Skool Orkestra

"And so you see, children, that is how the world doomed itself.doomed.doomed."

Ms. Bitters was once again informing her students about the fate of history's participants. Dib was surviving the lecture by sketching a picture of his ideal autopsy of Zim. He glanced at the named alien, who was concentrating on vertically balancing a pencil upon his desktop. 'Hmm,' the paranormal child thought, 'I wonder if that signifies something.'

As Dib pondered the dangers of pencils and aliens, the door burst open, and a happily optimistic-looking boy pranced into the room. He blissfully skipped to the educator and stared at Ms. Bitters. The boy seemed to squeak as he ignorantly smiled at the serpent-woman; and she disdainfully watched the child. "This is for you!" he chirped, as he produced a yellow note. Having completed his job, he whirled around and frolicked out of the classroom.

All eyes fell on Ms. Bitters as she read the note with the usual wicked scowl. Tension mounted as the students wondered what was happening. Could some lucky individual leave skool early? Who was saved? Was it a note that would doom one of the poor learners? After a minute, Ms. Bitters dropped the note on her desk and addressed the class.

"Well, children, it appears that the Skool Board believes they can lessen the doom that your lives are by enforcing skool activities on you," she spoke. A pause followed the announcement. "Zim!" she screeched.

The pencil fell as Zim gave a little jolt at the outburst. "Yes, human youth information leader!" he jumped out of his seat into a straight stance as he answered.

"You have been recruited into the new Skool Orkestra," she authoritatively spoke. "You will report to room 104."

"Orkestra?" Dib could not control his vocalization. In an instant, Ms. Bitters was looming over his desk. Dib seemed too curious to be fazed. "How did-"

"Quiet!" Ms. Bitters hoarsely commanded. "You go as well!" Ms. Bitters would always remain acidic, but for the moment she was thankful she would be expunging the two doomed students from her presence.

For once, Dib was at a lack of words. Being ever so egotistical, Zim took the opportunity to lead the other boy out of the classroom to the hallway.

"Hmm, an orkestra.perhaps I could use this to my advantage," the Invader mused as he strode down the hall.

"Do you even know what an orkestra is?" Dib inquired with a raised eyebrow and his lips pulled back in a smirk. "All you can do is play a musical instrument there."

Zim blinked. Play a musical instrument? Zim remembered the time GIR had banged a triangle with his arm and shrieked about the lovely music he was making. He then recalled the time when he asked his computer about that 'music' his robot referred to. The machine obediently described what music was, and about bands and more specifically, orchestras. "Yes, I know what an orkestra is," Zim spat. "And I will make my music better than you! I will be, Zim, Lord of the Triangles!" he triumphed while he extended a fist into the air.

The pair stopped in front of the door that was marked 'Room 104'. With a determined grin, Zim pushed the door open and entered the place. Dib took a moment of stillness to ponder how an orkestra might interfere with paranormal investigations. 'Well,' he concluded, "at least I can keep an eye on Zim.' With that, he stepped into the space that was room 104.





Yay! I am actually writing a fic! I think I may faint. Gah, I have no time to pass out. Well, this is a work in which reviewers get to participate.every single reviewer! An orchestra needs more that two boys in it, so please feel free to audition for my fic ^_^

All you have to do is fill out the simple questionnaire at the bottom of this note, and you get to join my fic. Most people will be put in the orkestra itself, but if I get too many people for my little brain to handle, at the very least, you can make a few guest appearances, maybe not as you thought, but I will find a place for you.

A quick note on the Title: I assume you understand that orkestra=orchestra. I was trying to be cute since the 'ch' in 'school' is a 'k' in 'skool', I changed the 'ch' in 'orchestra' to a 'k' for 'orkestra'.I do not think it is too difficult to see my line of thinking, is it? Wow, that was not short at all, I shall move on.

A quick note on auditions: I shall try my very best to comply with all requests made on the questionnaire, but lets face it, if I have five dozen people who want to be violas, and two people who want to be violins, I may have to change some people's instrument. That is life, I am sorry to say. And I may let one or two people be aliens, but you see, I just cannot have an orchestra with tons of aliens and six humans, I just do not work that way! Okies, I shall be quiet now.

Questionnaire for Auditions:

Name

Race (human, eh?)

Instrument you want to play (violin, viola, cello, bass, harp)

Personality (if you do not mention this, my imagination gets control over this!)

That is not too hard, is it? Ok now, review please! I need musicians! Worry about seating later, right now we can all be one happy Orkestra!