DO NOT WORRY, FELLOW ZADRIANS, THIS IS ZADR.

Summary: It is the beginning of a new school year at the local middle skool. And with a new school year comes new teachers, new classes…and new students. Well, in this case…one new student, actually. And in a familiar clichéd plot move, the new student is…(drumroll)…a GIRL!! But in a not-so-clichéd plot move… she is so not a Mary Sue! Anyway, this girl causes some interesting things to happen…

A/N: (chuckles) Wow…my first fic and I already try to make an OC! Adventurous me…

And don't worry, this will be eventual ZADR. And no, no one falls in love with the new student. But she will play an important part…(chuckles again)

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Dib sighed. The summer had flown by too quickly…for him, at least. He leaned back in his chair and stared gloomily ahead at the blackboard. Other students started to file in through the door; some looked significantly different, and others looked unchanged.

Said 'others who are unchanged' included one annoyed-looking green-skinned black-haired boy.

Dib smirked as he leaned forward, the image of a bored teenager disappearing. Tbis should get interesting, he thought. Almost as if on cue, the green-skinned boy spotted Dib and immediately glared daggers at him.

"Dib-stink." Sweet and simple.

The game had started.

"Space boy," nodded Dib in reply. He raised an eyebrow as Zim narrowed his eyes at him and watched as the alien made his way over to his seat. I swear, Zim, the young paranormal investigator thought as he observed the Irken out of his peripheral vision, that by the end of this year, I will have you on a dissection table with your body opened up for the world to see.

Dib's head snapped up as Ms. Bitters slid out stealthily from behind her desk. "Welcome back to another grueling year that will most likely end in you being injured or mangled for life in some way…" She grimaced as she said, "And now, I must introduce you to a new student who will most likely be as hopeless in life as you will be. Enter, Anise."

Anise? What sort of a name is that?

An emaciated, pale-skinned girl entered the classroom. She reminded Dib of a skeleton… if skeletons had brittle-looking black hair up to her shoulders. Other than her anorexic appearance, there was really nothing else remarkable about her.

Dib winced as Zim immediately exclaimed, "WHAT IS THAT?! IT LOOKS LIKE A FILTHY ZOMBIE!! A ZOMBIE IN NEED OF HUMAN BRAINS!!"

Yes…Zim never really was one for politeness. Nor for mincing words. It was probably because he had never ever seen anorexic humans before.

The Anise girl swiftly turned and gave Zim a deadly glare. But luckily, that was all she did. As if trying to restrain herself from maiming the Irken permanently, Anise turned back and gave the class a wobbly smile. "Hello." That was it.

"IT COULD SMILE!!" Yes, that was the almighty Zim.

Dib sighed in exasperation at the alien's exclamations. The other students felt differently, however, as most of the others were snickering at Zim's outbursts.

Anise's mouth visibly tightened.

Ms. Bitters, oblivious or perhaps simply not caring about Zim's rudeness, pointed Anise to a seat behind Dib. (That seat had been empty ever since an unfortunate…accident.)

"All right, class," began Ms. Bitters as Anise took her seat, "today's lesson is about how pets shall bring about the end of the world…!" The animal-lovers in the class started to sniffle.

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Fifteen minutes into the lesson

Dib guardedly watched Zim, who had just asked Ms. Bitters a question about rabies. Zim's behavior after hearing Ms. Bitters had particularly struck the young thirteen-year old boy as suspicious. He observed his enemy through narrowed eyes. I bet he's gonna use rabies in his next evil plan to conquer the world…

"Hey," said a quiet, morose voice behind Dib. The boy almost jumped in surprise. He had been so absorbed in surveying Zim that he had forgotten about the girl behind him. He turned around and replied uncertainly, "Hi…"

Anise replied candidly, "Yeah, see, could I borrow a pencil? I forgot to bring one." Anise stared at him in an…almost…cold manner.

"Uh…sure…" Dib handed the skeleton girl a pencil from one of his trench coat pockets. He was about to turn back to face front when Anise muttered, "What's your name?"

"Dib." He was unsure of what to make of the new girl. She reminds me of Gaz… he thought uneasily. "Uh…about your name. It's strange…"

Dib immediately let out an "urk!" as a pale hand shot out and strangled his throat. "Make fun of my name, and I will kill you…"

"I-I w-wasn't…m-making…f-fun…" She is definitely an embodiment of Gaz! I wonder if Gaz disguised herself to come to my class just to make fun of me… gah, will her evil ways never end?!

Maybe I shouldn't point out her anorexic form…

He sighed in relief as Anise released his throat. After a moment, she muttered, "Sorry. I just don't like my name. I don't know why my parents ever named me that."

