I have to put my Zathura story off for now so I'll just work on my next story.
You have to read Zim's New Ally first cause this is the sequel. Oh ya, and the girl in the story is me. Just pretend I live in the Invader Zim world and I've never watched the show before.
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Dib walked into the class and sat at his desk. He looked over and saw Zim and Julie. They looked so happy together. It just made Dib feel even lonelier. He felt like everyone in the world hated him.
The bell rang and Ms. Bitters slithered into the classroom. "Class, today I'm going to give you another boring lecture on doom." Just then her phone rang. "Yes? No! Not ANOTHER one! Class, to celebrate even more overcrowding at the school. We have another new student."
A girl with shoulder length brown hair walked into the classroom. She wore a blue sweater with a white shirt peeking out the bottom, black pants and black boots.
"Hi," she said. "My names Melissa and I-" She paused and pointed at something. Zim finally realized she was pointing at him. "A-An alien!"
"Oh no," moaned Zita. "Not another crazy person."
Dib tried not to get his hopes up, in case she turned out like Julie or Tak.
"How can you not see he's an alien?" Melissa said. "Look at that green skin! Who in the world has green skin?"
"It's a skin condition," said Zim.
"Really? Where are your nose and ears?"
"That's also part of my skin condition."
"How do you breath and hear?"
"Melissa, go sit down," said Ms. Bitters giving me an angry. She placed her in the middle of the front row, probably to keep a close eye on her.
She looked over at Zim, who was giving her an angry look. She glared at him. She looked at the other side of the room wanting to look out the window. She noticed Dib starring at her. She gave him an obviously fake smile and looked down at her desk.
'Great,' she thought. 'My first day and everyone thinks I'm insane.'
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Woah. Short chapter. Next ones will be longer. I Promise.
Opps. This story was meant to be from my point of view but I forgot and I'm too lazy to change it. It feels funny typing a story about myself like I'm not me… or something.