Author's Notes :As of right now I'm tired and just finished re-reading this, so there might be some mistakes. I'll look over it again tommorow and fix them though.

So far it was a typical day of Skool and it was one period before lunch as Zim sat at his desk, vigorously scribbling on a piece of paper he had taken out at the start of the period. He would often humor Ms. Bitters by looking up and acting intrigued by what she was teaching, not that she taught much besides how we will all die by getting hit by a Mack truck. But not today. Today he was making blueprints for a plan, he believed, would not only conquer earth but also turn the human race into mindless slaves to do the Irken Empire's bidding.

"Hello Zim" the lanky teacher hissed, almost as if she had spawned right beside him. "What are we doing, hmm"?

"Why nothing ma'm, just taking some good old fashioned notes" he answered trying to cover the piece of paper he had been scribbling on for the last 30 minutes, but was too slow to prevent Ms. Bitters' serpent like arms from grabbing it.

She pulled the paper up to her face to examine it. He couldn't see her face, but Zim new what she looked like. The same worn out, angry, look that has been on her face since his first day of school.

"Zim" she paused "This is horrible. See me today, after school, for detention. Maybe there you can learn how to draw better".

Just as Ms. Bitters finished scolding Zim the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch. As Ms. Bitters slithered away he got up, letting out a disgruntled sigh, as he noticed Dib closing in on him.

"Oh don't worry Zim, if you don't manage to get better at detention, you'll have plenty of time to practice drawing at Area 51 after crack government scientists finish mapping your insides". Dib said, letting an almost cynical grin out when he finished.

"Won't I be dead then"?

"Oh, yeah" Dib retorted as they both entered into the lunch room.

Despite the food being completely inedible, the students loved lunch. It was a time to relax, maybe catch up on some homework or chat with friends. Well, if they had friends.

The children lined up to receive their lunches, with a few of the smarter ones bringing their own like Gaz.

Zim's antennae twitched as the horrible smell of the cafeteria food seeped through his black wig. I never understood how these, earth swine, find this food appetizing.

"Next up" shouted the lunch lady, as the fat on her chin jiggled as she turned her head to Zim.

"Ah yes, hello lunch monkey, may I have some beef wellington" asked the small Irken, not exactly knowing what he asked for. Probably something he saw on the T.V. or heard on the radio.

Disgusted with Zim's request the lunch lady looked down. "Oh you think you're fffffunny"?

"No Ma'm" Zim said while picking a piece of food off his head, which the lunch lady spit out when she put emphasis on the 'fffff'. "I just want some food that humans eat".

"Oh really" the lunch lady said smiling, with disgusting brown bits in already yellow teeth. "Well we got something special for you than".

She put effort into scraping the side of the pot where the children's food was kept, and it made a disgusting crunching noise. She took what she managed to scrape off the side of the metal pot and plopped it on Zim's lunch tray. There was definitely a hair in it, and maybe an insect leg.

"Thank you lunch monkey, compliments to the chef" Shouted the small 'boy' as he marched off to his table, in his typical fashion. Is this really something special?

He let the thought flow from his head as he sat down at his typical seat. At the other end of the table was a group of kids, namely Zita, Gretchen, Sara, and Old kid.

A disturbingly mature voice called out to Zim "Hey, come and sit with us Zim".

Looking over, Zim saw Old Kid signaling for him to sit near them. "No thanks, I'm fine over here" Zim yelled across the table.

"Come on Zim" Zita Chime in. "You never sit with us".

Catching a quick glance across the cafeteria Zim could see Dib staring at him. Normal kids have friends, right? While wearing the cheesiest smile Zim shouted "Okay, you convinced me. Now let's have some good ol' fun" loud enough for Dib to hear.

As he walked over to the group, something very odd caught his attention. A wavy figure outside the window perched in a tree.

"Uhh, does anyone else see that" Zim pointed at the window.

As the other kids in the small posse turned to look the figure jumped into the leaves of the tree.

"What is it Zim" Zita asked.

Zim, seeing where the figure went, stood there and tried to explain what he saw. "It was a wavy figure, like I could see it but not really".

Old Kid interrupted Zim's explanation to put in his two cents. "It was probably just an eye floater".

"Are you assuming that Zim has eye floaters?" The green skinned kid yelled. "My eyes do not have floaties in them. And I can tell you that they do not float, I made sure of that".

Zim barely finished when a voice, which seemed to come from nowhere, shouted "You're weird. Shut up".

Failing to find the source of the noise Zim just sat down and quietly said "Okay".

The rest of the day was just a standard day of skool. Just listen to Ms. Bitters, the only teacher that seemed to work in skool, and wish you could go home. And at the final bell those wishes were granted for the student, except Zim's. He had just remembered he had detention.

"So, Zim" Ms. Bitters began "What were you going to do today when you got home"?

The Irken said the first lie he could think of. "Maybe go outside and play some ball with the other kids in my neighborhood".

"Well now you're going to let all the people on your team down. But maybe they are going to be hit by a Mack truck and you're not going to have any friends left. Maybe you could have even saved them too".

Zim gave her a weird glare. What grade is this where the teachers are telling students these things?

"Just sit there and don't move. Believe me I'll know if you do" the old, sad, women spat as she slithered out of the room.

Well, what now? I guess I can think of more plans. Zim started to daydream. He didn't stay on the topic of creating plans for long though and soon began to imagine finally conquering the earth and how maybe there is some rare gem in the center of it, making him the richest invader ever.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sight. The wavy figured once again appeared in the window, this time on the jungle gym. Zim looked at the door, to make sure that Ms. Bitters wasn't back, and quickly ran to the window. In horror Zim jumped away from the glass. He knew what it was, but couldn't believe it. An Irken Theron. The most elite Irken hunters in the empire.

There was only one person that they could be after, and that was Zim. There was no denying it, and he knew that there was now a hit on his head. Backing away from the window slowly, Zim walked back to his seat and waited for his punishment to be up. 20 minutes have passed, and the figure didn't move an inch.

Zim squirmed in his seat, glancing back at the window every once in a while. Come on, just 5 more minutes.

As the final moments of detention counted down, a high pitch whining noise became audible. Looking out the window again Zim saw a small ball of energy being charged on the figure. He knew that now was when they were going to strike, and now would be when he died. As Ms. Bitters walked into the room the ball of energy flew through the window and exploded near Zim's desk, sending him flying to the wall and singeing some of his clothes.

"Zim, what is this? I told you not to move" The unfeeling lady said. "Eh, you can go home now anyway. Don't get hit by a truck".

Screaming, Zim ran out of the class room and dashed to his base. He didn't even stop to confront Dib, who probably saw the whole thing… stalker.

Bursting through the front door and running straight through the kitchen he jumped into the toilet that would take him to the Comm. Room.

"Computer" Zim commanded in his typical fashion "Set up a video link with the tallest now"!

The screen turned on, illuminating the dark room, and the image of Tallest Red and Purple appeared.

"What happened to you" questioned Purple, as he proceeded to suck on a straw with a cup of soda attached to it.

"My Tallest, you're not going to believe this but I think that someone ordered a hit on me. An Irken Theron tried to kill me".

Red interrupted "Zim, listen, Therons don't fail at killing someone, it's probably just something else, maybe an earthen weather phenomenon".

"But, but, but"

"Zim" Red continued "Even if it was an Irken Theron, we can't do much about it. Once a hit's been called on someone the only way to get it off is to die or kill the Theron after you. Understand"?

"Yes my Tallests" Zim said sorrowfully.

"Good"

The screen then went black again, leaving the small Irken alone and scared in a dark room.

A tear formed in Zim's eye. What am I going to do?