Invader Imposter ~ By DanniB ~ chapter 1
All Invader Zim characters are (c) Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon
Papers passed to every desk, as each one landed the resulting smile or frown reflected the grades each student had received on their test. The reigning number of frowns filled Miss Bitters with delight.
"It seems that the majority of you children have met my expectations," she hissed "You failed miserably."
The serpentine teacher finished passing out the remaining papers for the first row of seats. She frowned bluntly slapping an "A" paper onto the desk of the dark haired, trench coated, glasses wearing boy in the front seat of the far- left row.
"You got lucky Dib." She spat before slithering to the next row. Dib crossed his arms proudly, another "A". He smiled to himself as he thought of how wonderful it was to be such a genius. His silent revelry was interrupted by a barrage of crumpled up failed test papers popping him in the back of his large head. He slunk back down into his seat rolling his eyes at his peers. He couldn't help it that he paid more attention in class then they did, he had always been very observant, noticing things the other students didn't, like a fact on a test or... other things that took a little more explaining. An example of these other things laughed as another paper ball made contact with Dib's head.
"Stupid smart boy." The green skinned oddity mocked.
Dib sighed, and decided to ignore Zim's obliviously oxymoronic remark. Zim folded his gloved hands on top his desk, personally rejoicing in Dib's disrespected nerdyness. A human boy so deluded with the thought he was a genius but still unable to get even close to exposing the truth. Simple human ignorance remained Zim's shield, as long as people remained stupid oblivious beasts he was in no fear of being exposed as an alien.
The feeling of superiority suddenly snapped short as Ms Bitters shoved a paper on Zim's desk. His test paper, covered with his poor handwriting, pencil marks, teacher's marks in red pen, and all topped off with a large red "F" on the top.
"You failed Zim!" Ms. Bitters announced rather loudly. "None of your answers where even close to being right."
Dib retook his prideful pose, this time kicking his feet up onto his desk, and made a snide remark that made it seem like he had been reading Zim's mind just a few seconds before.
"So who's the superior being now Zim?"
Zim snarled under his breath and eyed his paper. A big gaping zero stared back at him as his score. So he failed his history test, so what? He had no interest in the events that had passed on a planet he didn't care about.
"I have no need to learn pathetic EARTH history." He stated strongly.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Zim," Ms. Bitters replied, "If you paid more attention to history it may help prevent you from making the same mistakes over and over," she paused for dramatic effect, "like your last tests!"
The grim reminder of all the tests that Zim had failed proved the morbid teacher's point. She slid from Zim's desk and addressed the class.
"So you see children, if we do not learn from the past we are doomed to repeat it. Doomed, Doomed, DOOMED!" the familiar monotonic doom saying droned though the room then broke upon the sound of the dismissal bell. The students cheered and rushed to leave zipping by Zim's desk as he remained looking over his test. The more he looked over his answers, (all of which were guesses, poor ones at that) the more frustrated and enraged he became. There was nothing he had to gain from learning about England's industrial revolution. It wasn't even a real revolution, just some inferior inventions that some humans made. Even in Earth's modern age he was more advanced then they were. It made him furious, so much human inferiority and HE was the one made to look like a fool in front of them. He hated the school and everything in it. If it weren't so vital to his mission that he learn about the ways of Earth he would incinerate this learning facility at the drop of a hat.
"You had better find a way to bring up your grades Zim," Ms. Bitters declared "or there will be dire consequences."
"Don't be too hard on him Miss Bitters," Dib smiled as he headed for the door. "It's only natural that an ALIEN wouldn't know bunk about Earth history."
"I know history, Dib." Zim sneered, trying his best to negate his rival's comment about being an extra-terrestrial.
"Oh yeah, When was the Declaration of Independence signed?" Dib challenged confidently, and confidence rising as he witnessed Zim's expression fade to blank.
"In the...morning?" Stupid, stupid answer, Zim cringed upon saying it, cringed even more as Dib snorted a triumphant laugh.
"You could have known the answer if you had been paying attention in class." Once again the dark mistress of the teaching staff was in the Irken's face making sure he was very aware of his failure. "The only thing more disgusting then your lack of interest in your schoolwork are your constant absences from school altogether."
She was right, Zim had missed many days of school due to the requirements of his mission.
