~*~LEGAL STUFFIES!!!~*~
Ok, I'm gonna say this the shortest way for all you brain-dead illiterates:
I AM NOT JHONEN V. AND I DO NOT OWN THE SHOW OR DA CHARACTERS!!! Pu-leeeze
don't sue me, even tho I know u secretly hate me and want to shove a nail
through my guts as well, I still only have enough money to buy a taco and
that's it! I'm P.O.O.R.! I HAVE HARDLY ANY MONEY!!! BLAH! I LIKE NACHOS!
.....ok, with a brilliant please-don't-sue-me-cuz-I'm-a-poor-mexican-gurl
speech, on wit da fic!!!!!!!
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-Project 59- by: Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl
Chapter 1
"AAAAAARGGGGH! CURSE YOU DIIIIIIIIB!!!!" yelled the green alien banging his fists against the table he sat at while a small lil robot in the corner stared at him in total amazement. "Oooooo! Can I eat your breakfast master!?! Yummy! Maple Syrup! EEEK! I need freshmakers! (----- heh sorry, couldn't resist)" But the Irken alien named Zim ignored the cries of his slightly-retarded-but-still-cute-as-fookin-hell robot named Gir and growled. It had been 2 years since he landed on earth, and has been the worst 2 years in his whole miserable life. It was all HIS fault, that "boy" named Dib. No matter how many times he tried to take over this miserable planet, Dib always did something to him causing his whole plan to go outta wack. They were freshmans in High Skool now, both 14 in the 9th grade(according to MY skool system which iz really fooked up by da way...) Zim had grown a little taller, he was still short though. Dib on the hand, was one of the tallest boys in the 9th grade, and even an inch taller wit his black boots. Zim only went up to poor Dibs chest, and ya gotta admit, you'd be pissed too if you were like a freakin' lawn gnome compared to your rival. The piggy-shaped clock on da wall (complements of Gir) read 6:30am. Time for skool. "Curse the evil skool system which makes me rise earlier than even the damn earth birds of this planet!!!ERGH!Onto the bus!!!!!!!" screamed Zim as he grabbed his lil back pack (yep....he still carries it!) and ran out the door leaving Gir all by himself. Gir stood in the same corner in da empty house, turned his head to look at a cake mix he bought earlier, and smiled. "WHOO-HOO! I'MA BAKE SUMTHIN!" (yes! cringe in fear!)
WHOOSH
Dib looked out at the still dark sky through his window. "Ugh.........another boring day of skool and trying to stop-Zim-from-taking- over-the-world-and-expose-him-for-the-alien-he-is..........god, I need a change in my schedual (-------hey, did I spell this right???)..." He looked up at his calender which had a big spooky ghost on it and the whole month of October said "STOP ZIM FROM DESTROYING DA WORLD" in big red letters. He sighed, got up and put his black trench coat on. He was 14 and still as unpopular as he was when he was 12. He stared at his tired reflection in the mirror hanging on his wall. He wasn't that bad looking was he?? Through the years, he never really changed. He tried cutting his hair one time and spiking it, but two days later it grew back the same lenght it was. A useless attempt. He straightend his glasses and ran downstairs. On da couch, his little sister sat playing her GameSlave Version 2.0. Her eyes glued to the game, she didn't even show one ounce of life except in her fingers which mashed the buttons with great scary force. "Gaz! What time is it?" Gaz growled, paused her game, and looked back at her big brother with a sinch of hate for making her come back in what we humans call "reality." Gaz on the other hand, now she had changed. She had grew her hair out, now it came down an inch past her shoulders and she died the tips black. She dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and a red & black plaid skirt with "X's"on the bottom made out of 2 safety pins on each side of the skirt. She still had that kick-ass skull necklace though. "It is 6:30am Dib. Please, if you want to know anything else, hesitate to ask for you may not even get out the door in one piece if you do. Now go away." With that spoooooky statement, she turned back around and unpaused her GameSlave leaving Dib with now the first threat of da day. "Thanks sis......" he mumbled as he slowly dragged himself out the door towards the hell known to many people as Skool.
!BEEP!
