Chapter 1
So Many Miserable Things
Skool – A supposed place not far off where children come to learn, educate, and prepare themselves for higher purposes . . . somewhat. Inside you can see Miss Bitters teaching her students about doom, and how everything was doomed, and how everyone was doomed and anything related to the word doom. You could also see a kid named Torque bullying other kids for their lunch money.
Anyway, as you can see many of the kids are in the cafeteria getting whatever lunch that was on the menu for today. Some were edible, most were not, and others were unidentifiable. The kids were chatting up a storm, barely touching the food as if it was not even in front of them. But we shall put all of our attention on two kids sitting alone on a table.
One was around the age of ten, he was wearing a black trench coat that looked like it came from the matrix movie, a blue shirt with a grey unsmiling face in the front, black pants, and black boots. His skin was pale and his hair was black with a scythe-shaped style, his head was big and he currently had round glasses over his brown colored eyes. He is currently talking to the girl next to him, trying to coax a response out of her.
The other was around the age of nine, and slightly smaller than the boy next to her. She was wearing a black dress over a grey sweater with striped sleeves, hot pink striped stockings, black shoes, and is wearing a skull shaped necklace. She was just as pale as the boy next to her, her hair was purple and looked as if it was a mouth with fangs surrounding her head, and her eyes was currently squinted hiding away her amber eyes. She was trying to ignore the boy next to her, but without any distractions she had no choice but to listen. She appears really agitated and upset, and here's why.
Gaz's POV
The world must hate me right now, because everything is just plain dreadful. My morning was horrible; I had no sleep because I was this close to beating the high score of Vampire Piggy. Unfortunately, I was not able to defeat it because by the time I realized it, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning and I had to get ready for Skool. To make matters worse, my game died on me when I was just a few points away from beating it. I hadn't saved it, nor did I bring any spare batteries with me to skool, so it's still dead. This brought me great displeasure when arriving into Mr. Elliot's class with nothing to ease my boredom, as well as distraction when arriving to lunch with a talkative Dib.
Dib was talking to me nonstop as we grabbed our lunches and headed to our table. Apparently Zim didn't appear in class today and got Dib on high alert for potential signs of any invading schemes that Zim might bring about. He's also talking to me about how he will finally get undeniable proof of Zim's existence of being an alien. He's discussing the plans right now actually, which makes me even madder that I'm actually listening to him at all.
"So Gaz, what do you think?" Dib has been asking for my opinion on all of his plans for getting proof and actually stopping Zim's plans for invading Earth all lunch hour. I was getting ticked off as he keeps asking that same question over again and again. Each plan got even more unintelligent the more he came up with one.
"I think it's stupid." That was my reply to every single one of them, just knowing I was actually responding to his questions makes me want to throw something at that big head of his.
"Oh come on Gaz, don't tell me that going into Zim's base and destroying whatever plans he has up his sleeves, as well as videotaping him without his disguise as well as throwing whatever my lunch is, is stupid." Dib had his eyes narrowed; apparently he's annoyed with me constantly down grading his plans.
Have to admit, even though the whole thing is still stupid, but it would be pretty hilarious if his plan would actually succeed.
"It's still stupid, Dib. Are you sure that big head of yours isn't filled with hot air?"
"My head's not big, it's normal size!" He suddenly was standing up on the table and pointing at me with the accusing finger that he would usually do when Zim's around. I stared at the thing menacingly and with as much calmness in my voice as possible began to speak.
"Finger, Dib." He instantly retracted the finger and got back to his seat no longer talking to me. Which to me was a relief; I can only tolerate so much noise without my GameSlave 2.
He keeps denying it, but even dad says he has a big head, so why can't he admit it for once? Maybe if he had more hair it would be better looking and normal looking for once. And maybe he can get rid of that trench coat too. It's starting annoy me the way he would always try to look heroic in that thing. He acts like he's Super Man or some other spandex hero with a cape.
But then again if I told him that he would tell me to get rid of something in return, because the trench coat is somewhat special to him. And I rather not get rid of my skull necklace, it's the only other thing I hold dear to me besides my GameSlave and I rather not lose either.
It was quiet for a while, lunch was almost over even. If Dib can keep quiet till then, I might actually survive this day.
"Gaz?" I sighed. So much for keeping quiet, might as well suck it up and get this over with.
"What is it now, Dib?" I can tell he was hesitating on telling me, but he's already got my attention so he might as well speak.
"I have a bad feeling about today." Great, nothing better than ending lunch with more talk of 'Zim plots' vibes from the only person who seems to have it.
"Just be quiet, Dib." Well enough was enough, time for this to end.
"But-"
"Quiet!"
Then everything was silent. Silence, sweet silence.
BANG!
Then there was the alien himself ruining the silence for me, Zim.
PureFlowerSand: This is a revised version of Chapter 1 of My Doomed World. It's longer, more descriptive, and overall better than the other one. So please read and review, I would surly appreciate some honest critique right now.
Gaz: You need it. The chapter might be better and a little bit longer, but it's still short. You also have the other three chapters to fix as well as updating new ones before you can go ahead and celebrate.
PureFlowerSand: Fine, whatever. Just give the disclaimers so I can go ahead and 'fix' and update other chapters.
Gaz: PureFlowerSand does not nor will she ever own Invader Zim and its casts.
PureFlowerSand: You still wound me as ever Gaz. Well to the next chapter!
