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So here's the thing: life currently sucks. Why? There's an angry mob trying to locate me, my so-called "friend" might be planning to expose me, and then there's the alien that somehow managed to get involved in all of this. I guess I should explain how this all started.
Shall we start off with the cliche introductions? Yes we shall. I'm Bev, just a plain old, boring twelve year old girl. Curly brown hair, silver eyes, pasty skin. About as average as you can get. Right? Wrong. I guess you could say I come from a VERY long line of... "special" people.
So my story starts on my first day of a new skool. I was heading to my new classroom and everything was going well. Until I stepped foot in the classroom. I opened the door and saw two kids arguing while standing on top of their desks.
"Just admit it, Zim! You're an alien!" The boy furthest right, who had a disturbingly large head, exclaimed.
"LIIIIEEESSS! I'm normal! YOU'RE the weird one, Dib-worm!" The boy I assumed was Zim screamed.
"SILENCE! Class, meet our new doomed student destined to rot here, Bev. Bev, if you have anything to say, say it now, because after this I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER PEEP OUT OF YOU!" The monst- I mean, lady that I assumed was the teacher, Ms. Bitters, screeched. Yeesh... Great introduction... Not.
I searched for words that I thought would be good to say. Speaking in front of people on short notice never was my strong point.
After several ums and stutters, I managed to squeak out a pathetic, "Uh, hi... I'm Bev... I..."
"That was a miserable failure, Bev. Just like I'm sure you'll be," Ms. Bitters interrupted. She scanned the class with a pointed finger until her gaze fell upon a student in the front row who was beside one of the kids that had been arguing earlier. To be more specific, the one with a rather large head.
"YOU! TO THE UNDERGROUND CLASSROOM!" She screeched. With that, a hole opened in the floor and the student fell through it. She gestured to the empty seat that appeared. "Bev, go sit there. NOW!"
Obeying her, I quickly scrambled to the vacant seat. As soon as I sat down, she started ranting about how we were all doomed and such. After a few hours or so, I got deathly bored, so I started looking around the classroom.
All of a sudden, something hit me on the back of my head. Turning towards where it came from, I saw the boy with the large head. Dib, as I believed the green kid called him. He gestured towards my desk, where a wad of paper had landed. I uncrumpled it and read what he had written:
Are you an alien?
Weird question to ask a new student... I scribbled down a "No... Why?" and threw it back at him. He jotted down a response and threw it again. It read:
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT AN ALIEN WOULD SAY!
I gave him a confused look when all of a sudden the lunch bell rang. I stood up and started following the mob that I assumed was heading towards the cafeteria. I turned around and started walking with Dib, not exactly wanting to leave off our conversation at him accusing me of being an alien.
"So you think I'm an alien?" I asked.
"Not really, I was just assuming since the last two new kids we've gotten have been aliens." he replied.
"Sure they have..."
"THEY ARE! See that green kid over there?"
"Ya..."
"HE'S AN ALIEN! PLEASE tell me you know that!"
"He does seem kinda weird..."
"Thank you!" Seeing my opportunity to mess with him, I took action.
"But I don't like to judge a book by it's cover. He probably has a skin condition or something." I replied as we got in the lunch line.
"Aw, c'mon! Why can't just ONE person believe me? JUST ONE!" I realized that this poor kid was probably going to go insane if I continued to mess with him, so I gave it up.
"Nah, I'm just messing with ya!" he sighed with relief.
"So you believe me?"
"Yep,"
"And you don't think that I'm crazy?"
"Maybe just a little bit..."
"... Fair enough. So where are you going to sit?" he asked as I scanned the room for empty tables that were free of hostile eyes.
"I don't know..."
"Do you want to sit with me and my sister?"
"Sure!" I replied, more than happy that I'd already practically made a friend. Sure, he wasn't exactly sane from what I'd seen so far, but then again, who is? He smiled at my acceptance, I was guessing he didn't have a lot of friends... Or any for that matter.
"So this is my sister, Gaz." he said, gesturing towards a purple haired girl that was playing what I assumed to be the Gameslave 2.
"I heard that the Gameslave 3 comes out next month," I said as we sat down. That caused her to pause and look up.
"Do you know anything else?" she asked.
"No, sorry." This earned a grunt and loss of interest. So she wasn't the friendliest person... Not the worst.
"So how are you liking skool so far?" Dib asked. I thought of the screaming alien, the demon teacher, and the eyeball in my lunch. I suddenly had a loss of appetite...
"It's... Interesting." I replied.
"I guess you could say that. So do you believe in the paranormal?"
"Dib, she doesn't care about whatever you have to ramble about." Gaz stated.
"No, that's okay. Ya, I believe in the paranormal." He nearly hit the ceiling from excitement when he heard this.
"Really? Do you have any experiences with it? Have you done any research? Have you-"
"Woah, slow down! Yes, I have had some experiences with it, and I've definitely done some research."
"Really? That's so cool! Could you tell me about it?" I thought about that. Could I tell him about it? Could I trust someone I just met? No, but I can't let him be suspicious.
"Maybe later. Why don't you tell me about some of your research and stuff?" he seemed more than happy about this, and thankfully not at all suspicious. He rambled on and on, even when the bell rang that ended lunch. I was just glad that he, or anybody, wasn't going to find out what I really was any time soon...
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A:N/ Sorry that it's kinda off to a rocky start, it'll get better once I get more into the plot! See if you can guess what she is! Feel free to review, flame, give ideas, potatoes, or constructive criticism! Reviews motivate me to write faster, hint hint!