"I'm not absent that often." Zim denied, hiding his nervousness behind his furrowed brow and serious eyes glaring back at the teacher's challengingly.
"You were missing last Thursday, counting that you've been absent seven times... this month!"
Dib Smirked,
"He was probably doing alien things."
"I was out sick, smugly nerd boy." Zim protested.
"You've certainly been out 'sick' a lot. Let me guess, is it related to your 'skin condition'?"
"Uh yes, ... it is."
Ms. Bitters interrupted the argument,
"What ever the reason Zim, it's effecting your grades. Now either you start paying attention and make up for your missed classes or you fail this class and get sent to summer school!"
Zim hopped from his seat and gathered his things. He has no more to say on the subject; he was out of excuses. This was a matter to be thought about on the walk home. The silence he required to think though was quickly unavailable as Dib started to walk along with him to provide some extra torment.
"Looks like you've got yourself in a bind now huh Zim?" He cheerfully pointed out.
"I have no worries about this," Zim retorted calmly "I've gotten my way out of far worse situations then tests and school... things. I'll simply use my superior intelligence to memorize all those useless facts and ace the next..." he paused to put a low sneer in his voice "test."
Dib wasn't impressed with Zim's flair for the dramatics. He leaned up against the wall, crossed his skinny arms and smiled.
"What about your attendance?" he reminded. "Sooner or later your alien business is going to pop up and keep you from coming to class. And what then? Someone's going to notice and look into your 'sick days' and it won't be long after that until your secret will be out and you become the dissection de jour in a government lab."
"It's not going to come to that Dib, I will find a way around this meager attendance problem and conquer it just as I will conquer this insipid planet!"
More with the dramatics and Dib still was unfazed. He dashed out ahead of his foe and flashed a menacing grin.
"Face facts Zim, not even an alien can be in two places at once." He skipped off laughing with the impression that he had won their little argument. Zim gritted his zipper-like teeth, he HATED Dib when he was right.
"'Not even an alien can be in two places at once'." He mimicked mockingly. "Stupid Dib, if I could be in two places at once I'd be..." he paused as a wonderfully devious idea flowed into his brain. He smiled evilly. "... Genius!"
All Invader Zim characters are (c) Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon
Papers passed to every desk, as each one landed the resulting smile or frown reflected the grades each student had received on their test. The reigning number of frowns filled Miss Bitters with delight.
"It seems that the majority of you children have met my expectations," she hissed "You failed miserably."
The serpentine teacher finished passing out the remaining papers for the first row of seats. She frowned bluntly slapping an "A" paper onto the desk of the dark haired, trench coated, glasses wearing boy in the front seat of the far- left row.
"You got lucky Dib." She spat before slithering to the next row. Dib crossed his arms proudly, another "A". He smiled to himself as he thought of how wonderful it was to be such a genius. His silent revelry was interrupted by a barrage of crumpled up failed test papers popping him in the back of his large head. He slunk back down into his seat rolling his eyes at his peers. He couldn't help it that he paid more attention in class then they did, he had always been very observant, noticing things the other students didn't, like a fact on a test or... other things that took a little more explaining. An example of these other things laughed as another paper ball made contact with Dib's head.
"Stupid smart boy." The green skinned oddity mocked.
Dib sighed, and decided to ignore Zim's obliviously oxymoronic remark. Zim folded his gloved hands on top his desk, personally rejoicing in Dib's disrespected nerdyness. A human boy so deluded with the thought he was a genius but still unable to get even close to exposing the truth. Simple human ignorance remained Zim's shield, as long as people remained stupid oblivious beasts he was in no fear of being exposed as an alien.
The feeling of superiority suddenly snapped short as Ms Bitters shoved a paper on Zim's desk. His test paper, covered with his poor handwriting, pencil marks, teacher's marks in red pen, and all topped off with a large red "F" on the top.
"You failed Zim!" Ms. Bitters announced rather loudly. "None of your answers where even close to being right."
Dib retook his prideful pose, this time kicking his feet up onto his desk, and made a snide remark that made it seem like he had been reading Zim's mind just a few seconds before.
"So who's the superior being now Zim?"
Zim snarled under his breath and eyed his paper. A big gaping zero stared back at him as his score. So he failed his history test, so what? He had no interest in the events that had passed on a planet he didn't care about.
