I hate it, hate it, HATE IT when this happens! I lost complete interest in my other stories to make ANOTHER NEW ONE! Oh, well. Hope you like! I kind of got the Mel idea from the Zachary Nixon Johnson series.

I stood outside the door of my new seventh grade class. Breathe, I thought to myself. With any luck, I'll be completely invisible for the whole school year. I'm not exactly what you'd call a "Social Butterfly." I'm actually more like an anti-social wasp. At least I wasn't starting class in the middle of the year. It was only two days after the first day of school, since there was a slight delay in that I refused to leave the house. I sighed and pushed open the door to Ms. Bitters' seventh grade class. There were a couple dozen kids in little organized rows and columns.

I calmly waited for Ms. Bitters to notice me, and once she did, she spoke in a very nasty tone, "This is Christina. She is the newest pathetic addition to your doomed ranks. Speak now, or forever hold thy tongue." She is quite the little ray of sunshine, isn't she?

"Well, as you heard from the administrative crone, my name is Christina. Don't talk to me, and you'll have all of your fingers at the end of the year," I introduced myself. I walked over to the empty seat behind a kid with a big scythe in his hair. I leaned back, put in my earphones, and put on "What I've Done" by Linkin Park. I guess I should talk about how I look. I always wear a dark green sweatshirt with the hood up, jeans, and my dark brown hair in a ponytail. My eyes- I hate my eyes. They're the darkest shade of brown you could imagine. I broke a kid's jaw for saying something along the lines of, "Your eyes are as black as your heart." He got out of the emergency room a week later.

"Psst," the kid in front of me whispered. "The green kid's an alien!"

"Yeah, and I'm the Loch Ness Monster. I'm sure he's an alien, kid." With nothing better to do, I set my chair down and took out my earbuds. "So, how do you know he's an alien? I mean, have you seen him 'experimenting' on someone?"

"Yes."

"Wha-What?" I stuttered, losing my composure. I leaned forward a bit. "What do you mean, 'yes'?"

The kid launched into a full-scale speech about Zim and how he had this little robot named Gir, and his Hoot cruiser or something. "And once, there was this time-" His sentence was cut short by the bell ringing for lunch.

"You can tell me more later, K?" I said, and walked off toward the lunch tables. "Why can't I have a normal life for once?" I mumbled into my hands. Because you're not normal. Shut up, Mel! No worries, I'm not insane, I just have a supercomputer wired to my brain. You see, my friend Bryan liked playing with tech stuff. One night, I was helping him out with one of his supercomputer programs. I was reconfiguring some of his calculations when I tripped and fell onto the monitor. It hit my temple, which really should have killed me, but instead my mind latched onto the program, which was called Melissa. I have no freaking clue why it was named Melissa, so just bear with me here. So, anyway, Mel slowed the blood flow and cushioned the impact of the fall. But some of the program stayed in Bryan's computer, so I can keep in contact with him when I want to. When I don't want to talk to him, I can simply shut that part of my brain off. But unfortunately, I can't shut her off. Why would you want to get rid of me? Mel asked, popping into my vision. I closed my eyes, but she was still there. Because of me, you're alive!

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't rub my face in it," I murmured.

"Zim would like to sit here!" A loud voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see the green kid standing above me. He looked down at me like I was a bug, something he found on the underside of his shoe.

Melissa, I thought. Could you run a scan on this guy? I'm not so sure he's human.

Got it boss! She said. Sometimes she could be a bit annoying. Well, he's not human. He's got one organ with different chambers. It's fascinating, really.

I stood up coldly. Now I was the one looking down at him. "I was sitting here first, though, wasn't I, Space-turd?"

Space-turd? Melissa scoffed.

It's better than what you would've called him, I snapped.

Zim scowled and sat across from me. Ugh. Then, like the world is trying to break me down, Dib walked up, me staring at Zim coldly, him returning the favor.

"Um, what's up?" He asked, trying to break the tension that was forming quickly between the green kid and I.

Zim actually looked up and said, "The ceiling fan, Dib-stink. Don't you have eyes?"

Dib frowned. "Well, at least I have ears!"

The two quickly started arguing, and when they started rolling on the floor, I actually giggled in spite of myself.

"What?" They both asked in unison. "What's so funny?"

"Well, it's just," I paused to laugh some more. "You two are like lovers or something. The way you fight?"

Dib immediately got up off the floor, while Zim just sat there.

"What are, 'lovers?'" he asked innocently.

I stood up and said, "You handle this one, bud," patting Dib on the shoulder and moving to an open table. When skool got out, I saw Dib chasing Zim around at the back of the skool yard. I flitted home (A/n, Mel can direct energy to certain parts of my body at certain times), I went inside, threw myself on the couch, and I sat back and put my music back in. Still, I couldn't drown out that nagging little voice at the back of my head. "Shut up already, Mel," I said and drifted to sleep lazily.