Hullo there people! I finished chapter 1, and my personal opinion: IT SUCKED! That's ok though, it's da first chapter, it's supposed to suck cuz its the beginning of the whole story. I PROMISE CHAPTER 2 WILL BE MORE EXCITING!!!! Lately, I've been kinda slow at writing stories....I'm on a major writer's block on a comic I'm writing called "Alane." Maybe I'll write it.....but would any1 read it? Who out there is interested in reading about the youngest mass murderer and her boogyman/alien friends? I dunno, all I know iz that I'm about ta write chapter 2 of meh fic, right after I have sum damn Cheeze-Itz. Fook, the white chedder iz good! **MUNCH** Well, I'll c'ya in "Project 59: Chapter 2!" Now leave me to my Cheeze-Itz & keyboard! **makes you disappear**
~*~Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl~*~
P.S.~ A true friend would NEVER deny thee freshmaker (oh so true)
-Project 59- by: Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl
Chapter 1
"AAAAAARGGGGH! CURSE YOU DIIIIIIIIB!!!!" yelled the green alien banging his fists against the table he sat at while a small lil robot in the corner stared at him in total amazement. "Oooooo! Can I eat your breakfast master!?! Yummy! Maple Syrup! EEEK! I need freshmakers! (----- heh sorry, couldn't resist)" But the Irken alien named Zim ignored the cries of his slightly-retarded-but-still-cute-as-fookin-hell robot named Gir and growled. It had been 2 years since he landed on earth, and has been the worst 2 years in his whole miserable life. It was all HIS fault, that "boy" named Dib. No matter how many times he tried to take over this miserable planet, Dib always did something to him causing his whole plan to go outta wack. They were freshmans in High Skool now, both 14 in the 9th grade(according to MY skool system which iz really fooked up by da way...) Zim had grown a little taller, he was still short though. Dib on the hand, was one of the tallest boys in the 9th grade, and even an inch taller wit his black boots. Zim only went up to poor Dibs chest, and ya gotta admit, you'd be pissed too if you were like a freakin' lawn gnome compared to your rival. The piggy-shaped clock on da wall (complements of Gir) read 6:30am. Time for skool. "Curse the evil skool system which makes me rise earlier than even the damn earth birds of this planet!!!ERGH!Onto the bus!!!!!!!" screamed Zim as he grabbed his lil back pack (yep....he still carries it!) and ran out the door leaving Gir all by himself. Gir stood in the same corner in da empty house, turned his head to look at a cake mix he bought earlier, and smiled. "WHOO-HOO! I'MA BAKE SUMTHIN!" (yes! cringe in fear!)
WHOOSH
Dib looked out at the still dark sky through his window. "Ugh.........another boring day of skool and trying to stop-Zim-from-taking- over-the-world-and-expose-him-for-the-alien-he-is..........god, I need a change in my schedual (-------hey, did I spell this right???)..." He looked up at his calender which had a big spooky ghost on it and the whole month of October said "STOP ZIM FROM DESTROYING DA WORLD" in big red letters. He sighed, got up and put his black trench coat on. He was 14 and still as unpopular as he was when he was 12. He stared at his tired reflection in the mirror hanging on his wall. He wasn't that bad looking was he?? Through the years, he never really changed. He tried cutting his hair one time and spiking it, but two days later it grew back the same lenght it was. A useless attempt. He straightend his glasses and ran downstairs. On da couch, his little sister sat playing her GameSlave Version 2.0. Her eyes glued to the game, she didn't even show one ounce of life except in her fingers which mashed the buttons with great scary force. "Gaz! What time is it?" Gaz growled, paused her game, and looked back at her big brother with a sinch of hate for making her come back in what we humans call "reality." Gaz on the other hand, now she had changed. She had grew her hair out, now it came down an inch past her shoulders and she died the tips black. She dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and a red & black plaid skirt with "X's"on the bottom made out of 2 safety pins on each side of the skirt. She still had that kick-ass skull necklace though. "It is 6:30am Dib. Please, if you want to know anything else, hesitate to ask for you may not even get out the door in one piece if you do. Now go away." With that spoooooky statement, she turned back around and unpaused her GameSlave leaving Dib with now the first threat of da day. "Thanks sis......" he mumbled as he slowly dragged himself out the door towards the hell known to many people as Skool.
!BEEP!
Hullo there people! I finished chapter 1, and my personal opinion: IT SUCKED! That's ok though, it's da first chapter, it's supposed to suck cuz its the beginning of the whole story. I PROMISE CHAPTER 2 WILL BE MORE EXCITING!!!! Lately, I've been kinda slow at writing stories....I'm on a major writer's block on a comic I'm writing called "Alane." Maybe I'll write it.....but would any1 read it? Who out there is interested in reading about the youngest mass murderer and her boogyman/alien friends? I dunno, all I know iz that I'm about ta write chapter 2 of meh fic, right after I have sum damn Cheeze-Itz. Fook, the white chedder iz good! **MUNCH** Well, I'll c'ya in "Project 59: Chapter 2!" Now leave me to my Cheeze-Itz & keyboard! **makes you disappear**
~*~Bonez aka Happy Noodle Gurl~*~
P.S.~ A true friend would NEVER deny thee freshmaker (oh so true)