Most chapters will be short. This IS zadr so read at your own risk. I DO NOT own invader Zim or anything related in it (jhonen vasquez does). I spell hi-skool like this on purpose. Enjoy :)
It started the day Zim came back. I had already realized and accepted that I needed him. But it wasn't until the day he came back that I realized he needed me. And it wasn't until the day he came back that I realized how much I hated the tallest.
"shut up and sit down!" Ms. Bitters yelled and the student got quiet. I stared out the window, paying no attention to the lesson she taught. It was already the last year of Hi-skool and it was probably the worst year of my life. If Gaz hated me before she loathed me now. Professor membrane moved into his lab and hasn't been home since first year of Hi-skool. But not before giving me the heads up of just being another one of his experiments. And of course Zim was gone.
I looked over at the empty desk that should have held a pissy fitted, boastful, arrogant, narcissistic, and lovable little Zim. Aka my best and only friend. The summer before my fifteenth birthday Zim and I had put on a momentary truce. He was getting weird transmission from his tallests and I was getting fed up of protecting these stupid people. One night he was acting weirder than usually and asked me how hard do you have to believe in something to make it true. I told him enough to risk your life for it. That was the last time I saw him.
A paper ball hit my head and a few kids snickered. Idiots.
When he left, the first week was nothing but suspicion. The next week was boredom. And the third I was actually worried. I went to his house to find only an empty lot with a sticky note in the dirt that read "risk taken" in irken. The month following was doubting myself. Everyone forgot about him and the only proof I had was a couple of small scars from fights and that sticky note. That was when I was fifteen I'm eighteen one week nineteen now, I realized my only friend was an alien that might not have existed, I've given up on earth, and my sanity is being held by a sticky note crammed in my binder. I tuned back into the lesson.
"so get your fingers out of your noses and look so what humane for our new foreign exchange student" I sat up knocking over a few paper airplanes and balls I didn't catch before and nearly stared at the kid cringing next to Ms. Bitters.
No way.