"I have no need to learn pathetic EARTH history." He stated strongly.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Zim," Ms. Bitters replied, "If you paid more attention to history it may help prevent you from making the same mistakes over and over," she paused for dramatic effect, "like your last tests!"
The grim reminder of all the tests that Zim had failed proved the morbid teacher's point. She slid from Zim's desk and addressed the class.
"So you see children, if we do not learn from the past we are doomed to repeat it. Doomed, Doomed, DOOMED!" the familiar monotonic doom saying droned though the room then broke upon the sound of the dismissal bell. The students cheered and rushed to leave zipping by Zim's desk as he remained looking over his test. The more he looked over his answers, (all of which were guesses, poor ones at that) the more frustrated and enraged he became. There was nothing he had to gain from learning about England's industrial revolution. It wasn't even a real revolution, just some inferior inventions that some humans made. Even in Earth's modern age he was more advanced then they were. It made him furious, so much human inferiority and HE was the one made to look like a fool in front of them. He hated the school and everything in it. If it weren't so vital to his mission that he learn about the ways of Earth he would incinerate this learning facility at the drop of a hat.
"You had better find a way to bring up your grades Zim," Ms. Bitters declared "or there will be dire consequences."
"Don't be too hard on him Miss Bitters," Dib smiled as he headed for the door. "It's only natural that an ALIEN wouldn't know bunk about Earth history."
"I know history, Dib." Zim sneered, trying his best to negate his rival's comment about being an extra-terrestrial.
"Oh yeah, When was the Declaration of Independence signed?" Dib challenged confidently, and confidence rising as he witnessed Zim's expression fade to blank.
"In the...morning?" Stupid, stupid answer, Zim cringed upon saying it, cringed even more as Dib snorted a triumphant laugh.
"You could have known the answer if you had been paying attention in class." Once again the dark mistress of the teaching staff was in the Irken's face making sure he was very aware of his failure. "The only thing more disgusting then your lack of interest in your schoolwork are your constant absences from school altogether."
She was right, Zim had missed many days of school due to the requirements of his mission.
"I'm not absent that often." Zim denied, hiding his nervousness behind his furrowed brow and serious eyes glaring back at the teacher's challengingly.
"You were missing last Thursday, counting that you've been absent seven times... this month!"
Dib Smirked,
"He was probably doing alien things."
"I was out sick, smugly nerd boy." Zim protested.
"You've certainly been out 'sick' a lot. Let me guess, is it related to your 'skin condition'?"
"Uh yes, ... it is."
Ms. Bitters interrupted the argument,
"What ever the reason Zim, it's effecting your grades. Now either you start paying attention and make up for your missed classes or you fail this class and get sent to summer school!"
Zim hopped from his seat and gathered his things. He has no more to say on the subject; he was out of excuses. This was a matter to be thought about on the walk home. The silence he required to think though was quickly unavailable as Dib started to walk along with him to provide some extra torment.
"Looks like you've got yourself in a bind now huh Zim?" He cheerfully pointed out.
"I have no worries about this," Zim retorted calmly "I've gotten my way out of far worse situations then tests and school... things. I'll simply use my superior intelligence to memorize all those useless facts and ace the next..." he paused to put a low sneer in his voice "test."
Dib wasn't impressed with Zim's flair for the dramatics. He leaned up against the wall, crossed his skinny arms and smiled.
"What about your attendance?" he reminded. "Sooner or later your alien business is going to pop up and keep you from coming to class. And what then? Someone's going to notice and look into your 'sick days' and it won't be long after that until your secret will be out and you become the dissection de jour in a government lab."
"It's not going to come to that Dib, I will find a way around this meager attendance problem and conquer it just as I will conquer this insipid planet!"
More with the dramatics and Dib still was unfazed. He dashed out ahead of his foe and flashed a menacing grin.
"Face facts Zim, not even an alien can be in two places at once." He skipped off laughing with the impression that he had won their little argument. Zim gritted his zipper-like teeth, he HATED Dib when he was right.
"'Not even an alien can be in two places at once'." He mimicked mockingly. "Stupid Dib, if I could be in two places at once I'd be..." he paused as a wonderfully devious idea flowed into his brain. He smiled evilly. "... Genius!"
