(an: Hope you like this. Disclamer: I only own the plot and a few Ocs.)
A 16 year old boy was looking at his new high skool.
He had black hair, blue eyes, green skin and dressed in a magenta hoddie, black gloves, black jeans and black sneaks. He sighed.
"Just until I find out earth's weaknesses," He muttered under his breath.
He walked in a room filled with teens about his age.
A woman went in front of the teens. She gave a small smile.
"Ok, from now to the day you graduate, all of you are in sperate groups," She said.
She looked at her list.
"Zim, Timmy, Bell, Jimmy and Mac are in group one," She said.
The boy, now know as Zim, sighed and went to four teens.
One was 16 with brown hair, icey blue eyes, peach skin and dressed in a pink hat, a red skater t-shirt, blue jeans and red sneaks.
One was a 15 with long white hair, white eyes, peach skin and dresed in a black headband, white tank top, white mini skirt with a black line in the center, short white socks and black dress shoes.
One was 16 with brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin and dressed in a red t-shirt with orange staren on the center of it, blue jeans and white sneaks.
One was a 15 with brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin and dressed in a red t-shirt with a hoddied and white sleaves attacked to it, a green back pack, brown jeans and red sneaks.
The girl waved to him. The guys looked at them.
"Ok, we go to the class and leave there, that's it," Zim said sternly.
One of the boys looked at him.
"Tenchinlly we had to go to different classes," He commented.
Zim death glaired him.
The pink hatted boy stared at him like he knows something.
"Ok," The woman said, "groups 1,6, 8 and 10 go to 101."
The girl got her things and left to 101. The boys did the same.
Group 1 and the other groups were at their home room.
Then, a guy went in.
He green eyes and dressed in a red mask, black jeans, red boxing gloves and red boots. He looked at the teens.
"Ok," He said in a tough guy tone, "I'm your teach for the rest of the freakin' year."
The students looked at the teacher with confusion.
"We get the adtendance down and then I'll explianed the rules."
He looked at the students.
"Now, does any one has any questions?"
Someone raised his hand.
"Yeah, does anyone notice the alien in the class?"
Zim flenched.
"Please god, don't be-"
His eyes turned to see a teen boy.
He was 15 with black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and dressed in a black overcoat, blue t-shirt with a grey smiley, black jeans, glasses and black boots.
The teach rolled his eyes.
"Oh great," He muttered out loud, "another insane kid."
Everyone in the class snickered.
Zim was just glad that some of the inportant things didn't change.
"Ok, I'm your teach StrongBad," The teach said.
Everyone looked at the teacher blanckly.
"..."
"Ok, tell me your names," Strongbad said.
"I'm Timmy," The pink hatted boy said.
"I'm Jimmy," The red t-shirt boy said.
"I'm Mac," The pale skin boy said.
"I'm Bell," The girl said.
Everyone said their names. StrongBad looked at Zim.
He was to say something when they herd someone.
"HEY STRONGBAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Everyone turned to see a 24 year old guy at the side of Strongbad's desk.
He had blonde hair, blue eyes, peach skin and dressed in a blue cap, red t-shirt, blue jeans and blue sneaks.
StrongBad groaned.
"Ok, Joel, this isn't the right-"
"I know," Joel said, "I just want to wished you good luck."
"Get the heck out."
Joel then left. StrongBad sighed.
"The only rule I give around here is never draw Yaio art."
The class give a confused look. Jimmy rasied his hand.
"Why that rule?" He asked.
"You don't want to know," He commented dryly.
Then, a random cell phone rang.
StrongBad picked it up.
The class can hear a harsh female voice.
"Look, I'm busy babe."
The voice was even snipper.
StrongBad goarned.
"I'll be there."
He hung up the phone.
"Due to inportant things, I had to give you an early lunch." He commented dryly.
Zim and his group were at their lunch table. Zim was picking at his food in front of him.
Jimmy anilzed the food.
"Accourding to this, this food is poisionius to your health," Jimmy commented.
Everyone else pushed their trays away in fear.
Zim was about to driffed off to dream land when she herd a voice.
"HIIIIIIIIIII ZIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The voice scared him that he colasped. He looked up to see a 16 year old girl.
She had long white hair, blue eyes, a light pink heart shaped tatoo with a black gem in the center of her forehead, pale skin and dressed in a light magenta tank top, blood red mini skirt and long black boots. She looked really cute.
Zim groaned.
"Hi Deadly," He muttered.
"You know her?" Timmy asked.
"Unfortnatly, yes," Zim said blankly.
Deadly sat at their table.
"I decided to sit here since I'm a late arrival," She said happily.
Mac, Jimmy and Timmy's eyes turnd heart shaped.
Bell sighed.
"Boys..."
StrongBad faced the class.
"I see some of you met our new student, Deadly," He commented.
Deadly gave a big smile.
"So, she's going to be in group 1."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Zim yelled.
"Yes," The other boys said.
Bell just painted her nails.
"You go sit by Zim," The teach said.
Deadly gave a huge smile.
She sat next to Zim. He groaned.
"Lucky..." The three said.
Bell rolled her eyes.
"Be careful that she doesn't turn you to stone." Bell commented dryly.
Zim was walking home from high skool. Timmy went next him.
"Why are you following me?" Zim commented dryly.
"It's mine way home," Timmy said.
"Whatever."
Timmy looked if anyone was watching.
"I know what you are."
Zim's eyes went wide opened.
"I-I'm normal," He said nevously.
Timmy rolled his eyes.
"You think I'm one of those idiots do you?"
"Well, you barely passed the fifth grade-"
Timmy sighed.
"I'm smart in a different way," Timmy commented.
Zim gave a confused look.
"I know that aliens exiested and all that si-fic."
Timmy walked on.
"Besides, I had an alien in mine elementy school," Timmy said.
Zim looked at him blankly.
"..."
"Your disguise is only kanda good," He commented, "if it weren't for looking kinda human, you stick out like a sore thumb."
Timmy then left. Zim just stared for a moment.
"Is he with-"
He shocked his head.
"It must be a joke," He told himself.
He then walked home as if nonething had happened.
A dark figure is watching Zim and smirked.
"Soon," It sneered, "the heros shall died."
(an: Ok, a few explaintions: Zim know a little bit of earth now, Timmy knows a lot about si-fic stuff, Bell has a foster family now and Mac's still the same. R&R, but no flames. Bad things happened to flamers.)