CrazyA: Here it is!!
Zim: What is this? Why is my communication typed in these funny letter things?
CrazyA: This is my neat Invader Zim story... that will be a slight musical... But don't worry, it isn't MarySue. It's just coated with crack. Which I guess is what Jhonen would've wanted...
Zim: Who the heck are those guys? *pointing at Jack and Joker*
J & J: ONE OF US! ONE OF US!
CrazyA: I have NO idea... *hides face*
1. Meet Jay
Every day, the exact same routine.
Follow a child to school, hiding in shadows each and every time of course. Then stand outside of the classroom, staring inside. Sit under the shade of the tree, stare into the classroom of the day, watch with earnest eyes as they ate their horribly-cooked lunches.
But only because the consumers were her lunch.
And then when they'd go out to play, she's hide up in the tree and read old history books on her kind. Duckula, Talking with a Fanged Monster...
...but never ever would she read Twi-moon again. That was just a load of bull.
Then the bell would go and she'd move back over to her spot at the window. And so she'd begin the cycle once again, staring into classes and trying to learn as much as she could.
She had been doing this every day for the past two-hundred years. She had watched mankind grow and develop, each time bringing themselves down another few notches. Two steps forward, three steps back. Kind of sad if you thought about it. Every time she got bored of a place, she'd move over to another. She had seen the whole world, and yet no one had seen her.
But there was one child who did.
A little boy with dark hair, thirteen-or-something years ago from today, who was playing in his backyard at night. She was watching him quietly from the top of a tree, covered mostly by shade and leaves. But her piercing blue eyes could be seen in the shadows if you payed enough attention. She thought that she was safe, since no one she had ever watched before was smart enough to notice two bright pupils staring at them. But this boy was different, even when he was young.
The wind blew, causing some winds chimes hung up the next door over to ring, which snapped the boy's attention to that area. But as he was turning his gargantuan head, he noticed her sad eyes staring wistfully as she remembered a time long ago when she was as naïve and young as he was. Her daydream vanished as she panicked. No one had ever looked at her before. Not right in the eyes like he did.
She acted on impulse and fled, jumping out of the tree and landing gracefully on her feet before running away in shadows. The little boy tried to chase after her, but she had legs that were faster and longer than his. He tripped over, and she paused in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder at him, not letting her face be revealed to him, and watched him stare at her from the corner of her eye.
She wished she could help him, but she knew what the others would say. She got back to her feet and ran as fast as she could, not letting his innocent expression slow her down.
But that was then, this was now.
She was thinking of leaving America, it was getting too dull for her tastes. She wanted somewhere new, where she could start all over. She had been there for thirteen-or-something years, but not a day of aging showed on her face. She was a perfect now as the day she was when the young boy had caught her.
But then, one day, he had come.
The boy with green skin and violet eyes.
He was different, she knew that at once. And it wasn't just his skin-colour, which he passed off as a skin condition along with his missing ears. She could see his blood-type. And it was beautiful. It was like a piece of art, but with a life of it's own. It danced, it tempted, it tortured, and it loved. It was too beautiful for her taste; she preferred a pallet of frogs and rats. Anything found in the sewers. But it was so mesmerising to watch.
And his heart-beat. She could do the salsa to this strange rhythm. It wasn't even a heart-beat. He didn't have a heart, and he didn't show any evidence of having one either. Instead, it was replaced with a strange, twisted organ that pulsed viciously.
At first, she thought she was the only one who knew about the boy's secret. But then another kid, with a lightning-bolt spike on his head, started screaming about this new kid. How he was an alien. Spotting out his differences. But he couldn't see what she saw. He could only see what was on the surface, but she saw what was beneath.
Four years from that day, and the boy was gone.
At least, from that classroom.
The green child and the electric-socket had moved with the rest of their class to the next level of educational torture. HISkool. Usually when children moved classes, she would just sigh and start over with a whole new class that were still struggling with their ABC's.
But that class was different.
And it was because of them that she decided to follow them to the HISkool.
Because they were different from the others, just as she was.
The lightning-bolt boy, Dib, who had a far higher IQ than the rest of the world put together, who could see at once how unusual the green child was. He was bullied by the others, and for that she felt sorry for him. She could help him, just as long as he didn't figure out her secret identity.
