Okay, okay...I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I've decided to abandon my FF retirement. For now. Why? Because I started to read a lot of my old stories and my brain went 'poof' so I'm editing them. For those of you that reviewed my story confused about the spacing— I figured out the problem. For those complaining about too much dialogue...I'm still fighting myself about balancing that, but at least now I'm making the story make sense.

I don't own IZ, I will never own IZ, and if Viacom goes to me bitching then they can go jump in a ditch. If you're wondering why I made this into an entirely different story, it's to show the critics that I really did make an effort to improve.

P.S. I am so happy IZ is back on Nicktoons Network.

Daughter of the Summer

Mistakes

Tak

It has been years since I last laid my eyes on this spinning ball of dirt and water, I remember the last time vividly. I was out for revenge and justice, out to claim what was rightfully mine. Now I have accomplished it, this planet is mine. I have won.

I received word that I would get another go at this planet a little over a month ago. I was trapped on the barren planet of Venus for almost two years desperately trying to make contact with the empire. Fortunately just as I was about to give up hope I was "discovered" by a human scout party.

Their deaths were quick.

I used their machines to contact the empire and bargain with the Tallest. I found out many different things in that transmission. Slowly I had begun to remember many of what was discussed: Devastis, my childhood, and Zim.

I shouldn't have made that transmission.

Purple is my father. I recognize how ridiculous that sounds since we are very near the same age, but Irkens have no age minimum with when DNA stored in the smeeteries may be used to create a smeet. I have less than any clear idea of how any of us came to acknowledge this fact.

Zim is Red's child. From what it appears, he seems to have been an accident created by an overly-eccentric female who would be murdered almost 5 years later.

A few other facts would become known to me, but for now I was anxiously staring at the blue planet. I could hear my blood pumping through the veins in my skull. I had waited so long to conquer this planet, and once it finally seemed within my reach...I had yet another obstacle facing me.

What day is it?

My body began to scream staring at the planet, my antennae fine-tuned to pick up on even the lightest sign of a male Irken. Once every year all the Irkens would go through a period of higher blood flow and increased sensitivity. This month is known as Sumer-Loon: Summer Rain.

During this month Irkens would mate and spawn a smeet. Most Irkens tended to ignore this month as a result of hormone blocks in the PAK that they would inject at the beginning of each episode.

But I, being stranded on Venus, had not received the supply. Zim would not carry this hormone, as it only affects females and is highly toxic to males (then again most males do not create high concentration of estrogen, and if they did I would gladly steal their supply)

Nonsense! Anything is worth the trouble!

I grimaced. My hands had grown clammy inside my silicon gloves as my heart-raced again. I have been hearing voices inside of my head since I disassembled Mimi, almost as if my own conscience has been mocking my fear and hesitation.

I put my hand on the controls, I had waited far too long to allow my chance to redeem myself to be distracted by my own hormones, and I didn't have the supplies to wait another month. I would have to risk sacrificing my own bodily health to please the Empire.

I locked my coordinates on the only place I knew, the most populated place on Earth, New York.

And turned the key.

Skool, Earth

I stood outside the building that I used in the past to gather information about this planet. It was of no use to me anymore I was free to destroy it, but Sumer-Loon again held me standing in place. I swore I would not allow any disturbances to my mission, but my blood seemed to keep itself away from my muscles.

Walk away

My feet slowly started to move towards the door as I started to slip away from my self-control, my blood-pressure sky-rocketed and I realized why Irkens rely so heavily on medication.

"Tak!"

I snapped to attention on an impulse and turned around to see the Principal storming towards me. He had not changed much, only gained a few pounds and lost some hair. He also seemed rather upset with me.

"Tak, you are supposed to be in class!" He bellowed at me, his third chin splitting into a fourth. He was a very fat man that didn't have a neck.

I despise having to sit in establishments such as these, I already know everything they can teach me and far beyond that. But I suppose for the convenience of my mission I might as well play along with this mortal. Give myself the satisfaction of his misery when he realizes I will be the one to enslave the earth.

"I'm not enrolled in any classes, Principal Witchrow, I've just returned from a two year trip to Liberia" I replied, surprising myself with how easily that lie rolled off my tongue. The principal looked me down, probably making sure my disguise was up-to-par with how long I've been gone.

The chills suddenly came back and I couldn't decide whether it was because I was nervous or anxious. I started to wonder if more time had passed than I thought; what if Zim had died? If he had been killed because he had been discovered? Would they know how to recognize Irken technology?

