to wake up.
Dib-stink's hair wasn't as sensitive as Irken antenna, figures.
Wait, why was I comparing Dib to my race? He didn't deserve that!
I quickly pulled my hand back, as if Dib's hair was water.
Ugh, my enemy looked so… Fragile, when he was sleeping like that. Fragile, defenseless, dainty, so many Earth words could've described him, even childish!
I quickly poked Dib's hair again, by Earth standards, he could be called, 'cute,' like a smeet.
I bent down and whispered in his large satellite thingies, "Zim will let you live when I destroy Earth."
I quickly got up and ran off, before my mouth could get me into any more trouble.
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