Okay now. This shall be my first Invader Zim fanfiction, so be nice. Oh, and in a desperate attempt to gain even more reviews, check out my profile for some rocking' Yugioh stories! Well, it is time for you to enjoy my little story. Think of it as the season that never aired. I don't own Invader Zim; I'm too busy trying to take over Yugioh before 4Kids completely ruins it. DARN YOU CENSORSHIP! DARN YOU! (Now while I'm off ranting about a completely different show, enjoy the fic, okay?)

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DEAR JOURNAL,

Well, today was another let down. I managed to yank of Zims' stupid wig, but everyone was too entranced with some stupid bug to notice. Then one of the kids ate the bug. I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd say I was the only intelligent being here. But things are looking up. Some foreign exchange student from Canada is coming to live with us. I don't know his name or how long he is staying, just that he is from Canada and is supposed to be really good with computers. Maybe we can team up and expose Zim! I can't wait! Till next time, Dib.

Dib closed his journal and placed it back into its hiding place. (Which is under his bed. Dib isn't so good at hiding stuff.) Earlier today, Dad called on the floating computer thing and said the student would be here at six o' clock sharp. Twirling the pen in one hand he quickly checked his watch. 5:59pm. One more minute, and the mystery kid will be at the front door; arms filled with suitcases and alien destroying gadgets. Dib rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yea, and then I'm going to skip though a field of flowers with Gaz, and wear a pink dress." Dib muttered to himself sarcastically. Just then, an unseen force smacked against his big head causing him to fall onto the ground.

Gaz was standing over her big brother with a giant almanac, which she bowered from her dad. "Stop talking to yourself, and get your butt downstairs. The Canada nerd is here." She growled. Dib flashed a big silly grin and got onto his feet. "Alright! Zim, prepare yourself for DOOM!" He yelled. That earned him another whack from his sister.

After Dib regained consciousness, he ran downstairs at full speed eager to meet this new kid. Visions of tall cool guys ran though his brain but when he came to the living room, the images shattered immediately. Sitting on an over stuffed easy chair was a six year old girl, happily swinging her feet. She was wearing pink sneakers, a pink skirt, and (You guessed it) pink fluffy sweatshirt. She had shoulder length hair that was a dirty blond and big bright blue eyes'. Her eyes were drawn in the same style as Taks'. To sum it up, she was very girly looking, and very adorable. Not the type to blow up and expose aliens.

Dib just stood there, mouth agape like a buffoon. Gaz shrugged and went back to her Game slave. The little girl stopped swinging her tiny feet and smiled at Dib. "Hi! What's your name?" She asked in a high-pitched voice. Dib slapped himself in the head to snap himself back into reality. "Uh-My name? My name is Dib. Are you-?"

"Yep, I'm the Canada nerd! But I prefer Canadian. And most people call me Tami. Just Tami." The girl interrupted. She continued to ramble on and on about her name and her shoes. Dib scratched his head and poked at sisters' shoulder. "Hey Gaz," he whispered. "Isn't she a little young to be an foreign exchange student?" "How should I know?" Gaz growled.

An hour passed, and Tami was still rambling about things only a six year old would ramble about. (Candy, snacks, the color pink) Dib was prepared to throw himself out the window out of insanity when Gaz asked an interesting question. "Tami, where is your bags?" Tami stopped talking (Thank God!) and stared blankly at the wall. "I think I lost them on the trip here." She said carefully. Then she went back to jabbering about pink candy.

Gaz grumbled something under her breath and went upstairs, still playing her Game slave. Two seconds later, she came back downstairs and heaved a heavy cardboard box at Dib who unfortunately got crushed under its weight. "C-Cant…B-Breath…" Gasped Dib. The little girl watched in interest as Gaz blew the dust off the top and opened the lid. Inside were neatly folded little girl clothes. Gothic little girl clothes. "You can use this stuff. Have Dib carry it to your room." The girl nodded her head like a bobble head.

The next morning was murder for Dib. Exhausted, he tiredly dragged himself out of bed and got ready. Dib was to tired to change last night, so dressing up wasn't a problem. No one would notice anyway, he wore the same alien smiley face shirt and trench coat every day. Quickly combed his scythe like hair and having brushed his teeth for a full thirty seconds, (Dr. Membrane programmed the toothbrush to self destruct if the user stops brushing any sooner.)

Downstairs, he found Tami chewing on burnt waffle in the kitchen. Gaz on the other hand was drinking a glass of orange juice. "Tami, you should have had Gaz help get breakfast." Stated Dib, taking out a box of cereal. "I tried to help her. She insisted on brunt waffles." Grumbled Gaz. The little girl nodded in agreement. "It must be an Canadian thing…"

Dib vaguely noticed the girl was still in her pink sweatshirt. She was wearing a black skirt and a teddy bear backpack as well. "Come on Tami, we are going to be late." Dib sighed.

