Doom Camp
Chapter One: Science Camp?
"And then the sun will implode, raining fiery doom, and melt the Earth," Ms. Bitters concluded. The only response to this was the light snoring that came from Willy in the back of the classroom. Zim poked his eye lens, taking care of the itch on his retina. He never paid attention to this sort of thing. He knew all the horrific images of doomed doominess that Ms. Bitters fixed into the minds of the students would never happen, considering that the planet would be a pile of smoldering space dust by the time he was through with it.
He glanced up at the clock, and his heart leapt. Only a few minutes left before Skool was out. He was not the only one staring at the clock. Behind Zim, Zita was digging her nails into the desk, straining her neck to gaze at the clock. Torque was banging his head on the desk. Dib had his head propped up with his hand, falling asleep. Zim gritted his teeth. Three... two... one!
The bell rang, and everyone jumped up, some scrambling to the windows in a desperate attempt to get out. They were halted, however, by the searing voice of Ms. Bitters. "Don't forget to have your parents sign your permission slip for the Science Camp and bring it back tomorrow, as well as the assurance notice that they won't sue should any harm come to you, such as a bear eating your head, and whatnot." Zim halted in the doorway, and Dib smacked into him, sending them both sprawling to the floor. Ignoring the angry cries of the human, Zim got to his feet, turning to their strange teacher. "Science... camp? What IS this nonsense!" He demanded, treading on Dib's hand to step towards her. Ms Bitters narrowed her eyes at him.
"I explained this to the class two weeks ago, Zim."
"No you didn't! LIES!"
"Yes she did," murmured Dib, getting to his feet. "What don't tell me a human doesn't know what Science Camp is?" He added, smirking at the confused look on the Irken's face. Zim stuttered, and straightened his wig.
"Why... Of course I know what it is! I have merely... forgotten!" He stammered. "Sir, a reminder, if you will?" He inquired to Ms. Bitters, who growled, and handed him a pamphlet. Zim squinted at it. "'Camp... Fun Fun?' Who came up with that name?"
"I wouldn't know, Zim. Now, both of you GO HOME!" She shrieked, and shoved them both out of the classroom, slamming the door behind them.
Dib and Zim glared at each other, their eyes filled with loathing. Dib grinned. "Oh, I think you'll have fun at camp, Zim. There's plenty to do. Arts and Crafts, Scavenger Hunting, Hiking... Swimming!" He began to laugh as Zim's expression quickly changed from hatred, to fear. "And when I say swimming, I mean actually going into the water."
Zim growled. "I know what swimming means, big headed earth worm," he snapped, his teeth clenched. "And I will overcome this... this... 'Science Camp...' you PITIFUL humans seem to find so enjoyable. I will attend, and I will become the most Sciency... Campy... thing... EVER!" He said determinedly, and walked away. Dib laughed loudly.
"Yes, we'll just see about that, Zim!" He called after him. "After the week's over, your stupid disguise will be seen through, and everyone will see that I'm right! That I'm not--!" He was cut off as his sister, Gaz whacked him upside the back of his head.
"Shut up, Dib! We're going home!"