Hey, nice to see you again! I'm Delilah. Glad you were interested in reading the SECOND part of Zim's story!
Wow, you must have a lot of free time.
Anyway, let's start off with school.
It's two weeks before Christmas break and the kids in my class are going NUTS! I think the only sane people here are Gaz, Dib, and Zim.
Oh yeah, and Zim... You can say we're in a relationship.
"Class," Ms. Bitters muttered evilly, "Despite ALL of my arguments and complaints to the district, they say we will be going on a week long field trip to Mt. Avalanche for a school skiing trip. It'll be next week; bring in your permission slips tomorrow or your not coming!"
The class cheered. Ms. Bitters passed out the slips to the kids. I smiled, but didn't go bonkers over this. But I didn't know that this was next week! Doesn't the teacher tell everyone about this crap somewhere in the beginning of the school year?
Here's what the slip kind of looked like:
School Field Trip Permission Slip
This class has been chosen to go on a field trip to Mt. Avalanche for a period of 1 week. The class will be leaving at approximately 8:00 am on a school bus on Monday, December 13th and will come back on Friday, December 17th at 3:30 pm.
Your child's name: Delilah Calico
Your signature: .
Since it was the end of the day, I flew home with the paper in my claws. I'm a shapeshifter, in case you're new here. If you already read the first story, go ahead and skip a few paragraphs.
My name is Delilah Calico. My nickname is Dare and that's what my friends call me. My half-brother who is in college, Aaron, sometimes calls me Doodles. I sometimes call him Wolfie. We live with my mother a few houses down from Zim's house. We have a dog (Kes) and I have a cat (Calli) who can talk due to a birthday present Dib gave to me. My father lives back a few counties from my hometown in California and is married. He has a pug (Genji) and a cat (Loki).
Dib, Gaz, Zim, and I are pretty much a circle of friends. We know Zim is an alien, and we know I'm a shapeshifter.
Previously, on Halloween night, Zim said he saw Tak, one of his old enemies that he thought he got rid of. He told me how dangerous she was and said to be careful if I ever felt I had company. He worries only because he's in love with me. And I love him too.
OK, so that's the main story. Now back to real life.
I landed on my porch, morphed back into a human, and held the permission slip in my hand. I opened the door; Calli was waiting for me as she usually does. Today was pretty much a usual school day except for the slip.
"Hey Mom," I called, "My class is going on a week long field trip next week. Can you sign the slip?"
Mom came downstairs in her casual clothes: a random cotton t-shirt (usually grey) and light cyan blue pants that look like they were made from a towel. "Let me read it first," I handed over the slip.
Mom works as a nurse at the hospital a city down. She leaves at 5:30 in the morning but comes home an hour before I do. It's a good job, too. Aaron's majoring in the same thing; he wants to be a surgeon. But he goes to school on weekends and Mondays, so I normally find him around the house.
But speaking of Aaron, "Hey Mom, have you seen Aaron?" My brother is ALWAYS so protective of me so I'm surprised that he's not saying hi or something.
"Oh, Wolfie's getting me that Filet Mignon flavored cat specialty food," she Calli. Yes, she is a cat, but she can talk because Dib gave me a collar for her that translates her meows into English.
Well, if you don't know this yet, I can already understand animals' speech without it, but sometimes Calli is hard to read. I can also scent people from half a mile away, and I can tell if someone is lying.
Sweet, 4-in-1 special!
I rolled my eyes from Calli, "But you're my cat, I take care of you and buy you expensive gourmet cat foods,"
"I know," she replied, "But you were at school, Aaron wasn't."
"Oh that makes such a big difference," I commented sarcastically.
Calli is part Siamese, part Tabby. She has creamy white fur and pointed paws. Her forehead, back, and tail are striped with black stripes. Since she's part Siamese, she loves talking. And that sometimes gets really annoying.
I wandered upstairs into my room. I grabbed my iPod and listened to a few songs while Mom was reading over the permission slip.
I came downstairs to watch TV and Mom gave me the slip signed.
"YES! Thank you Mom!"
"Well you better start packing now; they want the luggage by Monday morning."
I ran upstairs and packed as fast as I could.
