Bri, oh what a simple name for a complex girl. With her midnight black hair
with the blood red streaks she stood out. But if you don't notice her from
that or from the clothes she wears (a blood red tank top, baggy black
jeans, a green serpent armband, and a black D hanging from a black cord
around her neck) you would by the way she acts. She is tough as nails and
takes no crap from anyone sorta like her cousin, Gaz. She's VERY good
fighter and is trained with a sword but near uses it. She also has the
oddest eyes. Normal black glasses framed them but the eyes were of a pale
grey color. Most stayed away from her because the way she acted. And plus
the rumors. As you know most rumors are lies but this one was somewhat
believable.
They had always been weirded out by Bri's eyes even before that day in art. Well, they were the other kids her age but here's what happened:
In was a normal day in art like most. Bri was happy (in a dark way if she could be) with her painting of a dead flower in still lives. As the others happily painted away, the blonde pop girl (that one in the Keef episode) walked over to her friends as she passed Bri.
'Nice sunflower, at least for an unpopular kid like you.'
Bri sighed 'At least I have some spot of artistic skill unlike some pop heads in this class.'
'Are you trying to say something to me?'
'I'm moving my lips at you aren't I? Or are you deaf and blind?'
By the time this was said Bri was standing looking the girl in the eye. The glint of flame, the anger flame, was in Bri's eye burning bright.
'What can you do, freak? Put a curse on me?' The girl said as she threw her head back laughing.
Bri just stared at a can of green paint. As the girl laughed Bri seemed to get angrier. The anger built up until it seemed her anger was unleashed on the room.
The green paint flew at the girl's laughing form and was covered in it. Papers flew around the room and paint cans fell. Pens, pencils, and brushes were caught in a whirlwind in the room. The people were now in a panic just about everyone. Everyone except Bri that is. She was calmly staring at the whirlwind, which now was catching several smaller kids. The teacher had already left the room screaming like a baby.
Sirens sounded as police cars pulled up to the skool. They ran into the art room and yelled, 'Stick your hands in the air!' Bri just calmly pulled her gaze from the whirlwind and put her hands in the air. The whirlwind stopped and the kids dropped to the floor with the papers and such.
The police handcuffed an evilly smiling Bri and carted her off in the car. The pop head now covered in green paint, watched an evilly content Bri being driven away.
(This is why Bri is now staying with Gaz and Dib at their house. The story Xynca is what happens after this and no I LOVE Zim(Xynca is not another one of my accounts. That is my friend and the story with Bri and/or MIR in it are written by BOTH her and me.)
They had always been weirded out by Bri's eyes even before that day in art. Well, they were the other kids her age but here's what happened:
In was a normal day in art like most. Bri was happy (in a dark way if she could be) with her painting of a dead flower in still lives. As the others happily painted away, the blonde pop girl (that one in the Keef episode) walked over to her friends as she passed Bri.
'Nice sunflower, at least for an unpopular kid like you.'
Bri sighed 'At least I have some spot of artistic skill unlike some pop heads in this class.'
'Are you trying to say something to me?'
'I'm moving my lips at you aren't I? Or are you deaf and blind?'
By the time this was said Bri was standing looking the girl in the eye. The glint of flame, the anger flame, was in Bri's eye burning bright.
'What can you do, freak? Put a curse on me?' The girl said as she threw her head back laughing.
Bri just stared at a can of green paint. As the girl laughed Bri seemed to get angrier. The anger built up until it seemed her anger was unleashed on the room.
The green paint flew at the girl's laughing form and was covered in it. Papers flew around the room and paint cans fell. Pens, pencils, and brushes were caught in a whirlwind in the room. The people were now in a panic just about everyone. Everyone except Bri that is. She was calmly staring at the whirlwind, which now was catching several smaller kids. The teacher had already left the room screaming like a baby.
Sirens sounded as police cars pulled up to the skool. They ran into the art room and yelled, 'Stick your hands in the air!' Bri just calmly pulled her gaze from the whirlwind and put her hands in the air. The whirlwind stopped and the kids dropped to the floor with the papers and such.
The police handcuffed an evilly smiling Bri and carted her off in the car. The pop head now covered in green paint, watched an evilly content Bri being driven away.
(This is why Bri is now staying with Gaz and Dib at their house. The story Xynca is what happens after this and no I LOVE Zim(Xynca is not another one of my accounts. That is my friend and the story with Bri and/or MIR in it are written by BOTH her and me.)