And the green-skinned boy, Zim, with the pulse that danced like the Fire of London. He was bullied far worse than Dib was, and usually by Dib. She wanted to talk to him, just to say 'hi'. She wanted to reach out for him, even though she knew she never could. She thought he was clever and could see things the way she did. He wanted everyone else on the planet to rot in a filthy pile of... filth... and so did she.
They were fun to watch and study, like a test subject on fire. And she wanted to keep watching them. And now that they were close to her age, she could become one with the crowd. She could finally be closer.
She could finally be with them after thirteen long years of just watching.
The bell rang that fateful day, and a whole new wave of destruction emerged throughout the class. Zim was already in his homeroom seat, drumming his long fingers on the plastic black desk. He had grown a few inches taller, as the stinking rock's gravity had a strange effect on his skeleton, but he was still the shortst in the class. And for that, he was bullied.
He had a different wig (the previous one GIR had eaten in a French-fry-burger made of soap) which had two bangs that fell limply in front of his face. He wore the red uniform (it is not a dress, big-headed-Dib-child!) that he wore years ago, but it shrunk down into a shirt size, so he had decided to buy himself a pair of black skinny-leg jeans. His boots had been thrown down the toilet in year seven, so he replaced them with a pair of black converse sneakers. And his beloved gloves were causing suspicion amongst the other children (who the hell wears gloves in the middle of summer?) so he had removed them ages ago.
Now that his disguise was close to perfection, he was confident that this was the year that he would take over the Earth.
If that stupid Dib didn't get in his way.
The large-headed monkey sat in the back of the room, watching his every move over the top of his current favourite. He would never let his eyes leave Zim. If they did for even one second, who knows what could happen. Dib's black spike of hair had grown longer, and it always fell comically in against his face when it got wet... He wore the same style of clothes from the years before, blue shirt and black coat, but the coat was longer and the shirt stretched out. He was only a centimetre taller than Zim, much to his dismay, and his growth-spurt hadn't come with the rest of puberty.
Unlike a lot of the other boys, Dib had gotten over puberty quite easily. Voice changing hadn't come yet, but everything else ran by smoothly. Sure, a few pimples after a PE lesson, but those seemed to fade away as quickly as they had come. He was actually rather handsome, and a few girls admired him until he started another one of his rants on Zim (that just made them think he was gay.)
The only thing that hadn't changed was their total hatred for each other.
The class started filing in, first the loners, than the populars, then the bullies. In each little clique they filled up the empty desks, each person trying not to get stuck near Zim or Dib.
But then, one other girl walked in.
And she had no category yet.
No seating plan.
No friends.
No name.
She just slowly walked into the class, all eyes now on her. The popular girls started bitching at once, trying to make up a rumour about her appearance. Pretty hard to, she was perfect in every way. Not a hint of acne in sight. Blonde hair like moonlight and eyes like a ripple-less pond. Almost like living crystal, beautiful and fragile.
Her clothes didn't suit the rest of the universe. They looked like something that fell out of a time loop. Black waistcoat, a white shirt with short torn sleeves, and jeans that had been decorated with black lace and patches. She also held in her arms a long black coat with no sleeves and a packed-up parasol that was decorated with similar lace and patches to her jeans.
If there was a word to describe her, it would be 'flawless'.
Dib could describe her with a whole lot of other words. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She seemed better than the other girls at HISkool, even just from appearance. There was just something about her, like she had a light shining on her. Or something sugary like that.
She looked around the class, batting her eyelashes as she looked upon every face with a smile. She was a fair height, but still the shortest in the class. She spotted one of the five empty desks next to Zim and sat herself down as the teacher came in, putting her coat on her desk-top.
Miss Dunkers looked like a person who should have been teaching Widdle-Skool, not HISkool. She was dressed in a flower-printed skirt and had smudges of makeup on her face. She spotted the mysterious new girl and smiled warmly, but looked confused as well.
"I'm sorry dear, what's your name again?" she asked. The new girl blinked in surprise but leaned over on her desk, staring the teacher in the eye.
"I'm Jay, Miss. The new girl? Aren't I written down on the role?" she said, innocently batting her eyelashes again.