Dib ended up walking toward the dreaded skool hand in hand with the funny little girl, who by the way was babbling about something. Dib stopped listening to what she was saying a long time ago. (Two hours) Along the way, Zim was seen running down the street screaming like a mad man. "NO! IT'S GOING TO EAT ME! ITS GONNA EAT ZIM!" Dim raised an eyebrow when he saw it was only a puppy that was chasing him.

"Who is that?" Tami chirped in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, that's just Zim. He is an alien." Dib answered. The girl gave a big goofy smile. "Yay!" She cried.

"No Tami, not 'Yay'. He is here to destroy the earth." Dib scolded. The girl stared at Dib with her huge blue eye, and giggled. Rolling his eyes, Dib led her into the skool.

Tami is six years old, and was put in a first grade class. Dib was sitting in his normal seat, across the room from Zim. After a few hours of Ms. Bitter's lesson on Doom, and total boredom, it was time for lunch. Yay, now we can go back to the fun part of the story!

Dib was sitting next to his sister Gaz, who was playing with her game slave. Poking at his rock like mashed potatoes, he saw little Tami on the other side of the room with a tray of food looking a bit lost. Dib started to call her over when her eyes lit up with happiness and ran to sit at the lunch table, across the room where Zim was sitting. "Oh no Gaz, Tami is sitting with Zim! Who knows what terrible things Zim will do to her?" Dib shrieked. Gaz just kept playing. Dib frowned. "Gaz, this is the part where we make a heroic rescue."

"Dib, She is sitting across the room, not in a pit of lava. Now shut up before I break your face." She muttered. Dib shrugged and walked over to Zims table with his own tray of food.

Zim, who also had a tray of food, was busy ranting to the little girl about how 'normal' and 'human' he is. "I ZIM, am a perfectly normal human with a simple skin infection. As you can see, ZIM am much more superior then you earth monkeys." He told the little girl. Tami sat there, nodding to everything. Dib seated himself across from Zim and Tami. "Zim, what are you telling her?" He asked. Zim stared at Dib and grinned. "Nothing Dib-stink I am simply telling the earth girl that I ZIM am not an alien invader, and not plotting some GENIUS plan to destroy the world. That's all." Zim explained. Tami nodded.

"Tami, don't tell me you believe him!" Cried Dib.

"But I do! And I believe you too!" Tami said.

"You can't believe us both, that doest make sense!"

"It doesn't?" Asked Tami.

"No!" Yelled Dib.

"Who are you going to believe Tami? Me? Or this stinky human?" Challenged Zim.

Tami thought carefully for a second and answered. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I believe"

"WHO?" Zim and Dib asked.

"Who what?"

Dib smacked his face in frustration. "Tami, just answer this question." Tami nodded. "Zim is an Alien, true or false?"

"Yes."

"…You are trying to annoy me, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Dib sighed and buried his face into his hands. "This isn't happening to me…"

The school bell rang just then and it was time to go back to class. Dib noticed Tami's plate and saw it was still covered with food. "Aw Tami, why didn't you eat anything?"

"I don't know. I guess I was too busy talking" Replied Tami, tossing her plate into the garbage can. Somehow, that didn't really surprise Dib.

After skool, Dim and Tami were walking back home together. Tami was telling Dib everything she did that day, leaving no detail unnoticed.

"-And then we learned the animals, and our letters and how to draw a zebwa!" Cheered Tami; holding up a crudely drawn picture of a zebra. "Its pronounced zee-BRA Tami. Not zeb-WA." Dib said tiredly. Tami looked at Dib with a blank stare and grinned. "I wuv my zebwa…" She sighed hugging the paper. Dib sighed and decided to let it go for now.

Zim was running after them, trying to catch up. "HEY DIB-STINK! WAIT FOR YOUR FUTURE SLAVE MASTER!" He screamed, nearly out of breath. Dib groaned, but waited for the green boy anyway. Who knows, maybe he was going to expose another secret plot to destroy the earth. Zim was soon standing in front of Tami and Dib pointing his finger at the girl. "I don't know why, but you seem to be awfully familiar. Tell Zim why I feel I have seen you before although I never been to this AWFUL dirtball before."

Tami became quiet, and didn't answer. Dib glared at Zim. "Listen you alien, I don't want you to go around scaring six year olds. She is perfectly normal, and…"

"You think I look familiar?" Asked Tami.

Zim nodded. "Yes. You remind Zim of someone, someone very annoying…"

"You mean like ya mama?" Shouted Dib. Zim looked at Dib with confusion.

"No. She looks nothing like a mechanical arm. You are very strange to think such a thing."

Dib growled and dragged Tami back home, leaving Zim standing on the sidewalk by himself. "Stupid Zim. Tami is perfectly normal. Annoying yes, but human none the less..."

"Dib?" Asked Tami.

"What is it Tami?" Muttered Dib.

"Why are you talking to yourself?"

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Well, okay. I'm done. I'll try to update, but for now, I MUST STOP WRITING NEW STORIES! TT I mean, I haven't finished one yet! This is making things worse! But I hope this was a good start anyway, hope you enjoyed it. R&R please!