I stopped myself right there. Zim didn't even use Irken technology for his disguise. And I know he hadn't been discovered or killed, I had intercepted the last transmission he would ever have with the Tallest on Venus. Only two years had passed, and humans were still as clueless as ever. I'll change that.

"Miss Tak, are you here to register for classes?" The Principal asked in his demeaning tone. I nodded and watched him intently as he walked away.

I suddenly let out a loud laugh at myself; who would honestly tell me apart from any human? I had allowed my disguise to mature perfectly. I had "grown out" my hair to mid-thigh, gotten rid of the Irken symbol on my breast (to make sure that even if Zim had screwed up, I would be in no danger) and switched to a lighter disguise.

I'd be perfectly astonished if Zim or Dib could even recognize me.

My gloves grew clammy again and my heart continued to race. I sighed and looked down onto the floor ashamed. That was little promise that I continued to show the same amounts of self-control of which I had always prided myself with. Without the hormone injection, I would be in very little control of my actions. I could expose myself in front of the entire populous.

There's no danger of that. You can just wait this out and go to Zim's base tonight.

I gasped, the revelation in my head. It hadn't occurred to me earlier, but Zim had not complained of anything to the Tallest, even when he saw me on the next screen...He wouldn't have the female injection, no, but I could salvage what was needed to create a female version from the male version.

I shook the thought out of my head, there were too many risks. I would have to break into Zim's base and pray that he wouldn't be inside. Then I'd have to rely on the idea that he did have the male injection, and if he didn't the effort would be in vain. And if he were inside and discovered me...I wouldn't control myself, and if he didn't have the injection, neither would he.

The Principal motioned towards me to come and fill out the registration form. I looked at the paper and chose all the classes I thought Zim wouldn't.

Then again, if he didn't have the injection...Was this all a setup?

Theatre Class

The classroom was large and grand by human standards, large, red, velvet curtains lined the perimeter of the stage, with smaller black ones behind it. The room was mostly empty excluding an attractive teacher looking over papers in the corner.

I glanced down at my "schedule" for the day. Her name was Maria Le Flauns, the theatre teacher. She glanced over at me and I analyzed her expression for any doubts...

She was tall and had bright red hair around the same length as mine, bright green eyes, and a stiff figure. I smiled nervously at her (I can never tell these days the looks of a skeptic and a believer in the "paranormal" after fully analyzing how Dib had acted towards me several years ago)

"Ah, you must be Miss Tak, if I am not mistaken?" She asked with a thick french accent, which seemed strange in a cosmetic sense, she looked as if she would speak with an Irish accent- if any accent at all.

I took a quick glance around the empty stage area again, and nodded. She smiled at my nervousness, and as a response she kissed me on the back of the head. I glared at her intently, I was not fond of teachers making romantic advances towards students, and with Sumer-Loon I was not nearly accepting of it as a "friendly gesture."

"My apologies, sweet girl, but that is how some of us in the Theatre world tend to greet people we appreciate." Mrs. Le Flauns replied repeating the gesture on her index finger and thumb.

Appreciate my ass.

"Mrs. Le Flauns, where is the rest of the class?" I replied in my fakest, sweetest tone I could give a member of this race.

"They are inside the classroom preparing for a play. We are performing Romeo and Juliet. Perhaps you would like to try out for Juliet?" She trailed off as if she were expecting me to say that it has been my life's dream to be Juliet.

Not anytime this month.

"I am grateful for the offer, Mrs. Le Flauns but I'm not the best actress." I lied. I was a marvelous actress and had invading not been my dream I would have joined some Meekrobian Acting Troupe and we could perform Miyuki's Plays across the universe for all of eternity. The longer this day goes on the more I've come to believe that.
"Oh, but that is why we join Theatre! We wish to improve upon ourselves! And besides everyone in the class must participate in the play this year. The school doesn't have the budget to be sued again." She responded tossing me a script and pointing me in the direction of the classroom.

I stormed away toward the classroom. I almost didn't notice how my blood was rushing and how warm the temperature was as I opened the door. I almost fell to my knees as I saw who was behold me inside.

Zim and Dib. Arguing over who should play Romeo.

Okay so now that I finally have the first chapter edited, a bit of explanation perhaps? No Mrs. Le Flauns is not physically based on me. People think I'm British not French. And if you wanted, yes there could be so many crude jokes on Sumer-Loon. Yes I know how Cliched it is that the play is Romeo and Juliet and yada, yada, been done a million times, yada...But it's a High-School. One that can't even spell its' own name correctly. And yes I'm splitting the story up into a lot more chapters than it originally was, for story development.

-_o'-The Monocle is watching. (Inside joke)