Zim was the only person who saw it: a sudden bright light shooting across her eyes, sprinting over to Miss Dunkers'. At first, the teacher looked like she was about to fall asleep, but she suddenly perked up again and looked down at the role. "I'm so sorry, Jay! I should have remembered you! Gosh-ums, I can't see your name on the role... I'll write you down!"
"You might want to remind the other teachers about me, Miss. Just in case if they forgot, too." And there it was again. Another flash, slightly longer by the first one, and the teacher was smiling again.
"Of course! It's not every day that we get a new student!" Miss Dunkers said, smiling as she grabbed a pen out of her bag. Jay looked slightly smug, a little smile curling on her face. She was proud of what she had just done, whatever that was. All Zim could see was a type of mind-manipulation. Too clever for an ordinary human. He had to watch her. "Jay, why don't you come up and tell something about yourself to the class?"
The smile that was on Jay's face faded, and her pupils shrank at once. "W-What?"
"COME UP AND TALK TO THE CLASS!" she screamed. Jay stared at her teacher blankly, wondering how the hell one person could be so bi-polar. She sighed and got off her seat, walking slowly and in shaking steps to the front of the homeroom. Whatever eyes weren't on her before, were on her now. Jay swallowed back her fears and stared out at the others, smiling shyly.
"Hi, I'm Jay..." she said quietly, trying to be as brave as possible even though her legs were shaking in their massive boots. "I came in from England, which is where I got my little accent... and, uh... yeah. I hope that I can make new friends here and...stuff... so yeah... I like corn, you know."
She was so going to die.
Everyone could practically taste the fear that came off of her. Well, right up until she suddenly did that magic eye-trick again. Zim didn't even have time to duck down. But there was no need. The light that spread across the rest of the room tried getting through to him, but it just faded away like static.
Jay had a feeling that this would happen, seeing that he was alien and all. So she merely shrugged and sat back down again, knowing that the rest of the class would treat her like she was invisible while Zim kept noticing her.
What she didn't expect was for him to turn around and stare at her when she sat back down in her seat.
"What are you, anyway?" he asked. "You're nothing like the rest of the FILTHY LYING HUMANS and yet you don't appear to be different in appearance..."
Jay cocked her head to the side, giving a look that only puppies could pull off. "What are you talking about?"
Zim kept staring at her, gripping tightly to the back of his chair. She merely stared back, eyes bright and blinking. Zim gave up, giving out a groan in defeat as he poked her in the nose as he spoke in a growl. "I'll be watching you closely... very closely indeed..."
Jay smiled at him before he turned around, facing the teacher as she called out the role. She hummed a few notes to herself, tapping her feet in time. And before he knew it, she burst into a random song.
Wait? Was that a piano in the background?
"I'm a new girl; I came to this strange skool hoping I could learn a bit 'bout you and that strange kid." She pointed at Dib, who was staring out the window and taking photos of a dog eating a baby's head. "But when I came here, saw everyone here, I knew that this was a really horrible mistake."
"What are you doing?!" Zim yelled, pulling on her hair. Life seemed to keep on turning, no one noticed the fact that she was signing. It was as if it was... normal. And where the heck was that piano coming from?
"See I'm immortal, never got back my soul, taken away so many years ago..." Jay said, still surprisingly cheerful about the subject.
"Do you HAVE to sing??!??!" Zim yelled at her. He was too frustrated to pay attention to what she was singing, just the fact that music was coming out of her mouth kinda spooked him. AND the fact that there was A PIANO PLAYING SOMEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE!!!
"No not really, I just felt like singing. But the piano's a real shock to me..." Jay finished as the bell rang. She gracefully got up from her seat and morphed with the rest of the crowd of students, still singing a long list of 'la's as she walked. No one could notice the fact she was singing, just Zim. Even Dib, who was trying to keep up with the crowd as he made his way to first-period, didn't notice that she was singing. He just saw her beauty.
"ZIM!" yelled Miss Dunkers. "You don't want to be late for class, do you?"
"No, Miss Dunkers."
"THEN GET MOVING!"
CrazyA: Bipolar teachers belong to me, as well as Jay and her vampire buddies. Jay's song is actually a re-written version of 'New Soul' by Yael Naim. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
