Kim: This is my first chapter of my first story. I'm doing this because one of my friends, from like first grade or kindergarten, put me in her story! OMFG! She's got like… I don't know… 10 stories on Fan Fiction. I'm in one! Whoo! Anyways, if you want to read about me in her stories (Yeah!) her name is Empty Brooke. But I call her R2B2 like that robot from star wars cos she's the second Brooke that I know.

Lol.

Ok, I'm getting of track. Anyways, this is for you Brooke cos you put me in your story!

I didn't use her sibling's real names in this story. She told me that if I wanted to do this I wasn't allowed.

Chapter 1

I sat up in bed and opened my eyes. Man I was tired. Yet again. In case you're wondering I have a very severe case of insomnia so I never get to sleep unless it's way past midnight or something. My eyes were crusted over and I was really to make something explode, preferably my sister, who, not a second ago, had burst into the room telling me to get up because it was Saturday. Who really cared?

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"Go away…" I threw my plain, white pillow over my head and kicked at her every time she came near me. I was in no mood to deal with a younger sibling at that very moment. Especially since I had missed one of my favorite shows yet again.

I was the older sibling. There were four of us in total. There was my brother Dimitri, my sister Bridget, and then there was my younger brother, Jake, who had the same name as my father. I was the one that would always have to take the responsibility of the group and I disliked that as well. The mere thought of it made me sick and all I wanted to do afterwards was lay in my bed with a drawing or a good book. That or I would go onto the computer and work on my Invader Zim story, 'Invader Zim- The End?' I still wasn't finished.

"Brooke! Get up!"

"No."

"Mom makes pancakes."

"Hate 'em."

"She's got a new book for you to read."

"There aren't any that I want to read right now."

"We're going to the movies."

"A likely story."

"We're going to see Eragon."

"Read the book and saw it with my friends."

I heard Bridget sigh and, peeking my eye out, I saw her put her hands behind her back and that smile appeared on her clean face. She leaned down and I prepared to kick her in the nose. I may have had arthritis in my leg but I could still kick her hard enough to make her bleed. The thought of it made me smile.

"What will get you out of bed then?"

"Maybe if you go away…"

She frowned and turned on her heel to leave. I saw her stop for a second. I knew what it was she was going to do next so I let my legs slip over the side of my bed and rest just behind her feet. Bridget turned around and went straight for the desk. My legs tipped her and then force brought me up to a sitting position. I ran out of bed and jumped into the chair before she could even look up at me.

Her blonde hair was all messed up in front of her face and she looked at me with anger in her bright blue eyes. I laughed at her. "Keep practicing that and your eye will turn crimson! Then you'll look like Zim! Ha ha!"

"I'll make you pay…" Then she stood up and left me in my dark room.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the computer for yet another day of chapter writing. I was still working on three of my stories. Invader Zim- The End? Through the Hollow. And, of course, one of my last digimon stories, Karen's Angel. I sighed and pulled up the screen. It was a picture of Zim on a ship from the episode, the planet Jackers, which I had snatched from someone on deviantart. I really liked that pic and I kept it up on my screen. Plus I had a picture that someone had done for a comic, it was really quiet good. I could never remember the name but I did remember that the comic, which was on snafu, had been put on hold until the person could get back to it.

My files came up and I began to type.

I had to get another two done today.

Gir sat up. He looked around him. His sensors were detecting a tremendous amount of pain coming from his neural system, which was, thankfully, busted up pretty well. He glanced down at his blue chest plate and realized that it had been pried open from falling through the metal of the ship. The wires were loosely hanging out from it and he noticed that he was dented up badly. His right arm was completely gone and he became aware of the fact that his antenna was too.

Gir looked up.

He was under a large amount of rubble.

Then I switched to my 'Through the Hollow' file.

"Ok, Jack. Are you ready?"

"Remind me again why we went trick or treating first…"

"It's all part of luring the victims."

"You scared those people pretty well."

"I can't help it if old ladies are like that. Besides, it helped us to get our candy faster."

"I suppose."

"Now, are you ready?"

He nodded.

My process went like this for an hour, switching between files to write, until my father ended up coming upstairs and telling me to go and eat something, Stating, once again, that I was too skinny and need to stay healthy enough so that I didn't look dead all the time. I rolled my eyes at this. I tend to do that a lot. I couldn't help it if I was skinny. I just was. It was unnerving how, when I first changed schools, some kids had actually thought that I didn't eat. As if. Then again, forgetting my lunch the first day didn't help.

I lifted myself out of my seat and crossed the room to the door.

There was a loud bang outside the house.

I ran downstairs as quickly as I found it physically possible and whipped the door open.

What I saw made me gap in awe.

That, in itself, was a surprise.

It was a ship.

An alien ship. The scary thing was that… it looked familiar…