"I-I…understand…" Well, Gaz would never apologize to me…

Ms. Bitters ranted on in the background as Anise said quietly, "I noticed you looking over at that weird green kid." She narrowed her eyes as she added, "You know, the one who shouted those…stuff. What's his name, anyway?"

"ZIM'S NOT A KID! HE'S AN ALIEN!! GAH, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?!" The sudden outburst made Anise's eyes widen in surprise. Dib stopped, collecting himself, and slowly turned back to face front.

There was complete silence in the whole room.

It was suddenly broken by Zita. "Dib's crazy!" This, of course, was the cue for the other children to start laughing.

Ms. Bitters narrowed her eyes at the interruption of her lesson. "Dib, keep your mouth shut or you will be sent to the underground classroom."

"Yes, Ms. Bitters," Dib replied, looking down. He so did not want to be sent to the underground classroom.

"HA! VICTORY FOR ZIM!" The Irken's voice cut through the room in an instant. Ms. Bitters glowered at him, and Zim nervously added, "Eh…I am normal…!" That was good enough for the teacher, and she continued the lesson.

Dib rolled his eyes in exasperation, and flinched as he heard Anise, who seemed to have recovered from her surprise. "An alien, eh? His name's Zim…?" The boy could actually feel her smirking behind him.

Dib kept his back turned on her and resisted the urge to shout. "Yes, he's an alien."

"So that's why you were staring at him…"

This time, the big-headed boy turned to face Anise. He was very surprised indeed at her reply, and for two reasons. "What…? You're not calling me crazy or any other insanity-related names? And what do you mean by that? Of course that's why I was staring at him! I mean, there's no other reason!"

Anise positioned both her arms behind her head and tilted back on her chair. "Ha, I don't exactly know if you're crazy or not. I don't really care if Zim's an alien or not." Dib glared at her, and his glare grew with a painful intensity as she added, "But are you sure you're only staring at him for that reason?"

"Well, duh, what else could I be staring at him for?"

"Frankly, I thought you had a thing for him," came the swift reply. Anise idly examined her nails as Dib's face contracted in shock. After about ten seconds of waiting patiently, the girl said dully, "Stop making that face and say something."

Dib shook his head as if to shake off something unpleasant and then stated plainly, "Okay, you have no idea how wrong that is on many levels." However, he couldn't help sneaking a look over at the very Irken they were discussing.

Being the paranoid paranormal investigator he was, Dib had to make sure Zim wasn't listening.

Anise smirked once more. "Heh, how so?"

"Uh…well…we're both guys! And… well…we're mortal enemies! We hate each other! How could you even suggest such a thing?!"

"So what if you're both guys? And do you know enough about 'alien' anatomy to know he's a guy? Oh, and…you're enemies?" The skinny girl glanced at Zim in mild interest. "There is a thin line between love and hate, you know…"

"Well, I'm not gay! And…yes, we're enemies!" Dib pretended not to hear the 'alien anatomy' part. Yes, even though he had fantasized so many times about Zim being cut open, he had never really thought of looking at Zim's… 'thingy'… The thought made him feel queasy inside, yet strangely bold… Curse you, Anise! he thought miserably. Curse you for making me think such perverted thoughts!! He also failed to acknowledge Anise's last sentence.

Anise chuckled in amusement. "Anyway… Dib…you have to admit, Zim's not that bad-looking."

Dib's eyes widened at what the strange girl had just said. "I'm not listening… no, I'm not…" He turned back to the front. For some reason, a light blush stained his cheeks.

Dib knew that he could never look at Zim the same way again. He could not even bear to glance at the alien without thinking of Anise's words: "You have to admit, Zim's not that bad-looking…" The paranormal investigator knew that Anise was probably just teasing him, but for some reason, it bothered him in a very odd way…

Dib stared furiously at the blackboard. No, Zim is not attractive. I mean, gah! Who is she to say such a thing? He's an alien! An alien bent on taking over the world! How could a hostile alien be attractive?

But you know, Zim does have pretty eyes, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Dib's blush deepened.

Pretty eyes… he was pathetic.

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Anise smiled sinisterly behind Dib. The seed had been planted. She gave a small, unnoticed "heh."

The plan was going perfectly.

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Uh-huh. My first fanfic, and I'm not sure what to do next.

How typical of me. Just typical.

A/N: Anyway, I know Anise sounds similar to Gaz, and I know I might get reviews saying, "Anise is SO not an ORIGINAL CHARACTER!! She's SO like GAZ!!" Well, calm down. I know. Heh, this similarity may play a major part in the story later. Or maybe it won't. I'm still thinking.

Oh, and any suggestions for my writing, I would be happy to receive. Well, that came out twisted. Lemme see: I would be happy to receive suggestions to improve my writing.

That's better.