Chapter One: Typical Day, Sort Of...

Well, let's see...I got bored and wanted to write a story so...here it is. I've written fics before but I deleted them because they got stupid. Hopefully this one won't. Ok, I'm done now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. I do own my character, but they don't come into the story until later ;

The grey eyed morning made it's pitiful attempt to shine through the windows of the Membrane house. Gaz lifted one of her lids wearily, looked at the clock, and groaned. It was 7:00 a.m.

"Time for another meaningless day." She said as she threw the covers aside.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. She then went to her closet and pulled out her usual attire, only sightly different now that she was in high skool. It was a black knee-length skirt and a black short sleeved tee with grey under sleeves. She pulled them on silently. After searching for her missing sock for about 10 minutes, she put on her combat boots. By this time, it was about 7:30.

"Damn, still gotta brush this shit and put my face on...," she scowled.

She went to the bathroom, ignoring Dib's ramblings about what was on Mysterious Mysteries last night. She looked in the mirror and sighed.

"As usual, this is as good as it's gonna get."

She took the brush from the sink and ran it through her violet locks until they curled alongside her cheeks as it did when she was younger. She applied her eyeliner thickly on each lid and put on her mascara. Her skin was porcelain pale and perfectly flawless. Her eyes were the color of honey with a ring of brown around them. She was truly a beautiful girl, but refused to believe it. Her life was hell, always being tormented about how she dressed, all the homework that seemed to keep piling up over the days, the fact that she never sees her dad and doesn't even know if her mother is alive or dead, dealing with her ignorant brother, and trying to make a living on her own at the age of 16. Over the past few years, things really never changed in the neighborhood. Dib and Zim were still at each other's throats, Dib was still a moron, and her dad was home even less than before. Zim still lived in that sorry excuse for a house down the street, and he still wore that stupid disguise to skool. Though his plans for destroying Earth have been dormant for about 4 or 5 years, Dib still thought he was up to something. Constantly. Countless times she had to go get him from Zim's house before they killed each other, twice she had to leave work, which did not end well when they got home. Gaz worked 5 p.m. to 12 a.m. at MacMeaty's. She got the job when she was just 14 by lying about her age. She was the one who had to make ends meet. She was the one to pay the bills. After about a year and a half of working she had enough to buy a car. It was a black Ford Focus with mismatched hubcaps, and the passenger window wouldn't roll down. Hell, it was a car and it worked so she took it. She managed to put a cd player in it and that was the only thing good about it. She sighed again and laid her toothbrush down on the sink. On the way out of the house, she grabbed a poptart and a can of Mountain Dew. She stuck the poptart in her mouth and got in the car. She started the engine. Shortly after, Dib came running out of the house with all his books in his arms trying to keep them from falling. Gaz rolled her eyes.

"Waaaiiiit! Don't leave me! I have a very important paper due in Psychology and I cannot be late!"

She shook her head angrily and leaned over to open his door (the passenger door doesn't open either). He climbed in and piled his books on top of the dashboard, crushing her poptart that she placed there in order to open the door for him. Her eye twitched as the anger rose up inside her.

"Well, there goes my fucking breakfast. Thanks, Dib. You can find your own way home from skool today." she said through gritted teeth and put the car in gear and stomped the gas pedal, causing his books to fall off the dashboard and onto his balls.

"Aiee! Gaz! Why'd you have to do that? It was an accident!" he squeaked.

"Yeah, and so was that." she popped in a Cradle of Filth cd and turned the volume up to a painful volume.

They arrived at the high skool within a few minutes, thanks to Gaz's maniacal driving. She screeched to a hault in parking spot and got out of the car, slamming the door shut and leaving Dib inside.

"Aren't you going to let me out?" he mouthed.

"You can figure it out." she replied.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and continued walking. The bell rang about 5 minutes after she walked through the door of the skool. Her first period class was English. It was also her least favorite class. Mr. Pierce never liked her, and always found something wrong with her papers, even if nothing was. She made sure that she was on time to keep from having a conflict. She sat in her desk in the back of the room, assigned by Mr. Douchebag himself. She immediately pulled out her book report that she spent all night writing. Her topic was one of her personal favorites: Edgar Allan Poe. The tardy bell sounded and Mr. Pierce entered the room.

"Ok class, first thing's first, pass up your book reports." he stood at the front of the room.

The rustling of papers filled the room as everyone handed in their reports. After that, he instructed the class to turn to page 166 in their textbooks. They read silently for about 20 minutes and did the questions that went with the story. Mr. Pierce was grading papers silently at his desk when he called Gaz up to his desk. What is it now? Jesus. She put her pencil down and walked to the desk.

"I have to say, this paper is better than your past works. You are improving greatly. I have decided to exempt you from the end of semester exams." he said.

"Really? Well, I don't know what to say...um...thanks...," she stammered.

"You're welcome. You may go back to your seat."

She nodded and made her way back to her desk. What the hell is wrong with him today? He so...-nice-. The second period bell rang and interrupted her thoughts. She gathered her things and headed for her next class. As she was walking, Zim ran into her, knocking them over and causing Gaz to drop her stuff.

"Dammit, Zim!" she yelled and attempted to pick up her things.

"Gaz human! You should watch where your filthy Earth legs are walking!" he shook his fist at her while rubbing his head.

"Excuse me, YOU ran into ME." she scowled.

"Well, I accept your apology anyway." he stood. "And since I am such a good natured person, I offer you my assistance." he offered his hand.

She gave him a quizzical look, and took his hand. An odd feeling began to flow through her veins. She ignored it and continued to her class without a word. Zim stared after her, for he too felt the odd emotion. He had known her for years, and never noticed how beautiful she was, or how soft her skin was...or the color of her eyes... What is this...inferior emotion...why does she appeal to me? And why now? After all these years...No! I will not be taken over by a stupid human! It is merely pity! Zim realized the tardy bell was about to ring, and bolted to his next class.