Author's Note: Okay, so I'm back with a second ZAGR story. My first one hasn't gotten very much feedback so I'm not sure if I'll continue it or not. This one is completely different. It will be a bit more light-hearted and easier for the reader to relate to. Some of the characters, especially Zim will seem very OOC, but the reason for their behavior will be explained in later chapters.

Let me know if you guys like it and want it to be continued.

I don't own Invader Zim, obviously.

Invisible

A long sigh excaped Gaz's lips as she stared at the school building that stood before her. Oh high school, how she loathed it so. She mentally prepared herself for the teasing, pushing and pranks she was about to experience when she walked through the doors. Growing up, Gaz thought that all of those television shows were over-exaggerating when they showed the labeled '"loser" kid being picked on. Never in a million years would she think young adults would act that way to their peers.

Was she ever wrong...

"Ugh!" She cried out as she felt a harsh shove from behind. Great, she wasn't wvwn inside the wretched building and the torment had already started.

"Geez! Why don't you move out of the way? Freak!" A teenage boy shouted at her as he passed. He high-fived one of his friends as they both laughed hysterically.

Did they really think it was that funny? What happened to the human population? She pursed her lips as she forced her legs to move. It was days like these she wished that her father wasn't so busy so that just maybe he could homeschool her. A girl can wish, right?

Gaz tried to make herself as invisible as possible while she walked down the hallway toward her locker. She dodged and ducked, careful not to get in the way of any of the "popular" kids. She knew that if she so much as glanced at one of them they would make her life a living hell.

Finally, she had finally made it to her locker. She entered the combination and it easily clicked open. Ugh, physics, quite possibly the worst class you could have at 7:45 in the morning. She pulled the large textbook out of her locker, along with a composition notebook she kept all of her notes in.

When she closed the locker door she could feel eyes searing into her. Another sigh. This was going to suck. She turned to face a group of three girls. They were all very attractive girls, the one standing in front the best looking out of all three. Her gorgeous blonde locks cascaded gracefully down her back. Her skin, make-up and nails always looked flawless. She wore a light blue dress that did an amazing job of bringing out her beautiful eyes. It looked as if a hollywood style and make-up team got her ready every morning before school.

"Hey Gaz." The girl said. She made sure to emphasize the second word as cruelly as she could. Gaz stood silently, wishing so badly she could just sink into the floor and disappear forever.

"Nice outfit, the bland plaid really goes well with your personality. And the pigtails, definitely a nice touch." The girl continued. She and her friends giggled loudly as they stared at the violet haired girl. "See you around loser."

Gaz watched as they walked past her. As much as the young woman didn't want to admit it, her words stung. Not just because she was Tiffany Carter, head cheerleader and most popular girl in the entire school. Not because every boy in school wanted her and every girl wanted to be her. They stung because just four years ago they had been best friends, inseperable. It seemed like they spent every ounce of freetime together that they could. And now...now Tiffany couldn't even look in her direction without sneering.

It was amazing how a letterman's jacket and a set of pom-poms could change someone so drastically. Highschool had stopped being a learning institution a long time ago. Now it was just some never-ending popularity contest.

The first bell rang, warning the students that they should start heading to class. Gaz clutched her books tightly as she tried to maneuver through the crowded hallways. It was like a fish trying to swim upstream. After about a minute or so she finally saw the entrance to the classroom.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she headed towards the doorway. Not paying attention, she ran right into somebody. Her books hit the floor with a loud thud. "Oh gosh...I'm sorry." Gaz said quietly as she dropped to her knees to gether her belongings. She silently prayed it wasn't Tiffany or one of her plastic robot followers.

She saw a hand reach out to help her. Her heart stopped for a moment. She recognized the green skin all too well. This was worse...sooo much worse. She took it all back, even Tiffany would have been better than this. Gaz quickly gathered her things and stood up. She kept her eyes low, not looking straight at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, actually sounding concerned. She nodded her head vigorously. "Mhmm. I'm fine. I'm sorry." Was her very short reply. He nodded his head, obviously a bit confused by her actions and then headed down the hallway.

Before he was out of sight, Gaz turned around and watched him disappear. She couldn't believe she had just run into him. "Zim."